"Do you think this is FUNNY?" He yelled, his face slowly reddening as his eyes continued to glare at me.
My lips unwillingly quirked into a smile.
"No." I fought to keep the laughter out of my voice but he definitely saw straight through me.
"Then why are you smiling?" He bit the words harshly, crossing his arms.
I groaned. "Can I just leave now?"
His composure quickly turned from anger to annoyance to amusement.
"Does everything I saw go in through one ear and out the other?" He sighed.
Zayn snickered from besides me- I couldn't help but join in with him.
"Zayn." Harry snapped, noticing Zayn- his mood switched like a light. "Leave."
Zayn's bottom lipped tightened as he stalked out of the room, following on with Harry's command.
"Hey babe!" I called out. "Call me!"
An amused smirk flinted across his face as he winked at me flirtatiously; he was well aware of my plan.
Harry was in front of me in an instant, his body trapping mine against the fridge, leaving no room or space for me to move. I squirmed consciously, trying to make at least an inch of space between us- but he didn't budge an inch.
"Stop making me jealous." He spat, his mouth hovering about my ear.
"So it's working then?" I laughed, my voice sounding uneasy even to my own ears.
He was close, so close.
"Yes." His voice was firm, assertive. "And I don't like being jealous- I always get what I want."
"Well you know what? I don't like being sexually assaulted- so would you please, GET OFF OF ME." I shoved against his chest, his dark eyes studying me.
"It's not assault if you like it." He smirked.
How fucking DARE he- that asshole.
"I'm going to fucking murder you." I spat, hoping the look I was giving him would scare him.
"I'd like to see you try." He mused as though the thought amused him.
"It would be my pleasure." The word rolled off of my tongue like silk-
Suddenly, he bucked his hips against mine. "Say. That. Again." He growled, his hips kneading into mine with a slow, tempting rhythm.
"S-s-say w-what?" I stuttered, the breath gone from lungs suddenly.
The world had small black dots around it, the image of the kitchen swaying backwards and forwards.
"Pleasure." Harry's voice came in my ear, low, seductive.
"I could say the word-" I smirked, watching his pink lips part. "Or I could give you it."
In an instant I was moved from the back of the fridge to the countertop, my legs swung over the edge as my lips entwined with Harry's, his long fingers kneading my lower back.
My head was spinning- just like the world around me.
Everything felt so good but I wanted more- I wanted him.
"H-Harry." I managed to blurt out. His lips caressed my shoulders, my collarbones, my neck.
"Mmh?" He mumbled.
"I don't feel so good."
"Why?" He whispered against my warming skin.
"I think I want to fuck you."
