Dare

Chapter 33

| Thirty Three |

He pushes me against the nearest wall, not letting go of the kiss. His body was pressed against mine, fitting like a puzzle.

My hands move from his shoulders to his curls, tugging. The kiss was rough yet passionate and I didn't want to let go.

I felt so free and alive.

From the start — meeting him — I never would have thought this would be happening right now. This was the last thing I wanted then. But maybe I was warming up to him.

He kisses down my jawline, onto my neck, sucking softly and I couldn't help but moan.

Harry's hands wonder down to my thigh whilst mine fall to the end of his top. My hands slither under, feeling him.

Yet out of nowhere, Harry stops and pulls away. A rush of confusion and sadness ran through me by the loss of his touch.

"I better stop..." he says. "before I get too rough." He adds, a little out of breath.

I nod slowly, still in a trance over what just happened, what I just did.

Whilst I was a little disappointed, I was grateful Harry stopped. I knew I would probably regret it if I gave in too early.

"Wow," he breathes.

I bite my lip as we stare each other.

"Let's just watch a movie," I say, cutting the tension.

He nods finally as I follow him into the living room, cuddle up on his leather couch.

"Pick one," He says, chucking me the remote.

"Ok,"

"I'm gonna get some snacks," He says and runs through to the kitchen leaving me to go through the infinite amount of movies available.

"Oh and Harry," I shout from the living room.

"yeah babe," He shouts back from the kitchen.

"I wouldn't have minded," I joke whilst biting my lip.

There was a moment of silence before hearing some footsteps and before I know it, Harry was standing by the door.

"Don't say that," He growls.

I bite my lip.

"Why did you stop then? I thought you wanted to?" I ask.

I don't think I would have gone all the way, which I'm glad. Like I said, I'm just not ready.  All my thoughts came back about why I should keep away. It was weird how one minute I wanted him, then I didn't. I just snapped out of things. Maybe I am difficult. I am moving in with Harry Styles. What was I thinking?

He stays silent.

"I thought you didn't want me, why are you curious now?"

I hesitate.

"You didn't answer my question,"

"Well then, we don't have to answer either of ours," he smirks and walks back.

I sigh. Why was that question so hard for him?

I sat there when finally I chose one that was suitable for both of us.

Harry enters the room and takes a seat next to me, leaving us to watch the movie.

*

"I better get going," I say, getting up after the movie came to an end.

"Let me grab my keys then," he says.

"I'll walk,"

"Ariana," he says sternly. "I'm driving you,"

I nod. There was no point arguing with Harry.