August 8th [h.s]

Chapter 6

•Harry•

Damn it, I did it again. God, I was so fucking angry at myself right now. I just let her walk out, not even bothering to go out and look for her. I threw the beer bottle at the wall, glass breaking and the remaining liquid spilling amongst the carpet. I sat on the couch, my elbows on my knees while my hands tangled in my hair aggressively but lightly yanking.

I rocked back and forth, my breathing was harsh. I got up and grabbed my hoodie, hurriedly going to my car. I had to find her, I had to.

Here's the deal, I don't like Elena, hell she fucking annoys me. However, that doesn't me I'm an asshole, I won't sit around and just let her go out and possibly get fucking killed. This is all fucking Dean's fault.

If the bitch would have just minded his own damn business she would still be here. If I could kill him I would, but he was the messenger.

As much as I want to kill the messenger I can't because it sends a message. Although, some of you wonder why he helped me realize if I had gotten caught by the cops back at that party I would have gotten arrested. Well, he can't do his job if I were behind bars now would he. He did it for his own benefit, then the fucking prick had the nerve to fucking got to Elena's house. Who knows what the hell he told her.

Here it was, her house. I got out of the car and ran up to the door rapidly pounding on it. "Hold on a second!" A soft voice angrily yelled. I sighed, I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding.

The door swung open. "What are you doing here?" She whispered. "I wanted to know if you know any cute girls number." I smirked, hiding my concern. "Goodbye Harry." She huffed about to close the door. "Wait, okay that's not why I'm here." I said stopping the door. "What do you want then." She asked annoyed. "To see if you got home." I replied.

"That's it?" She asked slowly. I nodded, "Well I'm here, obviously." She stated awkwardly. "Maybe." I smiled walking closer to her. She went to walk back but I pulled her close by her waist. "Don't be shy princess." I tantalized.

"I'm not." She spoke trying to sound more determined. "You're nervous, I can feel it; your heart beat, breath, goosebumps, I make you nervous." I whispered in her ear kissing right under it. Her breath hitched, I could hear it. "Come on princess, you know you want to." I smirked as I kissed down her neck. "Harry." She moaned out, I began to nip at her her skin. "Stop." She shakily whispered.

"You don't sound so sure baby." I spoke in her ear making her shiver. I brought my face close to hers and before she could protest I smashed my lips to hers. She fought it, pushing at my chest lightly. "Don't fight it." I muttered against her lips. Somewhere along the line she started to kiss me back. "I told you." I smirked still kissing her. "Shut up." she spoke tangling her small hands in my hair. Jesus, That was a weakness. She then yanked, I moaned at the pain.

I picked her up wrapping her legs around my waist. I pushed her harshly into the wall, to my surprise earning a moan. "We can't." She whispered pulling away. "We can, but you keep fighting it." I corrected in a quiet tone. She yanked my head back by my hair and slowly kissed up my neck to right below my ear. It was my weak spot, I loved. "It feels good, but I can't help but feel like a rebound." She mumbled against my neck. "You're not baby, just do what feels right." I said.

I carried her upstairs easily finding her bedroom. I gently laid her down on her bed. She lifted up the bottom of my hoodie, her warm hands making contact with my cold skin. "You're cold." She whispered against my lips. I nodded grounding my hips into hers. She moaned in response as she then started to grind her hips against mine. "Fuck." I groaned.

I went to lift up her shirt when she stopped me. "Not tonight Harry." She said quietly. I nodded and rolled off of her. "It's late." She said breaking the comfortable silence. "So?" I said confused. "As much as I hate to say it, I don't want you driving home this late." She said and I smirked. "So what are you trying to say?", "You can stay here until morning." She sighed. I smiled before getting up and taking my shirt off, along with my pants. "What are you doing?" She panicked. "Going to sleep." I said in a 'duh' tone. "Fine." She muttered.

It was then when I took in her appearance which consisted of a black tank top and navy blue short shorts. A breeze of cool air blew in from the air vent and she shivered. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and slipped it over her. Without taking notice of what she was wearing, she put her arms through the sleeves; and laid down cuddling into the blanket. I chuckled before climbing in and putting my arm around her waist to which she surprisingly didn't remove. That's how we fell asleep, I may not like her and all but this felt different then any other time we were together.

I know what you're thinking. It's only because we nearly had sex. No, it was just we were both different, not mean or we didn't fight. It was peaceful and I secretly kind of liked it.

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There it is, chapter 6. Harry's POV and a lot of sexual tension. So would you mind checking out DrunkWithStyles account and the stories, vote, comment, and share on both this story and the other ones.

Sorry for the late update, I got a bit side tracked from this story. I will try and upload sooner and If I am correct this chapter is a bit longer.

Maybe in the next chapter you will meet a new character or maybe some stories from the past. Keep reading to see. Bye... Happy New year!