Burn // h.s

Chapter 23

Within minutes our hands are desperately roaming eachothers bodies. I tug at Harry's hair, earning a low moan in return. With our lips still attached, the back of my knees hit the back of his bed and I lose my balance. Harry picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, causing me to break apart our kiss which he takes as an opportunity to leave steamy kisses up my neck.

I gasp for air as he continues to kiss up and down my neck. I rip off his flannel and throw it on the floor, leaving him in his tight jeans and a plain black tee. He places me down on the bed and lifts off his shirt. My eyes travel along his torso down to his lower abdomen, taking in every sight of his body and noticing the scattered tattoos he has on his skin. Without hesitation my fingers trace over the ink on his arms, causing him to smile.

Without anymore time to waste he takes off my shirt and throws it down to gather with his flannel and shirt. He climbs on top of me and attacks my lips once more. I break apart and kiss down his neck and chest. He breathes heavily as I work my way down his abdomen but I stop and continue kissing up his chest.

"I've wanted this for so long" he says with barely any breath and I can't help but overthink what he's talking about.

What is it that he even wants?

"Me too." I reply with no thought put into the answer. I place my hands on his face and tilt it towards mine in an attempt for him to kiss me more.

"No I mean it. All of it. I want us. You feel that?" He asks as he places my hand over his heart.

I gulp and rest my eyes on where my hand is placed.

So that's what he wants? Us? What even are we?

I decide to nod my head, knowing that anything I say at this moment would be wrong.

I kiss up his jaw but stop suddenly once his fingers trace over the spot.

The spot he gave me. Harry follows the line on my skin amd looks down as he does it.

"You have a scar here." he points out with a puzzled look on his face. I bite my tounge before I give in and tell him all my stories of how I got these scars.

"What happened Charlie?" he looks me straight in the eye.

I avoid his eyes and look down at his comforter. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in, "Char-"

"Just leave it Harry" I say harshly and shove at his arms.

My walls are emerging back from the couple minutes Harry seemed to knock them down. He managed to make me forget about my issues all while getting me down to my underwear.

'Charlie,hey what's wrong?" He tries to grab my arm but I'm already putting my shirt back on and heading towards the door.

"This isn't what it's supposed to be Harry. "

He stares at me with wide eyes. I turn back around and walk faster, but not fast enough apparently. Harry stands shirtless in front of the doorway completely blocking my way out.

"What are you trying to say then? There is no us? That is such bullshit Charlie and you know that!" his voice gradually getting louder.

"I'm saying that whatever you think was going to happen between us wasn't what I was thinking at all." I avoid his eyes but by the way he holds his body I can already tell he probably feels like he just got hit by a bus. Ouch.

"So what you were just gonna fuck me or something and the be done with me?" He says and I shudder at how bad he's making me sound but in a way I deserve every bad thing he's going to say about me.