Enmity ||Harry Styles||

Chapter 10

Mature content
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I helped Harry put the groceries into the trunk. It was quite obvious that he was still upset about that whole fiasco. He was practically seething. Harry does have a short fuse. The littlest things can make him explode.

The drive back to Harry's house was quiet. Not even the radio was on. All you could hear was our breathing. He's only calmed down some. He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel slightly.

I looked out the window and watched as the scenery passed by in a blur. My thoughts have seem to have caught up to me. I had managed to leave them behind, but now that the weekend is almost over, they've invaded my mind again. Most of my thoughts are of Harry and what he does. I'm no longer disgusted by his line of work. I just simply don't care anymore. Harry has...grown on me, per say.

With me enveloped in my own world, I hadn't noticed we were already at Harry's house. What pulled me out of my thoughts was the drivers seat door slamming. Harry was already at the trunk grabbing bags. I let out a sigh knowing that Harry is going to be closed off for the rest of the night.

I grabbed the remaining bags, excluding the six pack of Corona Extra. I hadn't noticed he picked it up. That's why the cashier asked for ID. It seems I'm not noticing a lot of things. The front door was left open. I walked to the kitchen and set them down. Harry had already put most of the food, that he carried in, away. He sure moves quickly.

"Harry your beer is still in the trunk." I told him. He walked out of the kitchen without a word.

Once again I sigh. Then I continue doing what Harry was doing - putting the food away. I could only put the refrigerated food away, for I didn't know which cabinet was for which.

Soon Harry was back in the kitchen. He was still quite silent, not daring to utter a sound, let alone word. After we finished with the food, Harry grabbed a beer before putting the rest in the fridge. I could tell he had calmed down. I watched Harry take gulps of his beer. Watching him intently. Watching how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

I but my lip, feeling that familiar desire for Harry. That familiar throb in my lower area. The desire was burning for him. I watched as Harry finished and set the empty bottle on the counter. Then he stalked over to me, slowly. My breathing picked up and the ache grew. When he finally reached me, we simply just stared I to each other's eyes. The lust was evident in Harry's eyes, and I know it was in mine also. Then in the blink of an eye Harry's mouth was on mine in an already heated kiss. The passion was there, so loud and clear.

Harry's hands gripped my waist - like always when we kissed - and mine were wrapped around his neck. All at once Harry had lifted so that my legs were around his waist. Harry then started to make his way up the stairs. I tore my mouth from his, going to his neck. I nipped and sucked making a love bite. You can't really call it a 'love bite', it isn't really live now is it? All that I've made on his neck is a hickey. These thoughts didn't stop my from moving to his shoulder.

Once we made it to his room, Harry pushed the door open. He laid me on the bed, his body immediately on top of mine. This time it was his mouth the was on my neck. A moan pushed through my lips. I felt Harry's hand slide into my shirt, trailing up my stomach until he had ahold on my breast. I moaned again when he squeezed gently.

Harry lifts his head from my neck. I'm surprised when a whimper leaves my mouth. I hadn't know how much I ached for him until now. Then Harry begins to lift my shirt up gently. I arch my back a little so he could lift it more, then over my head. I arch my back again, enough for him to be able to unhook my bra. His mouth is immediately on my breast, a nipple in his mouth. More moans continuously leave my mouth.