Torn (harry styles)

79- Relief

*thank you so much, I won't let you down this time.* Harry replies to my message.

Yes, it's all settled. I've just agreed to allow Harry back into my life, and I know it's going to be overwhelming, but I'm sort of relieved.

*i don't think we should be discussing this over text..* I tell him honestly, we really shouldn't be.

*you're right. Wait there*

My heart speeds up even faster when I realise he's probably on his way over. I hold my phone tightly in my hands and tiptoe downstairs. It's 10pm and the house is quiet, I'm guessing mum went to sleep.

I pop my head into her room and see her lying limply in bed, her small fame rising and falling as she breathes.

I sigh with sadness of what I've become, a lying broken girl who's sneaking boys into the house when her mother is asleep.

I know Harry well enough to know that he's unlikely to just knock on the door at this time of night, so I slip on some slippers and head out into the dark crisp night.

As expected, he's standing just outside my house, his dark clothing blending into the night, his tall muscular frame leans against a post box outside my house, and his car is parked just behind him.

"Good evening." He smiles lazily, the street lights dimly lighting his features and highlighting his forehead nose and cheeks, meanwhile the deep crevices of his dimples remain shadowy and black.

"Hello." I sigh, my bones feeling light and my spirit free at the mere sight of him.

"Everything... okay?" He says at a low raspy volume, taking a step towards me.

My heart beats quickly, threatening to come throbbing out of my tight chest.

Every inch of me just aches to reach out and through myself into his arms.

"Yeah, how about you?" I say quietly.

"All better now." He gives me a lopsided smile which makes my heart do flips.

"Good."

"So, are we just gonna stand out here or are you going to invite me in?" He says, his English accent prominent and sexy.

"Do you want to come inside?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I'll come inside." He smirks, this time I actually understand his dirty word play. My cheeks heat, I hope he doesn't think I'm only inviting him in so we can have sex, we actually have things to talk about.

I lead him inside, gesturing for him to be quiet because my mum's sleeping.
"Yeah I know the drill." He softly jokes as we tread lightly upstairs and into my bedroom. Once there, Harry doesn't hesitate to take a seat on my bed.

I wonder slowly over to take a seat next to him, but I am suddenly taken back by him grabbing my waist and pulling me into his lap.

I begin to gasp, but am silence by his hot wet lips attaching on to mine.

They move passionately against my mouth and I grant him entry to slip is tongue in too.

My whole body reacts to his in the most amazing way ever, my skin tingles with his touch and my blood is spiked with relief and adrenaline. My heart beats heavily and my brain clouds with love and passion for this amazing guy beneath me.

I moan gently, the feeling of his lips on acting like a painkiller, the mourn and dull achy feeling that id felt before, due to his absence. Is now being cured by his touch, his affection, his love.