I stand outside the aparment, looking up at the steps that lead to the house. He has to be here, Zayn wouldnt send me nowhere, he wouldnt put me in danger. I take a step at a time, firmly knocking the door. I take a slight step back, straightening my hair out. A tall figure appears in front of me, a cigarette pressed firmly between his lips. Niall, I remember him. His blonde hair is messily swept back, his blue eyes darkening at the sight of me.
"Chloe?" He pulls out the cigarette dropping it to the floor. I shake my head, how surprising he's forgotten my name.
"Its Carly." I give him no time to ask questions, "Is Harry in there?" He nods, my heart begins to pound. My mind travels off to various scenario's, of course they're is alcohol Niall stinks of it, defiantly girls in there too. He steps out the way so I can stroll in. I follow him through the hall way, and into the cheers from the lounge. I spot Harry, he's sat on the edge of the sofa. A line of white powder out in front of him, he begins to lean down. I feel physically sick, watching him and a red haired girl rub her hands over his back, leaving small kisses on his neck.
"Harry, mate someone's here to see you." I stay behind Niall, waiting for his reply.
"If its Bea, tell her to wait upstairs." A few laughs leave his mouth, I slowly step from behind him. His eyes grow wide and he drops the wrapped up note on the floor. He wipes his nose, brushing back the girl and begins to walk over to me. "W-ha" He mutters, bringing his hands to my face. I push away from him, he isn't the Harry I saw, I remember. His eyes have darkened, his skin is pale and the bags under his eyes are sagging. How has he let himself go in a matter of two weeks.
"How are you?" I ask, all the emotions I feel have drained any energy I have left. He looks taken back, as if im here to ball and shout with him.
"Fine. What are you doing here?" He grabs my elbow, tugging me into the hallway and shutting the living room door. I cant focus on what he' saying, his words slur and he can barely keep his eyes open.
"To see you." I look at him, he steps closer to me. I deliberately take a step back, bumping into the wall behind me.
"Why?" He steps even closer to me. "Yo-ur mother said you didn't ever want to see me again, she told me to stay away." He shakes his head, his cool fingers on my arm.
"So you decided to listen to her?" I almost laugh, I thought of all people he'd of put up a fight to see me.
"Yes!" He tugs at my arm. "Why wouldn't I?, she was going to take you away." Well im still here.
"I wish she would have" I quietly say, hoping he didn't hear me. I shouldn't have come here, not without Zayn.
"Why?"
"Because you've clearly moved on. I actually thought you cared about me." I cant hold back the laughter. He shakes his head, "I told you I loved you." Im stupid, I shouldn't of ever gave in to him. Those three words shouldn't have left my mouth.
"I said I did too. Don't you remember?" I nod my head, I remember it clearly, but who knows if he even meant it.
"And yes I did mean it." His eye brow raises, pulling me towards the stairs.
I dig my heels into the floor. "I need to get back." He sighs, slowly releasing my arm.
"Just stay with me, for a while." His features have softened. Bipolar, that's what Harry suffers with. I shake my head, he needs to know he cant control me.
"I cant Harry." I look back at him, he looks more vulnerable than ever. He's guilt tripping me and its totally working. I look down, looking back up to him. I want to, I really want to stay with him. I want to be able to cuddle him, kiss him softly and be in his arms.
"Okay" What?
He walks over to the door, I slowly follow him. I don't want him to agree with me, I want him to atleast put up some sort of fight. The door is opened and I feel the cool air against my face. So again, I guess this is another good bye.
"So.." I linger on, stepping out the door.
"Take care." He smiles, I give him a small smile. I don't know what I feel but its mostly disappointment, I cant understand why he hasn't chased after me yet. I slowly turn around, glancing back at the closed door. I quickly hurry into Zayn's truck, starting it up. I bring my phone out my pocket, multiple calls from Zayn, and many texts. I sit the phone down on the dashboard, re routing me back home. I strap my seatbelt in, my phone beeps and the screen goes black. Shit.
This is why I should have brought Zayn with me, I shouldn't have been a reckless fucking teenager. I take the keys out, the car cuts out and I lock it up. This is just a coincidence, it has nothing to do with that I actually do want to stop with Harry tonight. I walk back up the drive, softly knocking the door. Again im faced with Niall, I need no introduction, he steps away from the entrance and im back in the warmth.
"Upstairs, first left." He smiles, I slowly nod. Basically running up the stairs, I begin to pant. My heart racing, again. I knock on the door, awaiting to be met by Harry.
And there she is, her beautiful features shown through the dimly lit room. Her hair is much longer than before, maybe extensions. My eyes trail down her body, fully dressed. Defiantly a change. I look back at her eyes, stepping past her and into the room. He's sat on the edge of his bed, his hands brought up to his face and his leg beginning to shake.
"Hi" I intended the 'Hi' to be full of confidence, it couldn't have came out any more terrified than I feel right now. His eyes shoot up, followed by his figure at my side. He brings his hand to my cheek, and surprisingly his lips press their selves to my jaw. I groan under his touch, my thoughts are all over the place. I want him to make me feel good again, I want to make him feel good. His free hand trails through my hair, tugging me closer to him. His growing erection is pressed against my hip. My eyes close as I bring my hand to his erection. A small whimper falls from him lips as my shaky hand un button his jeans.
He brings his other hand to my cheek, bringing me to face him. I tug at his jean's as he continues to place small kisses on my jaw, trailing down to my neck. I keep my pal against his erection unsure of what I'm actually meant to be doing. He brings his hand to mine and adds more pressure to his erection. A throaty groan falls from his lips, as he keeps my hand moving. I bring my other hand to his wrist, stopping all movement. He pulls his head away from me, staring down confused. I bring my hand to his chest, slowly pushing him back to the bed.
"Are you sure?" I have no idea what he's asking but I nod anyway. I watch him bring his top off, I stand fully dressed in front of him. He moves to bring my top up and over my head, throwing it to the floor. He brings his hands to my trousers, slowly unbuttoning them. I shuffle slightly as they drop to my ankles, he holds out his hand as I step out of them. "Come here" I step into his hold, placing my legs either side of him. His erection clear under me, he places his hands on my waist rocking me softly against him.
Wow, what he is doing? Why do I feel like a thousand butterflies just escaped in my stomach. I push my fingers through his curls pressing my lips to his. I open my eyes staring back at him as our lips move together. Do I want this, with him? Do I want to spend day after day wondering what would have happened if I leave here without Harry. Or if Zayn had of came, and stopped me from doing this. Or if im even ready for this. Wait, what is this? Is this just drunk sex with Harry, a little drunk fumble with him. Or do I actually mean something to him.
"Har-ry." I pull away, stopping the movements and starring back at his confused expression.
hiiii, ok so the past few days haven't been the best for me, please bare with me I will get back into updating daily. I hope everyone is well, how are you all doing! please don't forget to comment/vote! oh and shall I start posting harry's POV as well as Carly's? yay or nay?
