Bad boy, Great lips//h.s.

Chapter Thirty-One

UNEDITED!
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"Please?" I asked, trying my best puppy eyes. Kayla brushed back blonde hair and looked thoughtful.
"Fine."
My face split in a huge grin and I wrapped my arms around her slim shoulders.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I chanted in the middle of the coffee shop. We had everyone's attention, they smiled at us. I pulled back an glanced out the window. It was unusually sunny but windy. It was still bitterly cold because the middle of December but the sun was nice. It made me feel happy and bouncy inside. Or helped, it's been a while since I've felt that way. A personal shout out to Harry.
His name echoed through my thoughts and a million followed. I haven't seen him in days. It was unusual. We bickered all the time but never like this. I guess it only natural that we didn't make up this time. We both said horrible things, I'm not going to solely blame either one of us. We both made by poor decisions and now we both paid the price. Or I did, I don't know of he was as torn up about this all as I did.
I didn't see him in class, I switched around my classes and altered my work shift. Liam had been right. I need to get away from him. We were poisoning each other.
"Who's that coming toward us? He's hot," remarked Kayla. I looked from my daze.
Speak of the devil
"Hey babe," Harry slurred and fell into the seat next to me, leaning heavily on me. I cringed away and mentally scolded myself for getting excited at the sight of him.
"Who are you?" I asked coolly. His eyebrows came together in a confused manner.
"Don't play that with me, you know who I am."
Although his words jumbled together, his green eyes were clear.
Instead of answering him I just continued giving him a clueless look.
"Oh c'mon Rosie, you know you know me. You love me and you give the best blow jobs."
I jumped back at his words, shocked he'd say such a thing in front of Kayla, who looked like she was about to die of laughter.
"You need to go."
A boyish grin spread his lips. "Admit you know who I am then."
I glared. "The Harry I used to know would never get drunk in the middle of the day nor would he punch me."
Whatever intoxication was left in his body completely left after my words.
"Don't even bring that up, you know damn well I'm sorry," he hissed, his body language suddenly changing.
Kayla coughed from across the booth. I smiled apologetically.
"Well, I'm gonna go," Kayla announced very awkwardly. Harry snapped his head to her.
"Good, leave us," he snapped. My anger shot up when he spoke in that manner to my best friend.
"Don't you dare talk to her that way, you asshole."
He gave a lazy smirk. I wasn't sure how to keep up with his ever changing personality. He was literally about to hit me again less than ten seconds ago.
"Asshole, eh? That's a step up from murder. I'll take it."
He words ate me up inside and made me feel that more awful about it.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't even, you said horrible ad morbid things too. I even apologized, however, you didn't."
He leaned back in the chair but still facing me.
"Oh? So that makes up for it? Makes it all better, doesn't it?"
"No but it defines the difference," I growled.
He laughed, a crazy, madman laugh.
"The difference between what?"
"Between me and you."
Harry looked confused then anger flashed across his face.
"What does that mean?"
I stood up, looking down at him.
"You know exactly what it means. It shows the difference between our personalities, our morals, our goodness."
His face dimmed, I felt so bad now. This was not the way to make up, I thought to myself.
I blinked slowly, willing this to all be a dream.
Harry's sorrow and anger infused face still sat before me. I slowly sat down and back in the chair. He looked at me, surprise evident.
We sat for a few moments. The sunny sky now seemed to mock me, contracting what I was now feeling.
I slowly took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. I watched as beams of light played across our skin. I wasn't looking at anything aside from mine and Harry's hands. I could feel him stiffen.
"I'm sorry," I murmured. "That was wrong, it was a lie. You're good, so, so good, Harry," I breathed. My voice was only loud enough for him to hear.
"What I've said, anything I could have said that possibly hurt you intentionally, I want you to know that it's all a lie. I never thought of you as a murder. I lied when I said you never deserve happiness. Because you do, lots of it. And that girl that catches your heart and your love... She's lucky. You're not perfect and that makes you that much more perfect," I said lowly to him. He was still sitting beside me, stiff. I just held on to his hand, tracing patterns across his skin with the pad of my thumb. Nothing else touched aside from our hands but it was enough. The good vibes I get when kissing him are released just by holding his hands, long fingers interlocked with my own.
"Why?" His voice was just as quiet as my own. Our serious conversation seemed so out of place in happy, hustling and bustling of the coffee shop on this glorious day. It should be raining, thunder in the background while we stand in the downpour together as we speak these words that will either bring us together or forever tear us apart.
I finally look at him, his green eyes golden in the sunlight.
"Why?" I ask. He nods. "Because you hurt me, you humiliated me and disgraced one of the best nights of my life. It was physically painful and I just wanted you to feel a portion of my hurt."
Harry stared down at me before averting his gaze over my shoulder and out the window. I noticed he still kept my hand in his.
Finally, finally he spoke. "I'm... I'm sorry too."
I gave a small smile.
"Can we forgive each other and move on?" He continue. I shrunk at his words and gave the smallest shake of my head.
"Harry-,"
"Why?" He cut me off. His voice had taken a desperate edge. That quiver in his voice sent sickly happy shudders through my body. It sounded like he wanted me-no, needed me. Isn't that what I wanted all along?
"I... Harry, please try to understand, okay?"
He looked doubtful.
"The only reason I'm not gladly running back to you, it's because we aren't good for each other. Terrible actually."
Harry didn't look convinced.
"Why? Rose, just please. Please, stay."
My heart clenched at his words. I wanted to so badly. So, so badly.
"I can't Harry, stop making this so hard," I could feel tears well in my eyes now.
"Then don't make it hard, just stay."
He looked down at me intently and squeezing my hands tightly now between both of his.
"Harry, we are terrible for each other. We bring out the worst in one another. You made me feel insecure, fragile, and so emotional. And I make you crazy, angry, and so, so sad. You are poison to me and I'm just as toxic to you."
I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. He leaned forward and let go of my hands to only grasp each side of my face.
"No, we aren't. We have laugh together until we cried, I've made you smile countless times and you make me want to knock other guys teeth down their throat but it's a good jealousy," he smiled. I got butterflies at the idea of Harry being so jealous toward other guys about me. I loved it actually. I shouldn't but I do anyways.
"We watched stupid, sappy movies together and you fell asleep on my chest and I had no nightmares for the first time in weeks, since you last slept in the same bed as me actually. I can't sleep without you. You always hush me to be quiet in class and tell me to do my homework. You kiss me like no one else and hold me no one else, how is that posion?"
It was everything I've been wanting him to say and even better. The tears were still flowing.
"You're still an asshole," I sniffled.
He grinned brightly. "You're still a stubborn bitch."
I laughed lightly and pulled back from his touch.
"That speech was incredibly cheesy," I teased. He smiled at me adoringly causing those absurd butterflies in my tummy-no, I had the whole damn zoo.
"Everyone loves cheese."
I scoffed and stood up from the cafes chair.
"Shit, I need to find my best friend,"
I cursed and grabbed my phone.
"I'll see you later?" I asked Harry.
He nodded. "Yes, absolutely."
I smiled and side stepped him but not for long because I felt his hand wrap around my upper arm, pulled me back.
"One more thing?"
I nodded cautiously.
Harry pulled me closer and gathered my body in his arms before placing a demanding kiss on my lips. I couldn't help but to melt into it. I relaxed in his arms and kissed him back just as wickedly as his tongue moved against me.
I heard a wolf whistle from the door. I pulled back quickly and saw Kayla and Niall standing there. Kayla had a broad grin on her face but Niall, however, looked grim with his lips set in a straight line. I was about to wonder why that is until I saw Zayn standing right behind them, pain plastered on his face.
Fuck.