Psychotic ✖️ h.s.

Coming Soon. (Preview)

"You know, sometimes I wish I could just read your thoughts." I whispered as he let go of my hands.

"If you could read my thoughts, you'd be terrified." His voice was low and raspy.

"Harry, all you have to do is open up and tell me how you feel." I whispered.

"I can't, you'll run away like everyone else in my life." He said looking up and for the first time since I met Harry I saw something in those emerald eyes of his, sadness.

"Harry, I've been here in this apartment with you for three months and I haven't ran away or made any attempts at running away." I said he looked down.

I sat next to him and took his face in my hands and he started to lean in. He stopped and looked into my eyes and I pressed my lips to his. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and he pulled me closer. His kiss held so many emotions. Lust, passion, want, desire, need.

"Tell me what you want, Harry." I said pulling away.

"You, I want you." He whispered.