Only Once [Bradley Simpson fanfiction]

Chapter 6 - Answers?

"What do you want to drink?" Harry asked, holding up a bottle of vodka and in the other hand a bottle of red wine.

"Vodka" I nod "just one though, but harry we have to talk." I said crossing my arms.

"Fine" he groans and goes to make the drinks. He comes back with two glass' of Vodka with lemon, he gives me mine and sits on the other lounge with the coffee table in-between us. I take a sip of my drink and put it on the table. Not making any eye contact with Harry but I can feel his eyes piercing a hole in the side of my head.

"Well are you going to say anything or are you going to just keep staring at me" I snapped rolling my eyes at him but he only smirked.

"I'm just thinking" his smile was growing bigger and bigger, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Of what I could do with you right now." he says taking a sip of his drink.

"Harry we have to talk, not have fucking sex" He just looks me up and down and licks his lips,

God he looks a hot when he does that.

Fuck, I've only just had one drink and and its starting to effect me, but it is making me feel better and I feel I can finally stand up to Harry for once.

"Well, when you look like that, how can I not think of fucking you." he responds

"Harry can you not, for fucks sake we broke up, this" I motion my hand between us, "you, me, we are not together anymore. You need to get that though you're fucking head." I half yell, waving my hands around.

"c'mon Sarah just get over it already and come back to me, you always do and besides if you really felt that way, you wouldn't have just had sex with me on the kitchen counter" he's right I do always come back to him, just look now I'm here, with him, I just slept with him on the fucking kitchen counter and now I'm having a drink with him.

"Ugh, you still don't get it Harry" I groan, I can't just get over this. "You FUCKING CHEATED ON ME, with some fucking whore." I yelled standing up.

"What about you, you slept with some guy you met at a party" he retorts.

What is he talking about?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I question, I never cheated on him.

"You know what I'm talking about" he yells back.

What?

"Harry I don't know what you're talking about."

"You slept with some guy at a party you went to with Katie" how the hell does he know that?

"H-how did you know?" I'm shocked how does he know?

"It doesn't matter how I know." this doesn't make sense. He knows that I slept with that guy.

"It does, Harry. How do you know?" He just looks at me with a big smirk on his face. "But we broke up when that happened." I pinch the bridge of my nose, and cross my arms.

"Oh but that's where your wrong, Sarah, we aren't broken up," he gets up and makes his way over to me. "Not until I say we are." his pupils dilate as he grabs my arms.

His eyes show anger and .. lust? I don't know what it is, I haven't seen it before.

He grabs my face in his large hands. "Harry what ar--" suddenly Harry's lips are on mine and I can't seem to pull away.

.........

I wake up sweating. Slowly opening my eyes to see Harry's head on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around my waist and our legs intertwined, light snoring coming from his slightly parted lips.