Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 21: Control

*If u don't like SMUT I wouldn't recommend reading this chapter considering when I tried to save this chapter it locked it as rated R.*

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Recap of 20:

"You're sick."

His hand finds mine, squeezing as I shake my head slowly. It's becoming harder to see through my clouded vision when he speaks again hoarsely.

"Whitney, you need help."

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Chapter 21:

*Song: All That I'm Asking For: Lifehouse

Harry POV:

I cradle her tightly in my arms, gently combing my fingers through her sleek brunette hair.

Her head rests against my abdomen. Her palm flat to my chest.

Neither of us had spoken again and I couldn't begin to read her thoughts.

"Can you say something, please." I softly ask, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Like what?" Her voice cracks.

"I don't know...what are you thinking about?"

I hear her take in an inward breath, letting the oxygen flow into her lungs slowly before releasing with a heavy sigh.

"I'm scared."

I squeeze her tightly afraid it's only a matter of time before she slips through my fingers, "me too babe."

"I'm sorry I'm so much work." Whitney mumbles.

"Hey don't say that. It's not like that babe."

"But isn't it? You always have to be the one to pick up my shattered pieces."

"I would do it a hundred times over again if it meant bringing you even a fraction closer to okay."

Whitney nuzzled her head up just below my neck, letting her nails skim down my chest.

"You always do more for me than I do for you though."

My lips curve downwards, "that's not true."

"I just want to do something for you for once. Only you." Whitney sweetly whispers, her hand now at the base of my drawstring sweats.

"How would you feel about that?" Her head tilts up to look into my eyes with a complacent smile illuminating her face.

"I like it better when I'm the one with my head between your legs," I smirk while twirling a strand of her hair behind her ear, lightening the tense mood.

"Well I like it better when," she pauses and I feel her hand rake over the budge of my boxers, "I have complete control over you."

"What are you going to do handcuff me so I'm at your mercy?" I tease with a wicked smile.

A look flashes across her face I never would have expected, especially from her.

My eyes narrow down at her curiously, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Whitney's cheeks redden and I can't help prying on my curiosity more.

"I have some rope somewhere in here...if that's what your into." My grin widens.

"I didn't say I was into that." Whitney says getting defensive.

"You didn't have to. I see the way your eyes light up with curiosity." I note to receive a small huff from her lips in response.