“Express yourself.” Is the last thing he says before he picks me up and puts me on the pool table.
He looks me in the eyes and steps closer with every breath he takes. I stare at his chest, even though his shirt is still on. I can literally feel and smell his breath, minty, that’s how close he is right now.
He starts to lean in, and kisses me. His lips are really soft and it’s a nice soft kiss. I want to just stay like this forever, but obviously that can’t happen.
He deepens the kiss by pushing as close as he can get to me, and glides his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I let him in, and we immediately explore each other’s mouth.
Out of breath, Harry pulls away ever so slightly, and leans his forehead to mine. We sit there in silence as we comprehend what had just happened. I can’t believe Harry and I just kissed. Hell, we basically made out on a pool table. Wait, we did make out on a pool table.
“Lara….” Harry finally speaks, but trails off as he says my name.
“Yes?” I question him.
“What did we just do?” He leans back and looks straight into my eyes. I mean obviously we made out, and I guess confirmed our feelings for each other, but that may not be what Harry is thinking. By the look on his face, he may regret it. Great, was I bad? Do I have bad breath or something?
“We..We kissed.”
“More like made out.”
“Your point?” I ask.
“You’re getting too involved with me.” He says and backs away even more, but helps me off the pool table.
“You’re the one who brought me here, Harry.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen though.”
“Sure you didn’t.”
“Lara, I told you from the very beginning that I didn’t want you to get involved with my life. But yet you basically just have ever so slightly.”
“You kissed me. I didn’t do anything, but go along with it.” I fire back.
He walks by me, into the kitchen and yells on the top of his lungs.
He knocks the vase on the table, on to the ground. It shatters. Right when it falls and shatters, I slowly sit down on the floor and start to cry.
“Dammit, Lara, don’t cry.” Harry rushes over to me and sits next to me. He starts to rub the middle of my back, trying to get me to calm down.
“No Harry. You did this. There’s glass everywhere in the kitchen. We made out less than 10 minutes ago, and you already regret it.” When I said it, I wasn’t crying. But now, after I said it, I’m sobbing. Literally, I’m having troubles breathing.
“I’m sorry. Lara, I promise I don’t regret it. It’s just I don’t want to fall for you and then you get caught up in my life, as in get involved.”
“But, Harry, What the hell do you mean by ‘get involved’”
“With the bad things in my life.” He says calmly.
“Like what?”
“I can’t say.”
“Yes you can, Harry.”
“No I can’t.”
“Why?” I begin to say louder.
“Because I can’t! Why can’t you get that through you skull?!” Harry shouts back at me.
He gets up, and goes into his bedroom. I hear him scrambling and slamming drawers, trying to find something. Finally he comes out, throws an envelope at me, and walks right out the door, but puts a note on the table.
What has gotten into him?
I decide to just open the envelope.
Here it had $250 in cash and a phone number. I assume that’s Harrys number.
I slowly get up and walk into the kitchen, trying not to step on the glass, and get the note off the table.
The note reads:
“I’m sorry, but I have to go take care of something. I didn’t realize the time. Here’s $250 for food and whatever else you may need. Just try and stay in the house. I will be back in 2 days.
-Harry
Oh P.S that’s my phone number incase you need me or something.”
And that was all it said. But now my question is, what is this ‘something’ Harry has to take care of? And why is it going to take him 2 days? Also, why shouldn’t I leave the house?
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Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)
FanfictionLara Rufus doesn't have a lot of friends. Her sister and her always fight. There's really no civil conversations, so why not write? Lara starts writing letters to a random address, she thought in her head. Little did she know, it was a real place. W...
