Too much

Chapter 21

"Are you going to let me inside...?" Harry stands in my door way and smirks when I just look at him with my arms crossed against my chest.

"Harry, do you really need help with biology or are you just here to mess around?" I ask. I'm in no mood to argue, the events of the weekend have finally caught up with me and have made me incredibly exhausted.

"No I really do," he laughs. "But nto with bio, I need you to help me and practice kissing me." He smiles before reaching his arms to grab me.

"Are you drunk?" My eyebrows knit together when I smell the whiskey on his breath as he tries to kiss me.

"Just a little, but I'm okay."

"Hardly," I scoff when he stumbled into me.

"What do you want to do? We can do homework... Or make out?" Harry grins like a little boy when I drag him to the couch so he doesn't fall over.

"You should really go." I shake my head. Why does he insist on getting piss drunk on a Monday night?

"But I just got here! Why don't you want meeee?" He pouts and attempts to pull me on his lap. I resist, but despite his drunken stupor; he eventually wins the battle.

"Because you are very drunk." I tell him, trying not to be affected by the small distance between our faces.

"And that matters, why?" He raises his eyebrows and waits for an answer.

"Because Harry," I huff and tear out of his grip to get up. "You can stay here, but we're just going to sleep."

I don't want him to go home drunk with Anne there. My mom isn't home, so it will be easier for him to stay out of trouble here.

"I love sleeping." He smiles. I'm trying so hard not to laugh at his ridiculous, playful behavior. I need to remember that I am mad at him.

"Come on." I stand up and pull his hands so he can get up from the couch.

He follows me up to my room quietly and sits on the edge of my bed as I change into some pajama pants and an old shirt. When I turn around after putting my hair into a ponytail, he's laying under the covers in his boxers only, and he's waiting for me to lay down beside him.

I know I shouldn't let him stay here, let alone in the same bed, but he's drunk and I don't want him to do anything stupid. I obviously still care deeply for this boy, as maddening as he can be.

"Only sleeping." I reiterate and lay down next to him, taking a deep breath before shutting my eyes and feeling his arm wrap around my torso bringing my back to press against his chest.

He completely ignores my request when I feel his lips connect to the skin of my neck, and his hands move under my shirt.

"Harry stop it." I snap and pull out of his grip.

"Oh come on, Addie. I just want to kiss you."

"I told you no." Grabbing a pillow and one of the blankets off of my bed, I walk out of the room and down the hall to the spare bedroom.

I'm thankful that he doesn't follow me so I can try to collect my thoughts. I laugh inwardly thinking of how oblivious he is to why I wouldn't want him to kiss me. How can he not understand that I need him to change. I literally told him that he needs to treat me the same in front of others as he does when it's just us two, but he hasn't. If he's so embarrassed of me, then why is he even wasting his time? I cringe thinking he's just using me, but I know he's not... Well I hope he isn't.

Just as I finally begin to drift off, my phone rings from the side table. I assume it's Harry when I pick it up, and the anger resurfaces inside.

"What?" I snap.