Alive- Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 4

The butterflies in my stomach were impossible to ignore. I know it was silly to feel so passionately about someone especially because I haven’t known Harry for long...I don’t even know him, actually. I didn’t quite understand it. He pulled me into his chest as he intertwined our hands, swaying with the sweet melody. All around us were couples dancing in the moonlight, it was beautiful. It was silent between Harry and I as the scent of mint and vanilla musk filled my nostrils, breathing him in. Mmmh..

“Juliana” he whispered in my ear. Oh god, stop saying my name you british bastard. I had almost forgotten that Harry was intoxicated, no wonder he’s with him. He is drunk and bored at this wedding. My mother. Where is she? Honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she was messing around with some random man in a closet...just something she would do.

 He unexpectedly slipped his tongue out and nibbled on my earlobe. What the fuck?

“H-harry...what are you doing?” he smiled against my neck, obviously amused by my nervous response. Without a single word he took my hand in his and guided me off the dance floor and into the dark night.

“Harry! What are you doing, stop it! You can’t just kidnap me and expect me to give you consent to it I-” before I could finish telling him off, he crashed his lips to mine. Catching me by surprise, I withdrew, stunned by it all.

“kiss me” he moaned into my mouth.

With that I gave in, and the feelings in my stomach erupted. I wanted this, more than I initially thought I had. His tongue lapsed over mine, as he took me to a place of ecstasy by a simple  heated kiss. I moved my hands to his hair deepening the kiss. He shifted his hands from my waist to my rear as he pushed me against the wall beside us. I withdrew as my subconscious yelled “slut!”.

“Mmmh...Juliana, I like you.” Harry murmured. What the hell am I doing? This isn’t me, randomly hooking up with strange rude boys at weddings, God, no. For all I know we could be related!

“I..I..no” I bolted. I heard the clattering of Harry’s boots against the pavement, is he running after me? He needs to stop coming after me. Stop lying to yourself Jules my subconscious threw at me.

 “Juliana!” I turned around, this should just stop.

 “You know...I don’t even fucking know you but you’ve ran away from me at least 40 times within one night will you...will you just..” as I stared back at him the feelings came to me once more, and I couldn’t help but be pulled to him like a magnet.

 “Stop” he whispered a few inches away from my lips, he leaned in kissing me gently. “Running” he kissed me once more, “away”, and again, “alright?”. And before I knew it I was left, begging for more. Wanting Harry to touch me everywhere, kiss me everywhere. I wanted him. Now. I pulled him to me, and brought him to my lips, hoping to ignite the feelings I had felt just a few minutes ago.

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