Optical [h.s fanfiction]

Chapter 15: Taste

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, it was as if all moisture in my mouth had completely disappeared. My head was spinning and the room looked fuzzy along with the person standing in front of me.

"I-I," My mouth remaining dry.

The smile that spread across his face was devilish and unpredictable. My first instinct would be flight, but considering he was blocking the door my only other option was fight.

"You don't look so good Angel," His voice was anything, but sympathetic.

"I-I'm fine," He couldn't know I was scared shitless. I'm sure he could taste it.

He stepped closer and as he did I took two steps back. The devilish smile grew. I could tell he loved this sense of control. It was disgusting.

"I came here by mistake. Wrong door," I stuttered.

"Oh? You didn't come for Harry?" His words shook me. Did he do something to Harry? My heart beat becoming louder.

I kept my face straight as best as I could and ignored his question.

"Or did you come for me?" He asked dumbly.

I scoffed in reply and folded my arms.

"Wrong answer," He charged towards me and I backed up until I tripped over the multiple articles of clothing on the ground. My bum met with the floor, two old friends reunited once again.

His laughter was boisterous and amused. Attempting to steady my breath was almost impossible as I was looking up at my worst nightmare.

He knelt down to my level, "You know I heard you that night. When came in here to visit Harry. That was much more than a visit though wasn't it?"

I knew exactly what he was talking about and it surprised me that he brought it up at this moment. It was the night I came to see Harry, the night where I wanted to see if my emotions were deceiving me. His lips were on mine, then they were everywhere else. It ended in a fight, but of course it was resolved by the time I was out of the dorm.

"H-how?" I questioned my captor.

"These walls aren't very soundproof from the bathroom. I'm just glad it stopped when it did. If it got any farther I just would've stopped it myself,"

My eyebrows furrowed together. Was he jealous? I don't even know the dick.

"Do you actually think I would choose you over Harry?" It almost came out as a laugh.

"I know you would choose Harry over Jared," The devilish smile returned.

My eyes immediately went to his blue ones. They held a type of darkness that I would never understand.

"Jared has nothing to do with this," I spat.

"Oh, but he does. You see that night at that party was suppose to go differently. And you're not going to be with that prick, Harry, until I get my fuckin' way," His tone was sinister.

I knew from the second the words left his mouth he was use to getting his way. He most likely grew up with everything he wanted. Probably hasn't worked for anything in his life. To him this was just a game that he knew he would win.

"You can't make me do shit you sick bastard," My tone was more confident than before.

"I'm not going to make you do anything. You'll do it on your own," He explained.

My eyes narrowed and he laughed in return.

"Let me make you a deal. If I see you with Harry then I'll just go tell Jared what going on. That you've been two timing him since day one,"