Her Highness h.s

Chapter 36(Heart-Stopping)

WARNING, this chapter contains a little bit sexual content sooo.....

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Songs for this chapter:

Summertime sadness - Lana Del Rey

Drunk in love - Beyoncé

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"Let go of me," I try to jerk away from Harry's tight grip around me, his eyes radiating the club.

"I don't need your jacket either," I add, feeling hot having his thick, leather jacket on. He put it on me, because apperantly I can't show my bra in a bar. Maybe, it was a bad idea but I don't really care.

"Well, maybe you should've thought about that before stripping down in front of over 50 people, who were drooling all over you." He spits, avoiding my brown eyes as he keeps on dragging me.

He pulls me through the thorn of sweaty bodies, across the colourful dance floor. One arm curled up on my waist, another moving dancing people from our way.

I'm more than relieved when we step outside, breathing some fresh air to my lunges eases my headache a little bit.

We walk through the dark, the pale moon light and the citylights adding little contrast to the darkness.My feet gets stuck on something and there fore I lose my balance, knees hitting on the solid ground. I try to get up but my body won't move, being intoxicated doesn't really help at all. I feel Harry's large hands taking a hold of me, gently lifting me bridal style. I don't even have the energy to prevent him from doing so. Somehow deep down inside, I know that his warm touch is what I desperately yearn for.

"We're are we going?" I ask, my head slightly spinning.

"I'm taking you home." He simply utters, not looking at me at all.

"No. I don't want to go home. If you're taking me home then I'm not coming." I annoyingly whine, not wanting to go home. I can't imagine the disaster they have caused in home, since I've been away the whole day. And, I didn't even tell them where I was going.

I feel a raindrop on my nose, looking up to see how the sky is filled with with grey clouds. Oh, not now, please. It's kinda weird, how it somehow almost always starts to rain when I'm with Harry. I still have my dislike for rain somewhere inside of me. They say a flower can't grow without a little rain, but it is also true that too much rain can kill the precious flower.

Despite knowing all of this, Harry being my rain, and I, not caring if it affects me deeply, is what eventually going to kill me.

The worst part is I can't decide if it's a choice, my inner voice, which craves for him, being stronger than my pride and sanity.

"Then we're going to my home." He states, and I don't argue. He stops a yellow cab, putting me into the backseat. He surprises me by sitting next to me, I carefully study his defined jawline and almost ask why he didn't come with his car, but decide againts it.

Harry tells the taxi driver the adress, weakly smiling as the car starts moving.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispers, while he places his hand on my knee, instantly a rush of feelings run through my whole aching body.

I nod slowly, my chest rising and falling rapidly. We both sit in silence, only the sound of the radio filling the car. The ride seems awfully long, making me think that maybe this is just the work of my imagination. Maybe, this all is a dream and Harry isn't really here.

I'm scared that if I blink, he'll disappear, leaving me all alone with my dark thoughts.

Why would he be here after all that happened?