I awake to a stewardess shaking my shoulder gently, I glare at her. You never wake me up from sleeping, I'll rip your head off.
"Sorry to wake you miss..." Yeah right. "But we're landing soon." She softly smiles at me. Good, I can't wait to see Harry. We're spending New Year's Eve together alone, and I'm so excited. I finally get to have my first New Years kiss. Call me lame, but I've never had my first kiss before Harry.
The tires hit the asphalt below us quite abruptly causing me to jerk forward and hit the seat in front of me. I silently scold myself as the person in front of me.
"Why'd you hit my seat?" He asks rather snobbily causing me to glare at him.
"Why'd your seat attack my face?" I retort, smirking as I sit back and he turns around. I just want Harry.
We come to a stop finally and I'm too eager to get off the plane, standing behind multiple persons, I try to peer over their heads or over their shoulders to see how close we are to getting out of here.
I'm able to breathe when I finally exit and look for Harry in a crowd of people, not seeing his hair anywhere. God I miss him so much. I'm so whipped.
It clears a little bit, I see a group of girls, around my age, surrounding him, and he grins at each of them, I feel a pang of jealousy hit me. What's mine is mine. He finds my eyes and I visibly relax but underneath I could rip their teeth out with a chainsaw. Okay, maybe I should see a psychologist. I'm a violent person sometimes and I can't help it. Those murder cases I watched on tv as a teenager probably didn't help anything either, it just taught me what and what not to do.
He asks them to move out of the way so he can get through, but they don't move, and I see he's already got my suitcases, I smile. It's the little things he does for me that tug at my heart. He asks again but they don't budge, and it's too early to deal with bullshit so I sigh and roll my eyes as I continue to walk closer to them. When he asks them kindly a third time and they still don't move I drop my carry-on bag right there and run towards him, he looks up with a huge smile on his face as I forcefully push myself through them and into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist with his hands resting innocently on my bum as I press my lips to his in a heated kiss as I feel my body catch on fire from him. My hands find his hair, it's almost a needy kiss, okay it is.
He pulls away and smiles at me before setting me down too soon and I've noticed the crowd thin out as I grab my bag and we head towards our house. We talk the whole way there, what we got for Christmas, what we did the past few days, but his last question catches me off guard.
"Who was that guy the paps got a picture of?" He asks, my heart stops. He thinks I'm cheating, again. Perfect, fucking perfect.
"Don't worry about it." I mumble before getting out and walking into our house after grabbing my bags. I walk straight up to our room and unpack my things and put everything away when he walks in and closes the door behind him, my heart stops again.
"Who was it?" His tone is harsher than before and I can tell its taking everything in him not to scream at me. I recognize the look, that's the look Rachel would give me before she attacked my emotions with her words covered in venom, that's the look Harry has on his face. Memories flash through my mind, she asks to see my wrist, I refuse but eventually give it to her, her very long nails sink into my skin, leaving marks and scarring my skin. I close my eyes for a few seconds to keep my tears away, that was a dark place that I locked in a chest and buried it but its resurfaced, unfortunately.
"It was my cousin." I lie, I don't want him to think I was cheating on him with my ex-boyfriend, gross.
"Bullshit." He spits, I stand up. "Now tell me who the fucker was!" He raises his voice slightly, as I stay quiet he grows angier. "Who was it!" He yells causing me to cower away from him slightly but he doesn't notice.
"I- it was my friend." I mumble, not meeting his eyes. I wouldn't cheat on Harry, I'm happy with him.
"Which one? Your fuck buddy?" He taunts, my eyes flick to his and stay there.
"It was my ex-boyfriend!" I yell, an emotion I can't decipher flashes over his eyes before he quickly recovers.
"What were you doing with him!" He yells back. "Or do I even want to know?" He asks, venom laced between his words, almost in a taunting voice.
"He took me to a resteraunt so we could catch up." I explain. We didn't do anything, he's over reacting. He shouldn't even be yelling at me. I did nothing wrong.
"By catch up you mean fuck?" His eyes meet mike again, they're cold and emotionless and... dark. I don't respond, my chest physically hurts. How could he presume such things, I'm a virgin and I belong to him for Christs sake. "Like the filthy slut you are." He spits, tears prick in my eyes, my jaw is on the floor. Anger replaces sadness, the material in my hands comes together in a ball as I throw it at him, hard. It hits his face, when it falls his eyes are softer, the original green is back. I don't pay close attention though, I grab my coat and shove my uggs on my feet as I walk out of the room, shrugging my coat on as tears wet my cheeks. How could he say something like that?
Why isn't he chasing after me?
I should just stop, and wait for him, or go back to him. God I'm pathetic. I force myself to continue walking, my hand grabs the door knob when he grabs my wrist and spins me around while I flinch away but he firmly grips my wrist.
"Dick." I mumble, keeping my eyes away from his.
"Don't leave, please." He begs, when I allow my eyes to flick to him his eyes are closed and his head is hung low, I sniffle, immediately regretting it when his eyes flick to mine. "Don't cry." He whispers, coming closer, letting my wrist go to use the pads of his thumbs to wipe tears from my cheeks. "I'm sorry." He mumbles, resting his forehead against mine, I wipe a stray tear that's fallen down his cheek. "I didn't mean it, you know I didn't."
"Well I'm not going to just stand here and let you call me things." I stand my ground, crossing my arms.
"I know baby, I won't do that any more, I promise." He assures. "Lets not fight, I has things planned for us tonight." He pecks my nose, I can't help but smile and melt under his touch. I can't stay mad at him, strangely enough he's the only one to make me feel this way, my anger and irritation always dissolves when he looks at me, he's the only one to have that control over me.
"What kind of plans?" I ask, smiling, his eyes meet mine, he smirks as his hands grabs the zipper of my jacket and slowly pull down.
"Only if you want to, of course."
Do I? Of course I do. Is it right though? Of course not, but when have I done anything right? I'm just a fuck up. It feels wrong, but so right.
"Of course I do." I press my lips to his as the jacket slips off my shoulders and onto the floor, I step out of my uggs as I wind my fingers around his curls. I can already feel things starting to warm up.
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A/N: heyyyyy guyyyyys! Who's ready for a sex scene?
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