Until We Meet Again

Chapter 37

I manage to make it towards the doorknob, but as I turned it, the door didn't budge. I groan as I looked for the lock, but my eyes aren't helping me one bit. I turn around and Harry was already standing in front of me. "Open the door." I say. He came closer to me and moved his head towards my neck. For a second there, I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he said, "You smell like Zayn." He showed me a smirk while putting his hands in his pockets. "Well duh, thanks to your girlfriend's dare." I say.

"You made out with him." He says, sounding like he is challenging me, his smirk still evident on his face. I couldn't quite tell if he is jealous or is he just making fun of me. I stayed silent, not knowing what to respond. I know that if I told him that Zayn was the one who put a go on me, he wouldn't believe me and keep challenging me for whatever reason. Actually, why is he doing this?

"What do you care? You don't see me interrogating you about you and your girlfriend over there." I scoff. His chuckle suddenly filled the room, and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Ah, I see what this is about. You still like me don't you?" He says.

"Me? Still like you? Pff says the one who is interrogating me about Zayn." I cross my hands. "You might say that, but you mentioned my girlfriend twice." He says. "Whatever, just please let me out of here." I say, turning back towards the door.

"You look nice tonight. Nice dress by the way." He says, making my hand stop from reaching the lock that I finally found. I shake my head and go back to turning the lock. "Look how the curves show when you're wearing that. Maybe you should wear it everyday." This time he says it in a more smooth voice, making me want to turn around and slap his face. Instead I turn around and just stare at him. He rests one hand next to my head, and the other goes towards my waist. "What are you doing?" I say, my voice barely a whisper. "I can prove that you still love me."

His hands move to cup my cheeks and bring his lips to mine. I try to back away, but it was impossible. How does one reject a kiss from such a good kisser?

I wrap my arms around his neck and let his tongue slide inside my mouth. "Wait," I say, pushing him gently to stop the kiss. He stared into me, his face full of...lust?

"Relax, Brittany ain't a thing to me." He whispers, leaning in to continue our makeout session, making sure I don't stop him. But I stopped him once more. "Wait, Haz-"

"Haz? Ooh I like that nickname." He says, giving me a smirk. "Wait, let me talk, please?" I say, looking up at him. He nods and motions for me to continue, his hands still around my waist. "Go ahead." He says.

I took a deep breath, "I...um..this is kind of my..first..time?" I say shyly, looking down while my face turns red. He chuckled, not really commenting anything about it.

"That just makes this a whole lot more fun." He whispers to my ear, sending chills throughout my whole body. His fingers went to lift my chin up so I could make eye contact with him.

He leaned in closer once again, brushing his lips against my jawline all the way to my lips. "I can teach you a few things if you'd like, would you like that?" He whispers in a smooth seductive way which drives me insane.

I nod gently before he connects his lips with mine. I go back to wrapping my arms around his neck. He backed me up against the wall while trailing kisses all the way towards my neck.

I released a moan unexpectedly and straight away covered my mouth in shock. He stopped and looked at me for a moment. "What?"

"I..that..that sounds weird." I giggle. He chuckled along. "You might call it weird. But I call it...pleasurable." he says, making me tense up at the sound of his voice.

He continues kissing my neck, actually more like...sucking. Whatever he is doing, it feels so good. I suddenlt felt a sting, like he bit on my neck, but I had soon forgotten about it since he continued kissing it. He went back to my lips and one of his hands went down to squeeze my thigh, and I jumped a little at the sudden surprise.

He kept patting my thigh for some reason I don't understand, until he whispered, "Jump"

I took off my heels and did what was told. He caught both of my thighs and wrapped my legs around him. He leaned me agaisnt the wall for support. Oh God, I really hope I'm not too heavy. My hands went to his soft curly hair and tugged it gently. He released a similar sound to what I just did, and I understood why he called it, pleasurable.

He placed me carefully on the bed, still planting small kisses while hovering over me, making me release a bunch of moans. I'm guessing he finally found my 'sweet spot' when I didn't ever want him to stop. But I spoke too soon. He stopped and whispered, "You like this don't you?"

I looked at him, wondering why he would ask such a weird question. "Do you want more?" He cooed in my ear. Surprisingly, I nodded quickly. He chuckled, "I told you i can prove that you still love me."

I stayed silent, not bothering to argue considering he was right. "Now, say it." He says, smirking at me.

"Wh-what?" I say. "Say, that you love me."

"Um.." I say. He rested on his elbow on the space next to me, waiting for me to do as he demands. His hand went towards my legs and trailed it up to my thigh, slowly moving under my dress, making me harder to breath. "I'm waiting..." he says in a sing-song voice.

His hands then went towards my chest and he traced the outlines of the dress. "Say it, babe." He coo's in my ear again.