Dangerously {h.s.}

Seven

I didn't want to approach him or even talk to him, but I knew I had to. I walk right behind him, slowly and quietly. I take my small hand and reach out to his shoulder, before I quickly ripped it away because of how nervous I was.

I finally got enough courage to just do it because why would he get mad over me tapping his arm. So I reached out yet again and didn't pull away this time. I gently tapped his broad shoulder and he turned his head to meet my eyes. I felt scared again. Great!

"Br-breakfast is r-r-ready." I stutter out as he nodded his head and stood up. I sped over to the other side of the dining table. I quickly sat down as Harry walked around the gray couch, which looked way more comfortable than the one I slept on last night. Harry walked to where the other plate was and sat down.

"So I see you got my note." He smiled from across the table.

"Oh, umm, yes I did." I said softly. Harry laughed and shoved some scrambled eggs in his mouth.

After he swallowed his food, he spoke again. "Why are you sitting so far away, Autumn?" He questions, tilting his head.

"Do you want me to sit closer?" I asked nervously as he sat there casually eating food while I was over her like a mess.

"Yes!" He nodded his head while he answered in a kind of excited but strict voice. I grab my plate and sit in the chair next to him, on the left. He still ate his eggs with his right arm with the fork in hand as the left one was splattered in front of my plate. Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. I ignored Harry's ignorance and kept eating my food while keeping my eyes on my plate.

I couldn't ignore it when he started to chuckle lowly. "What?" I ask him as he continued to laugh.

He wouldn't stop laughing now. It was quite annoying actually. "Oh nothing." He paused to continue chuckling. "It's just I choked you so hard last night that it left marks on your neck. To be honest, I thought I would've killed you if I kept going." He laughed continuously after that. My plate was still full, but I was so mad that I got up and walked over to the trash can and dumped everything out. I rinsed off my plate and left it in the sink and walked back up the stairs to my room. I knew that Harry was watching me the whole time with wide eyes.

Once I reached the bathroom, I slammed the door shut and faced the mirror. I looked at my neck and saw how purple it was. I remembered last night and was pissed. I want to punch this guy so much! He's a horrible human! I quickly grab my foundation which was on the counter and put two squirts of it on a crappy eyeshadow palette I have. I take my beauty blender run it under the water before rinsing it. I dabbed it in the foundation. I was a second away from putting it over my first mark, but the door swung open, hitting the wall behind it.

In came a vicious Harry. "What the fuck do you think your doing! One, why are you hiding the fact that someone strangled you and you survived? You should be proud! Two, you are supposed to be downstairs, eating breakfast with me until I am finished! So I don't know what the fuck you are doing!" Harry yelled as he used his pointer finger to point at me and walked closer and closer.

He was eventually inches from me and whispered in my ear. "You didn't follow rules, so you know what the means! Punishment." He said. It took me a minute to realize what he just said, but before I knew it, his lips were on mine and he placed me so my butt was on the ledge of the counter. I tried to push the fucking sociopath off of me but he didn't even move. I pushed him with all my strength but it didn't affect him at all because he was still grabbing me closer to him and kissing me forcefully. After my lost battle, i gave up.

His lips were smooth and I felt butterflies fly around my stomach as he desperately deepened the kiss roughening it and placing his hands on my hips. I knew it was wrong, but I had to kiss him back. I liked it, but I won't admit it because once you put this into perspective, he's forcing himself onto me and once I get out of this house, I could use it against him as sexual assault in court.

I placed my wrists on his shoulders and ran my hands through his dark, curly hair. He placed his right hand on my neck gently and grabbed it tighter and tighter as we kissed. It wasn't to the point where it hurt, but more of a sexual way. He moved his hands onto the back of my neck and down my back to where my hair ended. He grabbed the ends of my hair and my hair so my head would turn, while he grabbed my hips and turned my around so that my back was rubbing his torso. Harry placed my hair on my left shoulder, leaving the whole right side of my neck exposed.

Harry grabbed my chin and forced my head left as he began to kiss me again. This time, it was more lustful, I could tell by the way he moved his lips. He moved his mouth from my lips and kissed down my jawline. I shivered as his lips were pressed down on my jaw. He left my jaw and moved down to my neck. He kissed softly on it but got more and more aggressive as he tried to find the spot. He ran over a spot with his lips and my back flinched and pressed out from his torso. My butt was now on his crotch and i felt what was in his pants. Holy shit! If that was his crotch, than it was huge.

Harry knew where the spot was and went back to it and kissed it passionately before sucking on it. I bit my lip before I moaned, I didn't want harry to know the affect he had on me. I held it in as long as I could, but he started to nibble on it and I couldn't anymore. "Harry." I moaned as I could feel the smirk he formed on his face.

Once I moaned, I thought it would get more heated, but Harry pulled away. Now I knew what he was doing. He was teasing me. This bitch was teasing me and once he got what he wanted, he pulled away. He stood in front of me with a smirk and walked to the open door. I was mad and I wanted to say something to make him upset or mad too. So I said the only thing I could think of.

"I want to go back home to Calum!" I said in a meaner voice than I planned to. Harry stopped and turned his head slightly. Next thing he said was said in the most monotone I've ever heard in my life, like there was no souls inside of his body.

He left me curious and walked out of the door with no explanation. I remember the words.

"If only you knew who he actually is."