"Stay with me"
"Are you kidding me right now?" I couldn't help but laugh at his absurd remark. "You just tried to rape me a while ago and now that I tell you that I haven't had any physical contact with a guy and don't plan on having any untill I'm married, you suddenly become the 'oh so good guy' and expect me to stay with you? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm Harry Styles" his jawline tightened, eyes narrowing at me.
"You're pathetic. And that's exactly the reason I hate you, because of your inflated ego" I actually felt sorry for him, he needs therapy sessions. I was headed out the door when I felt a hand grab my hair, pulling my head back.
"Ow!" My hands immediately shot upto my head, trying to free from his grasp.
"No one says no to me" he spoke slowly, emphasizing upon each word seperately. I gulped, looking at the fury in his eyes.
"You better do as I say...or you can say goodbye to that husband dream of yours" he hissed in my ear, grip tightening on my hair. I nodded and he finally let go of me, throwing me on the bed. He peeled his shirt off as I massaged my head, trying to make the pain go away. My eyes widened in fright as I watched him take the t-shirt off and toss it to the side.
"What are you-"
"Shutup" he cut me off and slid under the covers. Nothing that he was doing made any sense to me. He tapped the bed beside his shirtless figure, asking me to go to him.
"What do you think you're-"
"Just come ere" he said through gritted teeth "I don't like a girl who talks too much" I hesitated a bit before getting under the covers with him, but made sure there was space between us. I didn't dare look up at him, my mind was focused on the butterfly tattoo infront of me. In an instant, Harry wrapped a strong arm around my waist, pulling me closer untill our bodies were pressed together. He dipped his face in the crook of my neck again, nuzzling it in my hair, soft curls stroking my skin. I didn't even realize my hands were on Harry's chest untill I felt his body heat up under my touch. Harry's lips were pressed against my neck, forcing me to feel things I had no intentions of feeling.
"Harry...please" My voice was barely a whisper, begging for him to stop...and to my surprise, he did. He backed up, looking deep into my eyes as he put a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was so gentle, I couldn't believe it was the same Harry.
"I don't like this" his raspy whisper caught me off-guard.
"What?" I asked softly, searching his eyes for some sort of answers.
"Me not being able to feel you...to kiss you" there was so much intensity in his voice, I had to look away. I wanted to say something but I couldn't, I didn't know how to respond to that honestly.
"Lucky bastard" Harry mumbled.
"Hunh? Who?"
"Your husband" his voice was barely audible. Despite my feelings towards Harry, I couldn't help but smile. He sighed deeply,wrapping his arms tightly around me before hiding his face in my neck again.
"Goodnight Khadija" he whispered against my skin and in a few moments, I could feel the steady exhale of breath against the nape of my neck, although I couldn't see his face, I knew he was asleep. I hesitated a bit before resting my cheek against his curly head and drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
*The next morning*
I slowly opened my eyes due to the movement of something underneath me. Blinking a few times to make the blurriness go away, Harry's face came more into focus. He was intently looking at me, like he was studying the most interesting thing in the world. I felt my body tense up as I realized my head was on Harry's bare stomach. I guess the sudden reaction showed on my face, making the curly haired boy beneath me chuckle.
"You know...you move a lot in your sleep. I'm pretty sure that's not the position we slept in last night" I felt my cheeks heat up but I successfully managed to look down at the sheet as I lifted my head off his stomach.
"Morning" I mumbled, sitting up and stretching. He had that look in his eyes again, that intense look, the look that made me uncomfortable. I looked around for my cell phone and then looked back at him, raising my eyebrows.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" it sounded more like a statement rather than a question. In one swift movement, he sat up and moved closer to me, his plump lips landed under my ear as he pressed them against my skin, lingering on a bit before slowly backing away and looking into my eyes.
"Because you're beautiful" he said seriously and I found myself just staring at him dumbly before I decided to look away. I knew I was blushing. Dammit. He lowly chuckled and got up, heading towards the bathroom. I glanced at the time on my phone, 11:00 am. I really should be leaving now. I sat at the edge of the bed, putting my shoes on.
"I'm leaving so umm...yeah...lock the door or whatever it is that you do when someone leaves" I mumbled and Harry stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at me. I was scared of what he might say next. I hope he wouldn't go egoistic on me again, I hated that side of him. I looked up to see him standing there, playing with his fingers.
"Oh...right. Okay." He finally looked up at me, forcing a smile. Thank God he didn't protest, I didn't have the energy to get into an argument in the morning. I made my way to the front door with him hot on my heels. I nearly jumped when he spoke up,
"You know...I uhh...I could drop you" I turned to look at him and he stood there shyly, with his hands in his pockets. I sighed.
"No thank you" I gave him a forced smile and started to turn around when he grabbed my wrist, causing me to look up at him. His lips met my cheek, planting an affectionate kiss before him sighing and looking away.
"Bye Khadija" his gaze never lifted off his feet.
"Bye Harry" I turned around and walked out the door, brushing my arm with my hand in a weird attempt to calm me down, trying to think through all the events of the previous night and today morning. I had an irresistible urge to turn and look at him one last time but I decided against it. My mind was having a battle on it's own...I had never felt so many mixed emotions towards someone. And with that, I turned the corner of his street, leaving Harry and his apartment behind.
