Dare

Chapter 24

| Twenty Four |

'And I think the first sign you notice when you begin to gain feelings towards a person, is just how easily you get jealous when they give others the attention which you crave.'
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"Now you won't say anything," Harry sighs.

"What do you want me to say?"

He pauses.

"Let me ask you a question and just answer,"

"Well it depends on the question,"

He looks down.

"Why did you go with Zayn? I mean of all people, you knew he was a mate," He asks softly.

He pauses as I roll my eyes.

"You two kissed didn't you,"

I swallow.

"I went to the party because he asked me and you know what, I had a great time. I didn't realise you guys were all connected to each other and I'm sorry about that. But I've had enough of you demanding control. I owe nothing to you. You're so toxic, I hate all these arguments." I sigh, looking down.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, biting his lip.

My mouth parts as my attention falls to him, a little taken back by this unexpected apology.

"Did you two fuck?"

"Why? You're the one fucking around with my mate, so why should I tell you?"

"Because—" he stutters.

I sigh.

"And no, nothing happened ok, he's a friend. That's all."

He looks up at me.

"You didn't?"

"No."

Without warning, Harry pulls me and somehow I am sitting on his lap. Our faces are close to each other, his lips an inch away from mine. I clutch onto him, trying not to fall. His hands tighten around my waist.

"Kiss me," He whispers huskily.

His right hand cups my cheek as his thumb traces along my bottom lip.

I look down to his lips and something ached for me to say yes.

A majority of me was frustrated at myself for even letting myself think that I should. It was Harry. This is all just in the moment, nothing to do with my feelings.

"Look Harry—"

"Please," He begs, lust filling his eyes.

I hesitate before leaning forward. I couldn't help but stop when there is just the tiniest gap between us and our noses are touching. He waits patiently whilst my thoughts battles with each other. His hand held my waist and my hands rest on his shoulder. The only sound was our heavy breathing. I push my thoughts to the side and lean in, pressing my lips to his plump ones. All these feelings and emotions ran through me.

I soon lost control and the soft and gentle kiss soon turns to a rough and powerful kiss.

Harry's large hands sneak up my top, stroking my skin. It was not long until he began fiddling with my bra.

That's when I stop.

I was actually enjoying the kiss and I don't know whether I should be ashamed about it or not. I want him to touch me more but I can't. He just wants to fuck, but why can't I just want that. It wasn't that I wanted to be with him, it just was the fact I wanted this to be with someone I trusted.