addicts [h.s]

//three//

"so, how long have you been a sex addict?" I find myself asking before I can stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"pardon?" he turns around, glancing at me.

"you said you were a sex addict?" it comes out as a question.

"well, wouldn't you like to know?" he smirks.

"I'm just curious," I say, sounding offended.

"find out yourself," he bites his lip, licking his lips.

"no thanks," I laugh, getting up to go get my blanket in the closet. though, I am stopped by a strong grip around my wrist, pulling me back.

"it wasn't a question, darling," his breath is hot on my face.

I swallow hard before saying, "looks like I answered anyways,"

He let's out a low chuckle, pushing me back against a wall as his body presses against me.

"the moment I saw you, I wanted you," his raspy voice says into my ear.

"w-wanted me?"

"I'll show you what I mean, sweetheart," he smirks, leaning down, sucking on the skin under my ear.

stop.

I think, though the words don't reach my mouth.

stop.

He moves his hands up and under my shirt, and I find myself pushing him away.

he doesn't move.

"Harry, get off," I mumble, slapping his hands away from my stomach.

"get ready for the time of your life," he says, looking at me, his eyes a deep shade of green.

this isn't happen.

                           ●

I wake up, sitting up with a jolt. I look around the room, breathing heavily. I see Harry come over to me, squating so we're eye level.

"Emerson? Are you okay?" He moves a peice of hair out of my faced, causing me to flinch.

"don't touch me," I spat, moving away from him.

"what did I do?" he furrows his eyebrows, standing up.

"you know what you did," I wipe my sweat covered arms, shaking my head.

"Emerson, it was a dream. I didn't do anything, I promise," he reaches for my hand and I keep my hand still as he sets his on mine.

I stand up, grabbing clothes out kg my dresser.

"where are you going?" he asks, sitting on his bed.

"to take a shower," I plainly said, going into the bathroom.

I make sure to lock the door, before turning the water on and stripping. I take out a towel from a small bin under the sink, setting it on the sink and then going into the shower.

The warm water hits my back, soothing me instantly. I just need to forget about the stupid dream. I just wish I didn't live with a reminder.