Cuts

Ch 30. Distractions

I might be giving the songlist for every chapter now! you can even comment if you know any that matches? :)

SONGLIST :

Write Your Name - Selena Gomez

Change My Mind - One Direction

Treacherous - Taylor Swift

U Smile - Justin Bieber

Carry You - Union J

Innocence - Avril Lavigne

Baby I - Ariana Grande

((Edit in the media tab, I just died over it when I saw it first, they are kissing in it omfg))



Chapter 30 - Distractions

Stephie's POV

"Are you coming down for lunch?" I asked, coming out of the bathroom, in Gemma's clothes. They were a little bigger for me but I didn't mind, I'm glad she's being generous enough to share clothes with me.

"What took you so long?" Harry asked, popping his head out of the blanket.

"Your bathroom is a luxurious piece of shit, don't blame me." I laughed, and pulled my wet hair to one shoulder.

"I know right?" He said in his raspy sleepy voice as he smirked and rested his head on his hands that were crossed on the edge of the bed, taking the cutest position ever.

"What's for lunch anyways?"

"Gemma ordered Dominos,"

"Hell yeah!" He pumped his hands in air, finally getting up from his place. I chuckled.

"We're watching Mean Girls to tell you," I announced and pressed my lips to stop myself from laughing watching his features change, and waited for his response.

"What age are you?" He scrunched his nose.

"Me and Gemma are watching, you don't need to if you don't want to." Well, I'm not ditching watching that movie for anyone, not even him.. maybe him.. maybe.

"I'm gonna eat pizza till then," He rolled his eyes and I shrugged.

Harry dragged his feet to the closet and pulled out a black hoodie as I watched his back muscles relax and contract.

Holy shit! Don't stare.

"Like what you see babe?" He asked- teased, pulling his hoodie over his chest as he turned towards me.

I bet he is adding 'babe' on purpose.

"Um yeah, no no!" What the hell, shut up!

"It's alright," He smirked again, turning around again to close the closet.

"I'm going downstairs, uh Gemma called before."

"Looks like you two have bonded." He arched his brows.

"Well yeah, kinda," Stay serious, "If it includes seeing your childhood pictures."

"You- you what?!" Oh okay, I shouldn't have said that.

"You were so so cute back then!" My voice coming out as hell girly. I find it very creepy for some reason.

"What do you want to say? Am I not cute now?"

"Nah, you're hot now." I covered my mouth with my hands before it could spit out something more stupid.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

My mind just goes away with the flow too damn much.

"Didn't see that one coming," He smirked again and shuffled his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and walked towards me.

"I didn't mean that, I uh.." Well, fuck.

"Truth doesn't just come out on its own," I avoided his eye contact and looked down.

"I need to talk to Gemma." I tried to excuse myself but he came and stood right in front of me as my mind seemed to be losing more of its connection to my body.

"Aren't you going now?" Stephie..

"Yeah, I'm." I said and slowly walked towards the door, away from him. Secretly hoping that he will just pull my wrist or grab my waist and pull me into his chest.

I shouldn't be thinking all this.

A loud gasp left my mouth as all of a sudden two rough hands digged on the either sides of my waist, making me jump along.

Well that was more than I expected.

And in no time Harry's lips were on my neck as he placed a kiss there and whispered in my ear, "I told you before also, you don't have to be shy with me."

Well it's glowing as bright as neon in my brain that no longer exists while you're kissing and asking me if I remember the damn statement.

"I want to try something," He whispered hotly again in my ear and came to stand in front of me.

"What?"

"Close your eyes," He asked.

"Harry-" Is he-

"Please," His voice that seemed to be desperate asked again.

I nodded and closed my eyes and waited for him to make a move.

His hands took their place back on my waist, and pulled me closer as my breathing already started hitching. After seconds I felt his breath on my upper lip as his nose brushed mine. Harry's lips brushed mine again and again as his hands slipped under my tank top and traced the waistband of my jeans.

My hands found a spot on the front of his chest, and instinctively went to his hair, pulling on its roots when his lips came in contact with mine, my body felt as if it was on fire. His lips played around me for a five seconds or so before he pulled apart. My eyes opened instantly. He was staring right at me.

He blinked his eyes and it seemed as if he was asking me if I was comfortable or not. I nodded.

He didn't hesitate or wait this time, his leant down and his lips immediately crashed on mine. Our lips moving in sync as my heart did processed a heartbeat irrelevant to me.

I actually didn't think that we would be kissing after that night, after the fight. I never thought he would behave this way towards me.

His hands moved to my hips as he pushed them up and my legs snaked around his waist, in a position so he wouldn't have to be leaning down now. I played with his hair while he did the same with my feelings.

I felt him smiling into the kiss. I pulled his hair harder, in a attempt to make him smile bigger. It did as I thought and my heart was growing more fonder of him every second.

"Stephie!" Gemma's voice startled me as I pulled apart in a sudden and broke the kiss.

"Holy shit! Harry leave me." I whispered and untangled my legs and climbed down from Harry as if Gemma was standing was right behind us, at the door.

"Stop being a coward Steph," He shook his head, and locked his hands behind my back, pulling me more into him. And ran his tongue over his lips, hypnotizing me to hold him again and smash my lips with his.

"Stephie!" Shit.

"Coming!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and tried to wriggle out of his grip.

"I'll stay for the night," I said to him, looking up to meet his hungry eyes as stared back, "Promise."

"Well, you were already" Of course. "but I'm leaving you now just 'cause I'm hungry." He said as his hands disappeared from the small of the back they covered and bent down again to place a quick kiss and took my hand, pulling me with him outside of the room.

He does things too quick to let me process it. I'm new to this happening to me, and I don't even think I will ever adapt to it. Some people think life is like a roller coaster but my life is more like one of those rides that spin really fast so you're pinned to the wall and can't do anything about it.

"By the way, I loved your lip balm." He winked as we walked down the staircase.

"Thanks?" I said as I felt the blush creeping up. He's a cheesy boy.

"Sure sure." He angelically laughed, I smiled to him.

"Woah Harry, you made it!" Gemma sarcastically laughed, putting the stacks of pizzas on the table.

"Is there anyone coming?" I asked, "I mean who's going to eat these many pizzas?"

"Just for the stock, the next few days. I'm gonna live on these." Harry chuckled.

"You still up for the movie?" Gemma asked.

"Oh yeah, of course." No ditching the movie.

She gave me a smile, before her stare followed to our interwined hands which made me gulp. I know she doesn't have a problem with my hanging out with Harry anymore but I still have my own insecurities.

As we took our seats, Harry in middle with me and Gemma on his sides, Harry's hand never left mine. I don't know why is he behaving this way to me and to say to the least, I love the way its going without any of us discussing it but as it goes on I know my feelings are growing and only growing for him and I don't know a shit he is thinking or feeling.

"Harry can you go and make popcorn?" Gemma asked.

"Fuck no."

"I'll make it." I offered.

"Thanks." His sister said and I made my way towards the kitchen, Harry's hand finally left mine. He must be craving for the popcorn too. I giggled while I picked up the packet on the kitchen slap and waited for them to pop out.

"Shit." I gasped as the phone in my pocket vibrated, and my hand burned a little at the same time as one of the the uncooked popcorn touched my finger.

"Hey!" I cheered up, picking up.

"Hi! Guess what? Good news!" Haley said.

"What? What? What?"

"They shortened your suspension!" Wait a sec. What?

"Huh?"

"No yeah, really. They said that all the four of you have to be present in school on Monday. The principal told me. Seriously I was so scared that he called me! But then he said it was about you guys and I was so happy!"

"What day is today?" I asked.

"Its Tuesday."

"Good." Relief flashed over me. I still have to meet dad.

"That's it?" She taunted.

"No! Not at all I'm so happy!"

"Steph! Isn't the popcorn ready?" Harry beams from the drawing room.

"Stephie you haven't told me earlier also, but tell me who are you with!"

"Babe I promise, I'll tell you in school. I'll even show photos. You wouldn't be knowing him." She knows him too well.

"You're promising, remember that?"

"I'll." I said, biting down on my nails.

"Okay, I gotta go then. Have to meet James." She added.

"Who is James?" I asked.

"Monday babe Monday." That's not fair!

"Hale-"

"Byee." She cut the line. I hate this.

I picked up the bowl that I filled with popcorn and went back to them.

"I have something to tell you." I whispered to Harry, after handing Gemma the bowl as her eyes stayed fixed on the TV screen.

"What is that?" He whispered back, just as low.

"Our suspension reduced."

"What?! Are you serious?" He got excited a little too much.

"Shh!" Me and Gemma said at the same time.

"When do we have to go back?"

"Monday."

"This Monday?" He double checked.

"Yeah!" I smiled wide. So did he.

"Woah," He said and his hand moved to my cheek, caressing it as my smile twitched "That's awesome."

"I know." I nodded, putting my hand over his knuckles and we intertwined our fingers together again. I scooted closer to him, resting my head on his upper arm and he put his head over mine and my focus shifts from him towards the TV screen. A permanent smile stayed on my face.

This moment feels so perfect. I just want to this moment to stay forever.

I just want to hold his hand just to feel how perfectly shaped they are together. I just want to feel the warmth and roughness of his skin, as it traces mine. I just want never to have let go of him, even if he is not even mine.

Harry's POV

As she smiles at me and shifts closer, ditching the gap between us and resting her head a little below my shoulder I find my stomach churning. This is a weird feeling. I want her, I want to feel her nervous breathing upon me. I want her lips on mine again. I want to wrap my hands around her back again and make circles over it, raising goosebumps on her skin as she pulls on my hair.

I have accepted the fact that I do have feelings for her. Fuck it, I accepted that long ago. I like her. I do like her.

Well I don't really have a doubt if she likes me back or not, but either way I'm going to test it. I've never been rejected by any girl. I've always been the heartbreaker. And if she turns out on me, I won't know how to take it.

I break the lock of our hands, and creep the hand to her waist, pulling her into me. She rests her head on my chest and one of her hand stays on my lap, a little to the side of my crotch. Her irregular heartbeat and breathing seems to be everything I hear. She is everything I can concentrate on right now. The way she lightly giggles when the girl on the screen says something stupid. The way she covers her mouth with her hand, when she laughs a little too loud. The way her eyes go all wide when something wrong takes place. The way she peeks at me from the corner of her eyes, thinking I won't notice, but little does she know.

Wow now I sound so gay thinking all this.

This girl is really taking over my senses.

"You not eating anything?" I ask when I notice that half of the movie is finished and she hasn't touched a single eatable.

"I'm fine." She smiled and returns her focus back.

"Okay." I said, stuffing my mouth with another slice of pizza and put my head again on her's, watching her lips turn up into a smile.

"I watched that for the 125th time, you know?" Gemma laughed, and got up as the movie finished. Thank god it did.

"I've never counted but yeah I've also watched it many times." Stephie laughed, getting up too.

"Are you both done?" I groaned.

"Yes," My sister said.

"Well pass me the remote in that case." She did as said but the remote hit straight on my forehead.

"Bitch!" I yelled.

"Don't say that to her!" Steph interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Respect her Harry, you shouldn't be cussing out on your sister." What the fuck?

"Hear that bro?" Gemma smirked.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and sifted through the channels, stopping to watch Big Bang Theory.

Stephie's POV

"You want to do anything?" Gemma asked, as I picked up the empty boxes of pizzas and threw them in the dustbin. "Except of seeing pictures." She laughed.

"I would love to do that again," I laughed along. Today's morning was the best.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah of course." I smiled.

"Do you get bullied?" What?

"Why are you asking that?" I asked her.

"Because you know the way you reacted outside when Harry called me a bitch. Well you know, I'll say that I've experienced being.." She gulped and climbed on the kitchen counter, sitting there as I walked over to her, "I have my own experiences of being bullied so I know how it feels when someone defends people over the smallest of things."

"I do."

"Does Harry know?" I shook my head to her question.

"Should he?" I did the same.

"I'll tell him when the right time comes or it gets too major or things." I never will. "Please don't tell him."

"I'm sorry for all the harm they do. They're just sick people." She said. "And I won't, I promise."

"I know. They're just too sick." Fucking sick people.

"Do you cut?" She further asked.

"No." I lied. I entirely forgot about cutting, I was too busy thinking about Harry. I think he must be knowing how much of a distraction he is for me. It has been three days and I haven't smoked, cut or even thought about it.

"Good, stay strong." She smiled. I stayed as I was.

"Do you?" I dared to ask.

"I uh.. I used to."

"What? How could those fucking sick people do that to anyone! I swear I hate them so much!" Anger boiled inside me. I don't care whoever those people are but they don't have any right to underestimate anyone.

"No Stephie. I.. I don't do that anymore." I breathed a sigh of relief, "You want to see them?" I love how open she is being to me. I know how hard it is to open up to anyone about their cuts.

"If only you're comfortable,"

"Of course I am." She said and patted the space on the right of her and I hopped on the counter.

"These don't really are prominent now, but they still have memories," She shrugged.

"How are you so open about them?"

"I've recovered from that Stephie, if there are bad days in people's lives then there are good times too." She said and her gripped on my knee for a couple of seconds, assuring me that she was okay.

"I'm so glad that you've gotten out it,"

"I'm too."

"Okay so leave all these sad things, do you want to learn to make nachos? Harry loves them!" She giggled, hopping off from the counter.

"Okay.." I blushed.

I love Gemma.

"Yayee!" She cheered up, clapping her hands.

"How do you know making all these food stuff?" We even tried making them in the morning. She was pretty excellent while I burned almost everything.

"Mum loved doing these things."

"Loved?" Why the past tense?

"She doesn't have time for these things now, she's a busy woman now." She shrugged and pulled out some packets of food material and whatnot as I watched her in amazement.

"They're all ruined oh my god, I hate this!" I groaned as my nacho turned all black. "I suck at this."

"The rest of them are still okay." She laughed and turned to put the things back.

I washed my hands and looked for something else to do when two wrapped around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Hi," Harry.. not now.

"What are doing?" I asked, putting my hands on his, in a attempt to remove them. Is he mad or something? Gemma is right behind us! But isn't for some reason is not looking or turning around, she must be giggling.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He smiled, pulling me into his embrace.

"Harry, Gemma." I love when I'm all buried in him but I don't want it now.

"She'll not say anything, believe me." He insured and hugged me tighter, slightly lifting me into the air.

"I'm leaving anyways." Harry's sister finally turned around, giving me a reassuring smile. Harry's back facing her. My face must be a shade redder than the red of tomatoes.

"What'd you do that for?" I asked pulling back, as his grip loosened.

I was mad. So damn mad.

Harry's POV

"I was missing you back there," I smiled and lifted her on the counter by her waist, I love the way she is so light. I love picking her up.

"I was coming back, you could've waited." I intertwined our hands again, "It was embarrassing." The colour in her cheeks deepened.

"I couldn't wait." I smirked and my focus shifted to her lips, breaking the eye contact as she bit it, further teasing me.

I squeezed her hand, and shifted a little amount of weight on her jean covered thighs, leaning in towards her lips.

Our eyes met for a couple of seconds and this time to amazement I could sense lust in her's. Her eyes fluttered close as my nose brushed her's and the lips did the same and her hand squeezed mine tightly and that's when I closed my eyes. I loved the way her body reacts when I tempt her.

Her irregular and hot breath was on my upper lip as I finally made contact to her lips, savouring in the moment.

"No!" She pulled back after a moment and her head hit the cupboards behind her, "Ow! Shit!"

A single laugh left my mouth without permission, "Fuck," I swore again.

And in no time she hopped off the counter, pushing me a little and snatching her hand away. "Hey," I raised my hands, reaching out for her, "Hey, Steph.. Babe?"

I caught ahold of the fabric of her- probably Gemma's loose tank top as it bounced off her back, showing some of the red bra she wore inside.

"Come on," I said, hooking two of my fingers around the bands of her capris, "Don't be angry." And turned her around, despite her slightest of the efforts to wriggle out of my grip.

I know she loves this, she is just too clean cut to accept it.

"Climb up." I said.

"What?"

"Who wants a piggy back ride?" I tried to sound childlike, probably failing.

"No, it's alright. I'm heavy."

"Oh yeah." I rolled my eyes, turning around and pulling her hands to my neck, pulling her up my back.

"Harry!" She yelled.

"Don't you say shit! You're the first girl who's getting this." I said, getting ahold of her legs.

"Really?" I could feel the joy in her voice.

"Yep." I smiled and placed a kiss to the side of her mouth, a little of it touching her lips.

Her arms tightened around my neck and she put her head close enough to mine to see her smile.

If only she knew what was waiting for her in the room.

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