Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 28

Songs for this chap:

Perfect Two - Auburn 

If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys

Make You Feel My Love - Rachel Berry (I like this version better :P )

Warning: if you are uncomfortable with dirty scenes, bare with me ;) I'd rather not skip if I want Haylor feels and a good continuation of the next chapter :D 

BUT THE LAST PART IS IMPORTANT SO PLEASE READ IT. 

"Harry, we're running out of groceries!" I shout to make my voice project into the living; where Harry is in.

No reply. I drop the knife from my hands and lay it on the kitchen counter. I head to the couch and his warm era greets me making me smile. He's resting, eyes resting upon me.

I grab the keys and decide to do the groceries myself.

"I'll do it myself, don't worry, go back to sleep," I say to him calmly leaning down to make his soft lips meet my flushed cheeks.

He must've had a hard day yesterday, but I know that I did. Andrew said that he knew that Jake was going to be there, so he called off all the paps and said that we'll be somewhere else, but he didn't call me in time to get rid of the awful encounter.

Well- yesterday is yesterday.

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Harry's POV

I woke up to the knock on the door, must be her. I lazily open the door expecting a 'what do you want for dinner' from Taylor, but instead, it's her. The dark blonde locks hang from her shoulder and her unsettling blue eyes shot up at me, her lips forming a curvy smirk. She's back.

"Go away," I say to Emma who is dumbfounded standing in front of my door

"No listen to me!" She says and steps in the house and grabs the sleeve of my plaid shirt.

Without thinking, I shove her back, hard and she falls to the ground.

"How dare you hurt her that night, Em," I growl, these words are only half of my anger.

"Listen, Harold." She says getting up from the floor and smoothing her skirt.

"You can be happier me, it's better than dating some slu-"

"Okay, number one, she's not a slut, and number two, fuck you," I push her.

"Ugh, you probably know that deep down inside, you're in love with me anyways." She snaps and moves to the kitchen. 

Emma grabs a bottle of wine from the cabinet like she's been here a thousand times- well she has when we were dating. 

She pours the crimson red substance in a wine glass and grabs the stem, tipping the shiny glass to pour it into her red lipstick-covered lips, devouring the liquid.

After downing the drink and putting the glass down the dishwasher, she comes over to me and lays her cold fingers on my lips, tracing the lines. She is now straddling me.

"We can be the 'hot hollywood' couple together, Harry, you can fuck me every night like you always do, I knew I always had you first," 

Before I can respond, her lips crash into mine and I feel the pressure on her body as she presses against me.

The taste of wine fills my mouth causing me to gag at the long-time-no-taste taste. But before I can comprehend what is going on at the moment, Emma takes my lips in hers once again and my mind left my body. Nothing is in control and before I know it, I am lifting her to the bedroom, our lips still connected. The familiar feeling coming back, the old feeling, the one before Taylor. But no chills, no feelings, this means nothing.