Chapter 5
*AALYIAH’S P.O.V*
It was a boring Sunday evening. I had used up the day studying and cleaning, I also used up half my time frantically trying to get hold of Aaron; he was still ignoring me. I couldn’t help but feel as though I was trapped. I didn’t know whether or not I was single. After all, it had been two days since Aaron had said a word to me. It hurt. My stomach was always in knots and every few hours I would burst into tears. I cared for Aaron, and I just didn’t know how he could go so long without even trying to get in touch with me. Aaron was the total opposite of Harry. He wasn’t tall, his stature hardly exceeding mine; he had dim chocolate eyes and light blonde hair. I found myself comparing Aaron to Harry a lot recently, and even though I reviled Harry, I felt as though he was in rivalry with Aaron.
Just as I was settling down on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn in my hand prepared to watch a movie, the doorbell rang. My parents were out on a date for their anniversary, maybe they had come home early? It was only 8pm so that was improbable.
“Can I come in?”
It was Harry. It looked as though he had been running a marathon. His wavy brunette locks damp from sweating, his skin moist and glossy. I gasped as I looked at his lip which was busted and reddened, as well as his left eye. His knuckles were injured, battered and bleeding. What the fuck happened?
I moved out-of-the-way, allowing him to venture through as he made himself at home on the couch. He rested his legs on the coffee table as he threw his head back, groaning from the ache. I walked rapidly to the kitchen, taking out an ice-pack from the freezer and returning to Harry. He was now eating from the bowl of popcorn, flinching ever so often as he chewed gradually. I sat next to him, removing the bowl from his clutch and instructing him to lie down. He rested his head on my lap and the rest of his body stretched out on the couch. I softly rested the icepack above his hurt eye, squinting as I watched him breathe in quickly from the hurt.
“You want to tell me what happened?” I asked, my tone showing obvious annoyance.
He closed his eyes, ignoring my query.
“Harry.”
“What?!” he snapped, opening his eyes. “Can’t you see I really can’t be fucked talking right now?”
He was right; I was being self-centred trying to get a clarification out of him while he was in pain. But still, I didn’t care. This could be payback for everything he’s put me through.
“What happened? You either tell me or you leave.”
He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he looked up at me. I kept a straight face, lightly lifting his head off my lap as I moved further away from him on the couch. He chuckled, butterflies bursting in my abdomen as I looked at his astonishing smile.
“You’re a fucking bitch you know that?”
I scoffed, looking away from him.
“Your amazing boyfriend and his amazing mates beat me up.”
I almost collapsed; hearing of what caused Harry such ache being a surprise to me. What was Aaron doing with Harry and why did he do this? I envisioned Aaron’s fists laying cruel punches into the gorgeous face of Harry, while he lay powerless as Aaron’s friends kicked into him.
“Why?”
“Because they’re dumb cunts; they had a little sook because of a magic trick I showed them.”
And that’s when it hit me. Aaron almost certainly had a cause to strike him, Harry must have aggravated them. I nearly forgot that Harry was the largest problem creator I’ve ever met. This was his responsibility.
“You’re the dumb one, Harry! You can never just leave people alone can you?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re always making people angry on purpose.”
“So? I’ve never hit anyone.”
“It doesn’t matter. Get out you fucking twat!”
“No.”
“No?”
He was refusing to depart my house? My property? I would call the police to haul him out if I had to. I wanted this idiot gone.
“Get the fuck out, Harry. I don’t want you in here.”
Harry grabbed onto my leg, sliding me over to him and climbing on top of me. I struggled against him, my hands pushing at his chest. I didn’t want to touch his face, I wasn’t that unkind, but this was not going to happen again.
“Get off of me!”
Harry was smiling as I struggled. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them on top of my head using one of his hands. I was astonished at the size of his hands, being able to hold both my wrists down naturally.
“Does Aaron fuck you like I do?”
I ignored him, shocked at what he was doing to me without my permission.
“Don’t be such a fucking bitch, you know you love this.” He growled, I couldn’t help but close my eyes, his croaky voice sending shivers down my back. Did he have to be so hot? It made it so tough for me to resist him.
“Now, I’m sorry but due to your fucking prick of a boyfriend, I can’t use my lips. And it’s a shame, because I was planning on eating your fucking pussy tonight. Instead, you’re going to suck me off.”
It was too late, I was in a daze. The exquisiteness before me causing me to give in. He lay down on his back, forcing my head between his legs as he wiggled out of his pants. I took him into my mouth, sucking hard and once again choking on his unbelievable length.
“Fuck yes, open your mouth wider” he ordered, yanking me off his dick using my hair. He situated his length in front of my open mouth, “I’m going to do the work, just keep your mouth open. I don’t want to feel any fucking teeth. Understand?” I nodded, and with that, Harry began thrusting in and out of my mouth, I could feel the tip of his length drumming the back of my throat. I was gagging and choking, but he didn’t stop for a second; his breathing becoming deeper as he thrusted harder.
“I’m gonna’ cum; are you going to swallow bitch?”
I nodded, preparing myself for the hot salty fluid to go into my mouth.
“That was good.” He breathed once he finished, sitting up and grabbing tissues off the coffee table, using them to wipe excess liquid off his cock.
“Harry, this needs to stop happening.”
He laughed, pulling up his pants and heading towards the door.
“We both know that’s not going to happen. Later.”
