Broken |Harry Styles Fanfiction|

Chapter 9

His hand that was on my lower back, pushed me closer to him, if that was even possible. I almost forgot I was holding my breath cause of Harry slightly licking his lips before smirking.

  " Let's go see that breakfast you're on about," pulling away from my waist and walking out of the room, leaving me dumbfounded. Shaking my head, I made my way down the hallway to my room, not feeling hungry anymore. What a fucking fool I am.

   Shutting the door behind me, I climbed back in my bed wishing for more while pulling the covers over my grief stricken body. Whimpering quietly to myself for fear of someone hearing. Of course I heard my Mom calling for me from the stairs, at just the right time I might add. When I defiantly didn't reply, she came upstairs, knocking on my door. Not leaving me to my little pity party.

  " Sweetie look, I know there's something going on and I'd love to help, but I have a few job interviews to attend. I'll be back as soon as I can, love you." She sighed before walking back downstairs to leave, shutting the front door leaving me to my somber thoughts.

   Great, now I'm stuck with..ugh. I groaned while shoving the thick and comforting blanket back off, dragging my feet sluggishly across the floor deciding to get out of my chamber of depression. Slipping my feet down the stairs, still not wanting to pick them up off the floor, I make my way over to the couch in the living room, making a quick search for the remote, and began searching for something to watch.

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   As I was beginning to get comfy, Harry walks over and plops down next to me, causing me to shift away from him a bit so we weren't touching arms. Rolling my eyes, I started climbing off the couch, not wanting to deal with him, but he surprised me by tugging on my hand to sit back down.

  " What that hell do you want," I snapped back at him.
" Woah, hey. Didn't mean to piss the shit out of you."
"Whatever," I huffed out.
" Now let me go, Harold."

  Once I said his name, his eyes went dark, quickly, standing up over me, his grip on my wrist tightened causing me to wince." Say it again. I dare you."
He breathed into my neck, making chills cascade throughout my spine.

   My badass flow I had a few seconds ago had quickly drifted away, and my heart immediately began racing from how scared shitless I now was.

  " Exactly what I thought. Now why don't you tell me what's gotten you bitchy." He mumbled under his breath taking his other had and brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
  I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out causing him to chuckle and release his grip on my wrist, changing it to wrap around my waist.

  Finally mustering up some strength, I pushed him away, immediately turning to bolt to my room. He was not far behind me, nearly pulling me by my sweats down the steps but luckily I turned around the railing fast enough, nearly slipping onto my face cause of my choice of socks. Shutting the door right in his face, I locked it shut, backing away slowly, tears starting to form in my eyes. This situation I know all too well. I sat at the end of the bed, not taking my eyes off the door, still staring at Harry's shadow sitting on the floor, him leaning against the door.
  "Just let me in.. please."
I didn't respond.
" Let me explain myself." He pleaded

I soon gave up on saying nothing, and I got up and opened the door willingly to him, getting off the floor and walking in to stand in front of me.

Crossing my arms, I stood in front of him. " You have five minutes." I stated. He didn't say anything, but swiftly wrapped one arm around the small of my back and placed the other on my cheek, my breathing quickly stopped. His lips eased closer to mines, our eyes sealing shut in anticipation. When his lips connected with mine, I swear I felt my knees buckle.

   My hands moved from being pressed onto his chest to settle around his neck, pulling him a bit closer. He tilted his head a little, deepening the kiss, while pulling my thighs up so they were around his waist causing me to let go of involuntary moan. He chuckled, almost devilishly, before laying me down on the bed, our lips still connected, his hands moving to slightly grip my hips before perching one arm to support his weight, focusing on not crushing me.

  I eagerly moved my hands from his neck, down his burgundy t-shirt that cling to all the right places, and with a burst of confidence I began sliding the t shirt up, softly running my nails against the definition of his abs.

   He pulled away, sitting up on his knees to remove his shirt, revealing his upper body and left arm covered in tattoos. Him seeing amazed I was had him sneering in confidence before shifting himself down towards the strings of my sweats, his breaths tickling my skin in the most pleasurable way causing my hips to twitch towards his face.
" Mmm, someone's eager." He teased while looking up through his lashes. I groaned, feeling the heat between my legs become harder to obtain.

  " What's wrong, babygirl?" He pushed further, beginning to pull my sweats off my hips.
" Please.." I breathed out reaching down to tangle my fingers in his locks." Please what?" Acting like he doesn't know what he's doing to me.
  Before I could respond, I heard the front door shut and my Mom yelling from downstairs...