the deal ~ h.s. (au)

30. Don't worry

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I roll my eyes at his arrogance, trying to find a possible reason for him having so much hate in his heart towards something as nice as love. I roll my eyes once more, but this time for me. He is right; what can I know about love since I myself haven't experienced anything like it yet. It might be as sweet and lovely as I believe, but it can also be as awful and not at all pleasing like Harry says. For what I know love might not even exist; maybe all is about respect and lust. Call me stubborn, but I refuse to believe that; I refuse to believe that love is so terrible.

Think about it. How could all the famous authors of many famous things describe love as something so beautiful, something made from the touch of angels, something that was given to us from heaven. But, maybe they are like Harry, finding their inspiration in naked women and a bottle of some alcohol.

"I know you're thinking about it, White," his soft British accent speaks, bringing me back from my thoughts. I glance at him, only seeing his smirk and I'm assuming he's quite proud of himself for making me doubt in one thing I've always had faith finding, "And I know that you, somewhere deep inside know I'm right," he adds, and I scoff. Yes, he did get to me and caused me to start doubting love, but unfortunate for him, I tend to be quite stubborn.

"No, you are wrong. And someday you'll realise that," I state right before I cross my arms. His chuckle roams the room right before he places his hand on my thigh. The heat in my body rises up, mixing with the alcohol that is still swimming in my blood, not as much as before but still, enough to make my mind go blank and hit me with the image of Harry's perfect body.

"No, you are wrong," he whispers as he leans closer to me and his hand starts travelling up my thigh, "If I'm wrong then, well fuck, you'd want to kiss me now because you love me, not because my touch brings lust in you," he whispers into my ear, making me close my eyes. He is right about that. I wish I could resist him, push him away, but how can I when every cell inside of me crumbles under his fingertips.

"One day Harry, you might fall in love with me and then you'll kiss me not because I'm irresistible, but because you'll love me," I whisper back as I turn my head to face him, just enough that our faces are a few inches apart. Harry starts laughing, right into my face, and this time it's not a pleasing laugh. Well, not as pleasing as it was before. This time, it's a mocking laugh and mixed with his smirk makes him look like the most handsome villain you'd ever meet.

"You're funny, White," he mutters in between his chuckles, only causing me to roll my eyes and sigh.

"Why? Is it so hard to imagine for someone like you to fall in love with me?" I ask through laughter while I wave around with my hands until they fall onto my lap. I hope it didn't made me sound desperate, which definitely wasn't my intention because with that I might give Harry something more to mock me with.

His chuckles get replaced by silence and after he doesn't say anything for about ten seconds, I turn my head over to look at him, finding him already staring at him with starry green eyes, "Actually, no. It isn't," he says and for a moment I thought he might be messing with me, but his expression stays serious as he continues to look into my eyes. I don't know why hearing him say something like that makes me share with him my smile, but it happens and without any intention, "But, don't worry, White. Like I said, I don't fuck with love," he adds before he fixes the ring on his finger.

I realised that ruining everything nice he says with a thought that is quite provoking and negative, is something he does very often. It's like something that comes in a package with him, along with his smirk and cocky attitude. I should find that extremely annoying, and usually I would, but right now for some strange reason, I ignore his attitude and this provoking sentences he spills. And the worst part is that I don't seem to mind. Not anymore at least.