Again

Chapter 27.

The warmth disappears almost immediately and I am forced to open my eyes. Harry's sitting back in his previous place, a resigned expression darkening his features. Shit, shit, shit! For a moment I thought that he would get angry with me, yell even. But instead he looks out of the window behind me. It calms me to know that this doesn't get him angry, although he does seem tensed. But either way, I would always prefer him being calm than being angry and saying or calling me things he might later regret.

"How long do you know Finn?"

I didn't have to think long. "Almost my whole life. Why?"

"And did he tell you how he and I were friends ones?" he asks, with a serious expression. My jaw drops my thoughts running wild. While I try to sort these thoughts out I look at Harry whose expression has not changed. Since I found out about Niall living with Finn, I did expect some more things coming out that I didn't know about. I know that they have history, but I just can't understand why Finn never even mentioned me that my neighbor was actually a friend of his. What went wrong that he refuses to tell me now? Even after I asked him so many times? Again, I am questioning the person I thought I knew very well.

"We met at a party and had the same group of friends. But I do not really have someone that I call a close friend of mine so I didn't really cared what happened with him. And I still don't care what he does as long as he minds his own business."

I huff trying to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. "Stop acting like you do not care about anything. I'm not buying it."

"I'm not here to share my life story with you," he suddenly snaps. He has worse mood changes than a girl. I flinch at his sudden outburst. Something behind his eyes flash as he sees my reaction. Emotions I cannot quiet reach to read and understand. "I don't fucking understand why you bother me with shit like this. Just ask Finn if you're so fucking curious. He's the one who actually stands being your friend."

I scoff. Who does he think he is talking to me like this?! He is the one who tries to build a friendship with me. What changed now? "I would, but sadly enough he isn't my friend anymore."

He scoffs. "And that's why you came running to me or what? Are you so desperate, Amelia?"

That's it. One moment he's sweet and the next he's rude. I can't keep up with him, I don't know how to feel. My hand is literally itching but I try to maintain control and not slap him. "You now what? I don't want to be friends with you! You are so self-centered, trying so hard not to blend in and don't care. Funny, how the person that actually claims to not care about what other people think, is the most judgmental person I've ever met in my life!"

I climb out of the car, careful to not make a mess of the leftover food. Sunbeams shine into my face, passengers happily walking down the streets in a light mood. The smell of nature, leafs and summer is swinging in the air. "Where are you going?"

Harry gets out as well, leaving the door to his side of the car open. Peoples head almost automatically turn our way, and I stop in my tracks. "Come back!" he demands. I turn around.

"I do not take demands from you!"

He looks down, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," he sighs. "But what do you want to do now? You came here with me, how are you gonna go back?"

I wish so badly he wouldn't be right. But he is, I don't have a choice and as I turn around, I can't help but notice a little spark enlightening his forest green eyes. He reaches his hand out to me, but I ignore it, climbing into the car myself. I cross my hands over my chest as Harry gets next to me. His scent rushes to me, making me dizzy and I close my eyes. I can feel his hand on my thigh rubbing lazy circles with his fingertips. He waits a few seconds to make sure it's okay. I open my eyes for a moment. "Your eyes are as green as mine," he whispers, his voice deep and husky. Waves of electricity wash over me and I could swear that Harry shivered lightly as well. He looks deep into my eyes and I give him a light nod before closing my eyes again. His warm breath brushes over my décolleté and my breathing is caught in my throat. I don't feel anything expect for this man's hand that moves from my left knee up my inner thigh. I do not dare to open my eyes, I'm enjoying the simple feeling too much. He was snapping at me moments ago... What changed?

Suddenly, I feel his warm fingers tugging away my hair and his plump lips attack to the skin on my neck. It feels like fire enlightening my body, I'm the lighter to his gas. His other hand slides across my stomach and I immediately try to suck in. I'm not the skinniest person in my school. I try to be healthy, but I am still not like others. "Don't," Harry whispers, nipping at my earlobe. "It's nicer to grab something other than bones. Relax."

I do as he tells me, his words giving me more confident than I felt in a long time. His hand continues to move across my stomach, grabbing my sides and turning my body towards his. His other hand is still on my tight, moving up to my bum. He moves my leg over his so his hands reach their destination quicker. His lips still work on my neck, moving more south and down my collarbone. I can't hold myself as a moan escaped my lips. I throw my head back so he has more access. My hands capture his hair, and a quiet moan is released from the back of his throat. I surprise him and myself as I move away and look him into the eyes. He takes his lip ring between his teeth. Our noses almost touch and I can see his pupils dilate as he looks at my lips and back into my eyes. His thumb moves across my cheek in a gentle gesture and my mind shuts down completely. There are only my hormones left, as they take over my actions and I crash my lips against his.