Chapter 9
*AALIYAH’S P.O.V*
The last time I saw Harry, we had decided not to speak to each other. We knew that the sexual pressure would be too much, and the only thing to do to help us oppose it was pay no attention to each other. Even though I wasn’t in a relationship with Harry, I felt as though I was going through a breakup. I picked up my phone every few minutes to check if I had any missed calls or messages for him, I was eating excessively, everything was starting to remind me of him, and I even felt like crying at one stage. Harry had taken such a toll on me, and I couldn’t comprehend why.
It had only been two days of not talking to him, and I already missed him very much. His lengthy, wavy chocolate locks, his mystifying emerald eyes, his burly jaw line, his fleshy lips… I missed everything about him. If someone had come to me two weeks ago and told me that I would be missing Harry Styles, I would chuckle, but now I can’t go a moment without picturing the veins in his neck when he’s annoyed, his toned torso and striking abdomen… It was as though I needed him.
I found myself fantasizing about him even around Aaron, and I didn’t even feel at fault about it- When Aaron kissed me, I envisioned Harrys brawny hands feeling the skin under my crotch, gradually massaging at my thighs. I needed to get over this phase, I loved Aaron, and I didn’t want to lose him.
“I love this part!” Aaron whispered, pointing at the big cinema monitor.
Because we hadn’t spoken in a while, Aaron decided to take me on a movie date to break the ice. We were half way into the film, and I had no idea what was going on. I was too busy picturing myself stroking my fingers through Harrys curls.
“Have you seen this movie before?” I asked.
“Yeah, I watched it with Jacob.”
“You took your 12 year old brother to watch an R rated movie?”
Aaron shushed me, putting his finger to his lips and pointing at the screen. I crossed my arms, sighing as I continued daydreaming about Harry.
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“Did you enjoy it?” Aaron asked; we were walking to his car in the theatre parking lot. I had never been so content to at last be going home. The movie was uninteresting, Aaron shushing me the whole time and moving my hand when I tried to grasp his. I was trapped thinking of Harry- which didn’t make me miss him any less.
“Not really.”
“Why not?”
“It was kind of boring to be honest.”
“Boring?! You just have shit taste in movies.”
I snorted, he was so conceited sometimes.
“Just because I don’t have your taste doesn’t mean my taste is shit. It just means it’s different.”
“Nah, it’s just shit.”
“Just take me home, Aaron.” I snapped as I entered his car, slamming the door after me.
He got in, turning on the car before facing me, “look, if you’re going to be a snotty bitch, you can walk home.”
I laughed, thinking he would be teasing, but his facial expression said otherwise- he was dead serious.
“What?”
“You heard me, get out.”
I was puzzled, why was he being such a tool? I opened the door, getting out unhurriedly expecting him to grab my hand and tell me to stay, instead he drove off right away, not even looking back or slowing down.
