Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 31 - Drugs

-LILAH POV-

"Harry, please" I whisper in a way of getting him to stop. I think I'm going to be here longer than I intended. I turn around to face him and his eyes are piercing into mine. He takes a step back though and walks over to sit on the bed with his elbows on his knees. He rubs his eyes before lying down on the matress so his legs are dangling off it.

"You're really nice, you know that?" he says. I go over and stand just in front on him. 

"Harry, you're drunk" a lot more than I thought he was. "Are you gonna sit up or what?" I'm slightly annoyed by how he phoned me at 2 in the morning to come over for nothing. I wait to see if he answers my question. "Fine I'm going to leave, this is ridiculous, I can't believe I even came"

"No, no, please" he interjects "I really do want you here, just lie down here by my side" he pats the sheets next to him.

"Harry, no. Just tell me what you want or I'm leaving" 

"Fucking hell Lilah, can't you understand I just want you here?" he sits up completely " I have an entire list of contacts yet I decided to call you. Yes, I'm drunk and maybe calling you so late wasn't the best idea but there's nights like this where I feel like... shit I don't even know, but I was hoping maybe you'd help" some of his words are a little slurred and his eyebrows are pulled together in the most honest expression.

"I'm not your therapist" I cross my arms. It's true, I'm not here to "help" anyone. My words seem to snap something in him and brings himself to his feet, towering over me. The way he jumped up slightly scared me, I didn't even mean for it to hurt him or cross him but now that he's listening I'm going to use it to my advantage, see how he likes it.

"Don't you ever..." he trails off. He doesn't raise his voice but the threat is still there. Now his eyes are piercing into mine in a different way, an angry way. 

"Oh what? You can't handle the truth? You can't handle the fact that you're flawed? I can see right through you, Harry" 

"You don't know shit about me, princess" he says through his teeth.

"Oh yeah? Well neither do y-" before I can finish my sentence, Harry pulls me to him by my waist and kisses me. My thoughts are quickly clouded and all my common sense and logical thinking goes out the window as his hands move down to my hips. This is wrong, how do we go from on the verge of screaming at each other to this? I consider pulling away but I don't.

The atmosphere between us swiftly heats up and I lace my fingers in his brown locks as he lifts me up by my thighs and wraps them around his waist. He moves us so my back is leaning against his black bedroom door. I decide to take control and leave a trail of kisses down his neck. Harry moans as I bite the soft skin and move up to his jaw, I wrap my legs tighter around him. God, it's so hot.

I feel his hands cup my face, making me look up at him. He brings his lips to mine again and I open my mouth, letting his tongue run along mine. I don't hesistate to do the same. I feel his finger tips at the hem of my shirt so I lift my arms and allow him to pull it over my head. I'm not wearing a bra.

"Fuck" he says breathlessly, I hadn't realised I am too. But I don't feel shy. I immediately go back to kissing his mouth, both of my hands on either side of his face. I feel the bulge forming in his boxers. He carries me to his bed and lays me down. He tries to stand up but I don't let him by tightening my grip around his waist again. He smirks at me and kisses me, but this time ever so softly.

All of the sudden I hear the sound of a door closing. We both stop and I hear the sound of keys.

"Harry?" Louis' voice sounds through the apartment. I sit up and cover my chest. "Harry?" he calls again, even louder this time. I don't take long to remove myself from Harry's arms and quickly run over to grab my shirt from the floor, when I shrug it on I see that he's put grey sweats on. Louis breaks the whole definition of privacy and walks right in.