Rapid Lust

Chapter 2

HARRYS POV

I look at her, expecting her to throw a sarcastic comment at me, or maybe just say a simple hi. She doesn’t though; instead she raises her left hand and slaps me with all the power she can muster. My head jerk to the side and I clench my jaw, anger already pumping through my veins. I feel the blood rush to my cheek where a print of her hand marks my skin, and I turn to look at her. She has her jaw clenched as well and I notice the ring in her nose.

“Well I’m glad to see you too,” I spat and flick the curls out of my eyes. She simply rolls her eyes at me and I clench my hands into fists. “What are you doing here?” she asks and raises an eyebrow at me. I chuckle and shake my head. “It’s a club remember? I’m here to have fun.” “No you’re not,” she retorts and downs the rest of her drink. “You hate clubbing as much as I do.”

I roll my eyes at her, not wanting to admit that she’s right. I despite clubs and I despite the way people make decisions they will regret later.

“So I’m asking again, why are you here?”

She leans against the bar and I feel her eyes scan over my face. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. Memories of our last night together flashes through my mind and I take a deep breath. “I’m didn’t want to be here.” I tell her the truth and I refuse to look into her now confused eyes. “I got dragged along by my friends, but since I’m here I thought I could try to forget.” I finally look at her and I suck my lip between my teeth.

She has raised both her eyebrows and her expression shows she’s confused by my answer. Why though? She must know I regret that night.

“You-you try to forget?” She bites her lip and plays with the drink in her hands. I nod slowly. “Yes. It’s been haunting me for 3 years.” She shakes her head at my reply. “How can it haunt you? You did it; you were perfectly fine with doing it.” She looks at me as she continues. “Do you know how lucky I was when Steph took me back, even after all the shit you put us both through?”

Now it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows and I take a step closer to her, without realising. “You’re still with her?” I ask, the jealousy building up inside of me. How can they still be together?

“Of course we are,” she spats at me and I chuckle, much to her surprise. “Why are you fucking laughing at me? Don’t you remember what you did?” She’s mad now, like she’s been so many times before. I realise just how much this girl has changed when I step closer to her and shield her body with mine. I grab the bar on either side of her and lean even closer. A shiver rushes through her body and I smirk while mumbling in her ear: “Oh I think we both know I’m not the only guilty one. Remember how good you felt?”

She tries to push me away, but I stand still. She deserves to hear it.

“I still remember how you moaned my name. How your nails dragged down my back and your uneasy breathing…”

“Stop!” she shouts and I chuckle and pull away. Her cheeks are flustered and her eyes are wider than usual. I smirk at her while I do nothing to hide the growing bulge in my jeans. She does this to me, constantly. She makes my body feel like fire and ice at the same time. She makes my head spin just by saying one word and a single touch from her makes me go weak.