“I’m disappointed. I really am.” Harry said.
"Why haven’t you broken up with me yet?"
"Because it was a drunken mistake, yours for that matter." He replied, playing with your fingers.
Flashback
The taste of his lips distracted you, as his fingers chased yours, leading him to where your feebleness vibrated. You’re drunk, intoxicated, and stoned. Your vision clouded as soon as his movements improved. You remain relaxed, all the pain gradually fading away.
The room was dark and his motives were treacherous in the gloom.
He hummed a lullaby every once in a while, maddening you. You clenched your fist, delaying your ride and leisurely crashing onto the mattress. The stranger captured your waist, still in contact with your skin, and deliberately overpowered your moral sense.
The room dimmed as the stranger nibbled your neck before leaning down to graze his lips at the space between your breasts. You became weak, still, and speechless.
"Beautiful … . " He said, carresing your vulva. "Does your boyfriend ever pleasure you like this?"
"No." You managed to get a word out.
"Not ever?"
"Not ever."
You scan the room and noticed a black shadow lingering behind the entrance door. The minute the shadow emerged from the gloom, you abruptly stopped. Dead in his tracks, Harry gave you a precarious glare before seizing your wrist and yanking you forcefully towards him.
"THE HELL IS GOING (Y/N)?!" Harry blared, bringing you back to reality.
"I-I can explain." You said, still intoxicated.
"Fine! Explain to me how or why you have a complete stranger fucking you in our flat on our bed! FUCK, (Y/N)! DO YOU EVER LEARN? Oh yeah. You learned how to sneak off in the middle of the night, brought in a complete stranger to our house, and have him fuck you not once but twice."
"If you just let me explain, maybe this whole thing would easily be finished ."
"What’s wrong, (Y/L/N)? Aren’t you afraid that I might be right? Oh wait, I am right."
"Harry, please stop." You pleaded, the whole room beginning to rotate around you.
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"You even told him I haven’t given you what you wanted."
"I know I shouldn’t have."
"Then why did you?" There was no escaping him now. He was angry, perfectly angry, maddening you whenever his eyes would ignore yours and his lips would assemble a frown. "Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve given you what you wanted."
From time to time, he would fondle your fingers and lovingly kiss your jaw and suddenly he would stand up and yell at your face. It drives you mad.
"And what might that be?"
"Everything, (Y/N). Everything. Pleasure, affection, love, your hand in marriage … "
You floated, wandering in a coma. He spoke every word with care and devotion. He clutched your hand, kissed it, and granted you his jacket due to the cold and frozen air.
"I’m sorry." The minute his eyes locked on yours, you immediately avoided him and stared at the opposite direction.
"You’re right, (Y/N). I haven’t given you what you wanted, but I’d sacrifice everything to give you what you deserve.” Harry avoided your whole existence before departing the room without taking a glimpse back.
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FanfictionI saw a lot of these on other sites and Quotev and I decided to add them for Wattpad readers :) some are from tumblr or quotev and other sites aswell (NOT ALL MINE!!!!!!!) I try to write as much as I can but I have school and home so sometime I wi...
