Instinct

Chapter Eighteen

A few weeks had slowly ticked by with little contact with Harry. Liam refused to even look my direction and I slowly felt the storm that had been brewing coming. Everyone had been acting weird and no one would tell me why, most of my friends didn't know but anyone who would know, wouldn't say a word. I suddenly started to feel like an outsider, or someone that everyone despised. It scared me..

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks, his voice smooth in my ear as he sits next to me on the couch in my living room, his arm draped over my shoulders. I shake my head.

“Nothing, sorry.” I mumble quietly and try to focus on the television.

“You're lying..” He murmurs and kisses my ear softly. I shiver at the gentle touch and sigh.

“What the hell is going on, Harry? Everything has changed around school, and I don't like it. Did I do something?” I look at him nervously and swallow.

“No, you haven't done anything. Nothing has changed.” He tries to reassure me, but his tone doesn't make him sound even sure of himself.

I scoot slightly out of Harry's long reach and pull my legs up to my chest. None of this is settling well with me.

“Don't do that. Don't fucking push me away like that.” Harry grumbles and I look at him, my eyes shining with tears I refuse to let fall. He sighs and moves over next to me, then forcing my eyes to look his way.

“I'm just not having a good day, Harry.. I'm sure you have other people you'd rather hang out with.” I mumble quietly, revealing my feelings about how he's ditched me so much lately.

“Stop this. Just hang out with me, forget everyone else for a bit and pay attention to us.” He demands and traces my lips with his thumb.

“There is no 'us', Harry. You've never even asked me out on a proper date.” I tell him sadly and one tear slips from the corner of my eye. I quickly bring my hand up to wipe it away, but Harry's hand catches mine, and instead he uses his lips to kiss the tear off my cheek.

“You're right. We haven't done this the right way..” He replies and his lips move to my neck. I try to stop myself from falling into his spell when I'm trying to be upset, but it's too much. My head tilts to the side, giving him more access as my lips part, the tears fading from my eyes.

It only takes a second for Harry to find my soft spot that he knows too well. His lips causing blush to come up my neck to my cheeks. He sucks on the skin, nipping at it just enough to make a small moan escape my lips. I can feel him smirk against my neck and continue his torture until I'm practically a mess underneath him. His lips finally meet mine and my hands quickly find a place in his already messy hair.

“Harry..” I mumble against his lips, I have to get this off my chest.

“Harry.” I repeat, giving him one last gentle kiss before really pulling away from his addictive lips.

“Ali..” He smirks, humoring me by repeating how I'd said his name with mine.

“Can I-” I stop myself. Looking into Harry's eyes, I can tell that he doesn't feel this way about me. That, or if he does, he's a master at hiding his emotions towards me.

“Can you..?” He cocks an eyebrow at me and dances his fingertips along my arm. I swallow and decide that it's now or never and I can't put this off any longer.

“Can I tell you something?” I ask quietly, my eyes flickering from his lips, back to his eyes, trying to relieve some of the tensions inside of me.

“Okay..” He replies, his tone immediately changing from playful to skeptical.

“I..” I pause, taking in the sight of Harry above me. This could be the last tie I ever see him like this, he could completely scare and bolt at his first chance. The idea of him not feeling the same way make my stomach crawl with butterflies and nerves.