Instinct

Chapter Twenty-Two

A/N: Quickest Author's note ever I swear! Okay so.. INSTINCT HAS A TRAILER. I put the link in the YouTube box as well as the external link in case the YouTube box doesn't want to coorperate! Please check it out and leave it a like! My friend @ohthosequirks made it and I couldn't be happier! Otherwise, enjoy the update!♥

Harry's POV.

I look up at Ali with nervous eyes, not sure what her next move will be.

“Get the fuck out.” She spits at me breathlessly, running a shaky hand through her hair. I immediately rise to my knees, shuffle over, and look up at her.

“Hear me out, please Ali.” I beg quietly, and as I wait in silence I realize how desperate and weird this feels being the one on my knees. Ali shakes her head furiously and I can see she's holding back tears.

“No! I said get out!” She pushes weakly at my chest and I know her resolve is crumbling.

“Ali..” I push further. Being the selfish guy I am, I use her emotions to my advantage, taking her hands in mine and rubbing my thumb gently over the knuckles. That's all it takes for a soft, heartbreaking sob to crack the silence between us and I bite my lip, rolling the ring around with my tongue.

“Why do you do this to me, Harry? Why can't you just leave me alone? You got what you wanted!” She sobs and my heart shatters within my chest.

Truth is, it was what I thought I wanted, but after being with Ali, seeing her life, letting her into mine, and being with her the best way I know how, she is what I want.

“That's not true, Ali. I thought it was what I wanted but-” She immediately cuts me off and squeezes my hands hard in hers.

“Don't fucking lie to me, Harry! The reason you dated me was to win that damn bet and now you have!” Her plump, pink lips quiver as she holds my eye contact.

“That's not what I want anymore, okay!” I finally raise my voice, my patience is wearing thin and even if I love this girl, it doesn't mean she doesn't piss me the fuck off. Suddenly, her eyes widen and she snatches her hands away from mine. Shit.I think, I'd just fucked up any chance I have of her listening to me.

“Then what is it that you want, Harry? You want to come in her and fuck me again? Fine.” She spits and her hands reach urgently for the hem of her shirt, my eyes widen.

“What? Wait- no!” My hands clasp over hers on her hips and look up at her, the tears still streaking down her rosy cheeks.

“Ali, listen to me. You are what I want. I don't mean just physically, I mean I miss us.” I finally get to say, my word coming out rushed and breathless, worried she'd interrupt me again.

“I don't care.” She spits back. Ouch. I never thought that to be her reaction.

“Please don't say that. You love me, Ali. You love me don't you?” I start to question, my heart feeling heavy in my chest with doubt.

Silence.

“Ali.” I mutter, looking up at her blank expression.

“No. I don't love you. I love the Harry that I made up in my mind. Not you.” She seethes and my face loses all color it had left as my mouth falls open.

“That is me.” I blurt, swallowing hard on the sudden lump within my throat. I wait for her reply for what seems like a lifetime, until she finally burst out into a heart wrenching cackle.

“Wow, Harry, how fucking delusional are you?” She continues to laugh and I start to back up, the feeling I have, I'm unable to put into words.

“Just get out, Harry.” She shakes her head, finally calming down and getting up from her spot in front of me. Finally, I get the hint. She's done with me. There's no coming back from this. She hates me.

“I-I still love you.” I tell her in a last minute attempt to get her back.

“And I still don't care.” She smirks from the other side of the room, placing her hands on her hips and licking her lips slowly. I nod and turn around, striding out the door as fast as I can, out to my car before the tears are unstoppable.

I'm crying...

I'm crying?

The last time I ever cried was when I was seven and my sister pushed me down the stairs, causing me to break my arm. Wow, this is a weird feeling. I wonder if this is how all of the girls before Ali felt when I'd never call them after we hooked up. I wonder if all those one nights stands that I might have seen twice if they were really good felt when I told them I wanted nothing to do with them except a good time every once in a while.

God, I'm an awful person, and I'm realizing now that Ali's harsh attitude could barely be considered Karma. I needed to fix this.. I needed to show Ali that it's different. She's different, we're different.

I quickly wipe away my tears and jump out of my car, running back to Ali's door before my adrenaline runs out. I don't even bother knocking before I twist the nob and furiously run up the stairs. My face is set in a determined scowl as I stomp into her room, Ali turning as she hears me with wide eyes.

“Harry I said to-”

“Shut the fuck up.” I growl and forcefully press my lips to hers. I wasn't letting this moment escape me, I needed her to see that I was hers now.

Weirdly enough, she kisses me back passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck before she jumps and wrap her legs around my waist. I catch her, my large hands placed firmly on her bum as I press her between me and the wall. I needed this moment to boost my confidence for the yelling and fucked up shit I'd have to face later.

The kiss deepens quickly, every part of her melting into me the way she has so many times before. She was relaxing. The kiss was messy and urgent but neither of us seemed to care. I prayed she wouldn't stop this moment, that she wanted this as much as I did, because I'm one hundred percent positive if she pushed me away this time I wouldn't be able to handle my emotions.

Ali's POV.

Too many things are going through my head right now. Any strength I had left to resist Harry was gone when he came back after I was so cruel to him. Nobody deserves the feeling Harry must've had after I told him off. The fact that he came back not only surprising me, but also causing the never ending butterflies to erupt in my stomach. When his lips pressed to mine, I knew I was done for.

I love him. I love him so much, and to say straight to his face that I didn't was the hardest, worst lie I've ever had to tell someone.

I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted to feel his body against mine under the sheets as we kissed in the dark. Obviously, my conscious had gone out the window.

“Harry..” I mumbled, pulling away and grabbing his perfect face in my hands gently, meeting his eyes. He looked worried more than anything, and I wanted nothing more than to smooth away all of his frown lines and give in, but I knew that wouldn't be right.

“Please don't get mad at me again.” He mutters quickly, looking all over my face to see if he could sense any anger, he wasn't going to find anything.

“I'm not. I just-” I stopped as his lips inched towards mine again. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. The perfect shape that molded against mine so extraordinarily, the pink they are before I kiss them, and the rosy red they turn from our rough affection.

“You just..?” Harry presses quietly, his expression seemed defeated and my heart ached to make it better.

So that's what I did.