Nothing Matters

Chapter 10- Lectured

~This chapter has mild smut towards the end, so read at your own discretion!~

Lectured

I was being.... lectured. By my boyfriend, in fact it wasn't any ordinary stern talk we were having, but he was all over me.

His chest was pressed to mine, causing the air in my throat to come out in a tight airy pant.

"What were you doing with him?" He roughly pleaded for an answer, wrapping his arms around the nape of my back and pulling me impossibly closer.

"I- we- we weren't-"

"Don't. Don't lie to me, Stephanie."

I gulped, trying to untangle myself from his death grip. I yearned for his lips on mine, to feel his hands feathering against my skin delicately, instead of tugging me around like a voodoo doll.

"I simply wanted this to work out." He jeered, sucking my earlobe hungrily.

"And I did too." I sputtered, mustering up a minuscule amount of confidence. "Then why? why did you do this?" he hummed into my neck.

I closed my eyes at his harsh words, flinching as his breath washed against my flesh.

I felt terribly guilty, though I knew it wasn't even a big deal. Me and Harry were only hanging around, like...friends and I'm glad I finally made one, but here comes Elton, out to ruin everything.

I pictured the confused Harry, head dropped at the confinement of Elton's loud words puncturing him right in the heart.

"Don't just lolly gag around with my girlfriend, she's obviously happily taken, and I don't want- I don't want anything going on between y'all!" he yelled, foam sputtering from his mouth like a raged pit bull.

Harry nodded, his pigeon toed feet backing away from Elton, who matter-a-factly, was petite compared to the chiseled and structured statured boy.

It was almost hysterical, a small powerful little king snarling at the woeful giant who was to be sentenced into the dungeon.

"Are you listening to me?" Elton sneered, grasping my chin and turning my head to force my stare into his. I was vulnerable, denying his pleading tone, a frown painted on my face.

It was like I was a misbehaving child, deserving a spanken with a wooden paddle. Tears finally broke free from my tear ducts and sprang down my flushed cheeks. "You piss me off." he whispered, pulling me into an unbearable hug, wrapping his weak arms into my frame.

Three knocks at the door caused him to release me and peer curiously down the dark corridor.

"Fuck. I bet it's Harry."

He snarled, stepping forward, then stopping to look me in the eyes like he had a marvelous plan.

"Go. Tell him to fuck off and never come back, now. Or I'll hurt him. I'm standing right, I can hear what you'll say, go ahead." He evilly demanded, a proud smirk on his chapped lips.

I gulped, wanting to slap him in the face for even insisting me to do that.

I opened the door and Harry immediately lunged towards me to engulf me in a hug due to my wet eyes and crimson cheeks.

"Don't." I rejected his sympathetic action, backing away from his touch, though that's exactly opposite from what I wanted. I wanted to be in his arms and I wanted him to take me away from Elton because he was nicer. He treated me fairly, though we only met, it feels like years that I've known this wise boy.

"What? Stephanie, what's wrong?" he murmured, hurt.

"F-Fuck off, I.. I never want to see you again." My clammy hands messed with one another as I spoke with no feeling in me.

"That'a girl." I heard Elton hum.

Harry's face contorted into a rich mixture between revolting and utter pain from my bashful words. His face was a deep red, a frown covering his features.

"I- I'm confused." He gushed, shaking his head as a raw tear slipped down his face. He's crying and that broke me. I did that. I hurt him.

"You heard her, she wants nothing to do with you." Elton laughed, appearing by my side.

"Erm, ok." Harry sighed, still looking utterly horrified by unexplained mood swing.

He traipsed backwards slowly, then turned, jogging off in a disheveled mess.

Immediately I turned to Elton and shoved him in the chest. "Now look!" I cried, shoving him harder and harder, though he stood there as if it hardly harmed him.

I punched his chest, kicking his feet and cried messily until all was left of me were weak whimpers and shaky breaths and I found myself tangled in his grip, him groping his fingers through my hair.

"Shh."

"I hate you." I sputtered quietly into chest as he waltzed backwards towards my bedroom.

"Shh." He demanded once again.

"I really fucking hate you." I cried again, but I didn't mean it.

And he lied me down in bed and kissed my neck, my cries becoming incoherent and soft, nothing left of me but gentle breaths. He seized his arm up my shirt and rubbed my chest, eliciting a throat-ful moan from my mouth.

Then he began to kiss me, pulling down my jeans and unhooking them from my ankles and in seconds we were both only flesh. He pushed into me with a needy force, a groggy hum of approval slipping from my mouth.

"You won't ever do it again, you won't ever see Harry anymore, right baby?" he moaned, kissing my collarbone.

"Mhm." I convulsed, only agreeing in the heat of the moment.

"Tell me you love me." He sighed into my ear, and when I didn't reply he grinded into me deeper.

"I love you." I whimpered, though the indulgence was all I yearned for, and in minutes it was over, my core was full of his warm pleasure and he pulled out, kissing my temple and plopping next to me.

I cried into my pillow, wanting nothing more than to scramble out of my bed in disgust. I really really wanted Harry.

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(A/N): sorry if this chapter made you sad, it made me sad as well.

OMG IT IS SO COLD OUTSIDE.

Anyways, that was crazy right. Right? right?

School was boring today, and basketball practice was tiring, how was y'all's day?

I'm almost corrupted by this scene, omg

Fuck u Elton