Affection | N.H

Chapter 16

("A dream is a wish your heart makes."- Cinderella)

Why on earth is he making sex noises? Like seriously, why? He kissed me last night. He made me feel all those things and now..

Suddenly, anger rages inside me and my hands push open the door of the cursed dorm. What lays in front on my eyes, takes me off guard.

Sophie sits on Niall's lap and moves her hips as Niall kisses her lips furiously.

The creaking noise of the door seems to alert them as they both pull back from each other's faces.

Niall's head slowly turns towards me as his eyes widen. He sits there still, balancing his body on both of his arms on the bed.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? You stalker?" Sophie smirks at me, continuing the movement with her hips on Niall's lap.

"I'm sorry. I think I interrupted something." I mutter in embarrassment.

"You fucking think? You fucking did you dumb." Sophie stands up on her feet and yells at me.

"Okay, okay, I am sorry." I say apologetically.

"Sophie can you ever keep your big mouth shut?" Niall rolls his eyes and joins Sophie in front of me.

Sophie snaps her head towards Niall. "You made me grind on you just a couple of minutes back, shut the fuck up before I tell the whole world what a fucking ugly body you have, Niall." Sophie spits, her voice filled with disgust.

Niall was right. They truly are with each other for sex. Otherwise, I don't witness any reason for them to be together.

"Pfft whatever." Niall rolls his eyes once again.

"By the way, did you have a condom? I really need to get my stress out. Tamira fuck off." Sophie shoos me away.

"My name is Tarisha." I correct her.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She says, her voice filled with sarcasm. "Do you fucking think I care whatever the hell your name is? Just go kill yourself." She continues and groans.

Niall stands ahead of me and stares. It seems like we are talking through our eyes. I have so many questions that are swimming around in my head. I have so many things to throw at his face. My mouth works against my brain. I turn on my heels and exit the room, slamming the door behind me.

I rush down the stairs and into the driveway.

"Whoa, watch out young lady." A thick British accent laughs at me as I almost fall over.

"T-Tarisha, are you crying?" Harry asks, worried. He is so much better than Niall.

I stare at Harry with my blurry eyes and finally, crash against his chest and wrap my arms around his body. He doesn't hesitate and tightens his grip around me. I am soon surrounded by his warmth and cologne.

But, his smell doesn't make me feel tingles on my skin and neither does his warmth bring goosebumps on my skin. All I need is a bit of care at the moment and that's what Harry is giving me. I will take it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asks softly, his chin on top of my head and his hands gripped protectively around my tiny body.

I shake my head as no against the hard muscles on his chest. I pull all my scattered pieces together and take myself away from Harry's touch. His hands slide into his pockets and his shoulders stay raised in tension.

I stare at the ground while I feel Harry's eyes on me. "Do you want to come to a party with me that is on tonight?" He dares to ask.

I am still raging with anger inside and I feel like I have been pushed into a sea of grief. The way Niall kissed me last night, the way he pushed strands of hair behind my ear..