Stranded

Chapter 57

Song for this chapter:

Heaven- Boyce Avenue ft. Fifth Harmony cover(I know I've used this for mulitple stories but it just seems to fit this chapter so well!)

Fix You- Coldplay

 

~Harry's POV~

Her lips smash to mine hungrily, desperately. I have missed this so much. I miss the feeling of her lips on mine, her soft skin, hearing her moan my name. I miss her. I miss us and what we had together. I don't even know what it was, something undefinable and unexplainable. There's no one that can make me feel the way she does. It's her. Only her.

She stops kissing me, looking into my eyes and for a moment, I think she's gone back. Back into her world of confusion and unknowing.

"What is it?" I ask in concern. She bites her bottom lip, staring innocently and apprehensively at me. And fuck is it hot and turning me on.

"I want you to make love to me." she whispers and my heartbeat quickens at her words. I can't deny, though, that worry floods through me.

"What if you go back while-"

"I don't care," she says. "Please." she pleads and I'm barely restraining myself.

"Cassidy...I don't know. You don't know what you're like. You don't know me, you don't love me." I inform her and her eyebrows raise.

"Really?" she questions softly and I nod my head. 

"You hate me, actually. And you love someone else." her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

"No, I can't. I only love you." she attempts to reassure me. I stare, sadly, into my beautiful girl's eyes. She scoots closer to me, sitting on my lap and wrapping her arms around me neck, her hands in my hair. I close my eyes and groan softly as she gently tugs.

"Fuck, I've missed you doing that." I whisper and suck in a harsh breath at the feeling of her lips at my neck. She kisses it softly, gently nipping and sucking at the skin. I suppress another groan and her eyes flit back up to mine.

"You want to do it. I know you do. I can tell." she whispers and it's the most seductive sound in the world.

"Of course I do. I'm barely restraining myself." I say.

"Then just give in." she says and her lips return to mine. 

"You're really testing my patience, Miss Pryce." I laugh against her mouth and feel hers turn up in a smile.

 

"No, I believe it's the other way around, Mr. Styles. I want something and you're not giving it to me." she says, smirking.

"And is that frustrating?" I tease her.

"Excruciatingly so." she smiles down at me and I wish I had a camera so I would be able to remember how gorgeous she looks in this moment.

"I may have to put you out of your misery, then." I tell her.

"I suppose you must, seeing as you hate seeing me in pain." she says and I'm in love with her playful mood.

"You have no idea." I tell her and mean it. She looks up at me with such a pleading, desperate, and innocent look on her face that I eventually cave. "Oh, fuck it." I growl and press my lips to hers agian in a heated and passionate embrace.

I wrap her legs around my torso, her still sitting on my lap with her digits lightly tugging at my hair. My hands go to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, dropping it carelessly to the floor. I want to take this slowly, remember everything about this moment.