Having the X Factor: A One Direction FanFiction

Heathcliff

Two weeks..... I haven't talked to him for two whole weeks.

I was quite amazed when the next people to go were Blair's friends but it made me smile. She was defenseless now, just like the rest of us.

I walked in late and looked around the couch yet again. No book. Ugh, really? Who would want to steal my rotten old book?!

Shrugging in defeat, I walked up the stairs letting my feet drag across the carpet. I just got to my door when a voice echoed in the hall, "I can see why you like it so much... The book..."

I turned to Harry holding my copy of Withering Heights in his hands.

"Thanks..." I whisper as he lays it in my hands, "I thought I lost it..."

He shakes his head, "No uh... I just wanted to see what was so interesting," he smiles slightly before biting his lip.

"Well good night." I say

"No wait..." he whispers taking my hand, "I know why I like it so much... and possibly why you do as well...."

A lump formed in my throat as his eyes glistened against the moonlight shining in from the window at the end of the hallway.

"I don't want to be Heathcliff anymore..." he whispers as his hand touches my cheek, wiping away the single tear that fell, "I never should have pushed you away, please... I don't wanna be like them..."

I couldn't take it anymore. letting the book slip from my hands I gripped his hair in my fists as our lips collided. The last time we kissed, Harry had let me win the fight of dominance, but it was obvious this time that it would never happen again.

As he lifted me from the floor, we stumbled into his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. I stare down at him as he hits me against the wall.

"I love you..." he says staring at me after I pull my shirt off over my head.

He stares at my body and runs a hand over my curve making me tip my head back with a smile, "Prove it..." I whisper.

The second the words fell from my lips he had me on my back on the soft white sheets, and he was pulling my denim shorts past my ankles and onto the floor.

I traced the tattoos on his chest after he discarded his black shirt and skinny jeans.

"Hmmm... I want you to get one for me..." I say as he chuckles.

"What should it be Love?" he asks kissing my shoulder and I open my knees for him to lay between.

"Something beautiful..." I say as my breath comes faster and my heartbeat picks up, "And it has to be somewhere only you and I can see it," I whisper in his ear as he lets out a deep groan.

"Alright, Love," he says before kissing me.

I wanted to be happy but something was eating away at my chest, "Harry...." I say as he was about to start.

"Yes?" he asks looking up at me.

"P-promise me you'll be there when I wake up..." I whisper as he sets his forehead to mine.

"I swear..." he says kissing me, "I'll never leave you again..."

I tossed my head back as he thrust into me. Before he had been just having fun with me, but now there was something behind this...

"Harry..." I moan out after a few minutes.

"Say it again," he says kissing my neck and jaw as he supports himself on his elbows.

"Harry," I whisper in his ear as my back arched and my body goes limp.

He looks down into my eyes and leaves a mark on my neck, "You're mine now..." he says, "and I am yours."