AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 14.

"Harry, for the tenth time, it doesn't matter if Zayn wants me or not. I'm sure there's a lot of girls who want you." I say as I follow him down the stairs.

"Zayn always wants what I have, fücking always." Harry snaps when we reach the main floor. "I should have let Louis be the one to watch us."

I follow Harry through the dark main floor of his house and we walk into the kitchen. He pulls out a chair and sets down without even turning on the light.

"So you're just going to set here in the dark and sulk in your anger and jealousy?"

Harry huffs. "I'm not jealous."

Fifteen minutes and two red velvet cupcakes later, we walk back into Harry's bedroom. His friends, all except Niall have left. He was headed towards the door with Kelsey hooked to his side when we had climbed the stairs only moments ago. Harry shuts the door behind us and starts to undress. I can see the contours of his body in the light that is cast from his tv. He strips down to only his black boxer briefs and heads for his dresser.

"Stay with me tonight. You can sleep in this." He says, handing me a shirt and a pair of gym shorts like the last time I had stayed.

I agree and murmur a thank you as I take the clothes from his grip. Harry's eyes are on my body as I change and he pulls back the blanket for me to climb into bed. I set up with the blanket just covering my legs. He gets in next and matches my position. A smile tears across his face and his hand grasps the nape of my neck. He pulls me close and brings his mouth to mine.

I melt into Harry's touch and move my mouth slowly against his. His full lips are like silk against mine, smooth and warm. When I part my lips he pushes his tongue through, deepening the kiss. I run my hand over his bare chest and move to straddle his lap. It's like I can never get enough of him.

Too soon, he takes my hands off his chest and moves them to rest on his shoulders. It must be part of his thing where he doesn't want to be touched. I break our kiss off to look into his eyes. His breathing is heavy just like my own.

"Why can't I touch you?" I half whisper.

"Let's not go there tonight." Harry says simply and grasps my hips, pulling me back to him once again.

I lean into Harry, melting into him, and I try pushing all my questions about him to the back of my mind. Harry's mouth is soft on mine and he gently brings us down so that I'm laying underneath him. This Harry is so different from the one who hand cuffed me and used his bandana as a blindfold for me. This Harry seems to want to take his time. He seems want to make me feel something deeper than what we've done before.

My arms wrap around Harry's body, looping under his arms and locking near the nape of his neck. His curls tickle the skin on my hands as his mouth moves to my neck. I shudder under him. This is dangerous. Things like this could cause feelings to start up, feelings that won't be returned.

I can't figure out Harry, though. One day he refused to kiss me and now we're in his bed making out. It confuses the hell out of me but I decide to just go with the flow.

Harry pushes my thighs apart with one of his and when he moves against me, I feel how hard he is. It causes tingles to run down my spine and I let out a low moan into his mouth. We spend the next hour or so this way; kissing, teasing, and touching. Well, him touching me more than me touching.

"I want to fück you so bad right now." Harry breathes, nipping at my ear.

"Not tonight." I say quickly. I want him to and my body is craving his, but somehow I just can't. I don't know what it is that's different but it has me confused with my own self.

"Another time, then." Harry says. He moves off me to lay next to me. I feel the heat of his body leave with him. He flips the tv off, leaving us in complete darkness.

"Why were you mad when I left the last time?" I ask.

"I don't know."

"Yes you do." I say. He does. He answered too fast like he was avoiding the question.

We lay in silence and after a few minutes I turn away from him and pull the blanket up to my chin, giving up on getting anything out of him. It's hard to try to sleep when I'm so wound up from the feel of his body on mine.

"I guess I was more hurt than mad. I thought we felt the same about each other. I thought that maybe you were starting to like me or something. I don't know." Harry says after ten minutes.

That admission makes my brain swirl with a flood of emotions and I honestly can't think of anything to say back to that. I choose to stay silent and pretend that I'm already asleep.

"Good night, Elena." Harry says a few minutes later and the bed shifts. His strong arm is thrown over my midsection I hear his breathing next to my ear. He's cuddling with me and I don't know what to think so I just enjoy the sensation of our bodies being so close.

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