Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"Go Home, Harry."

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H A R R Y

My body was overwhelmed with anger, and I wanted nothing more to watch the bastard on the floor bleed out. Janissa had left after I had acted upon my anger, big suprise. I was hell bent on following her to her house, and talking to her about why the hell his hands were all over her. Liam tried to talk me out of it, telling me if I gave her space, then she would eventually come back, but he didn't know her like I did. He didn't know about her insecurity with Chloe, and how I had "acted upon my old feelings".

When I stood outside of her house, all of her lights were off, except one. Her bathroom. I thought nothing of it until her bedroom, and kitchen light both turned on simultaneously. She wasn't alone. Before I could stop myself, I was banging on her door, standing in the cold night air. As I waited for the door to open, I contemplated just leaving, not really wanting to see her face, but that would have been a lie. I can lie to myself and say how Janissa is a whore, and I never want to see her again, but it's not true. The only person she has trusted herself to had turned around and broke her heart.

The door in-front of me swung open, Janissa standing in the doorway. She changed from what she wore to the club, and was now in one of those workout bra things, and small black shorts. Her hair was wet, telling me she was recently in the shower, which explained the bathroom light. Her eyes met mine, but there was no emotion in them. Not hate, love, there wasn't anything other than hurt. Her lip was held captive between her teeth as her eyes dropped, a single tear falling. She quickly wiped it away.

"What are you doing answering the door like that?" I questioned, staring her up and down. So much of her was exposed to anyone who would have been at the door. Her chest rose with a false laugh while she shook her head. "I could have been anyon-"

"What do you want, Harry?" She asked, interrupting me. Honestly, there was no reason that I was here, I just wanted to see her.

"Can I come in?"

"I think it's best you didn't." Ouch. I heard her fridge door open, Janissa closing the door a bit more, blocking my view of the kitchen.

"Who's here?" I question, trying my best to see around her, without physically removing the door from my line of sight.

"Go home, Harry."

J A N I S S A

He pushed through me, not roughly, but forcefully, entering the house. There was honestly no point in telling him to leave, or for shouting at him to get out, because we all know he wouldn't listen. Because he is Harry Styles, he does things for his own benefit without caring who gets hurt. 

Closing the door behind his unwelcoming presence, I followed him into the kitchen, watching his interaction with Louis, carefully. His eyes went wide for a second, neither one of them violently acknowledging each others presence.

"I'll be upstairs." Louis breathed, walking past Harry to place a kiss on my cheek. I turned to watch his shirtless body escalate the stairs, and disappear behind the lower level wall. When I turned my attention back to Harry, his hands were fisted at his side, his body tense. My eyes met his, and I watched as he relax, taking a few steps towards me. I felt his hand on my cheek as he wiped a piece of hair away from my face. He didn't say anything, he only advanced towards me. His hand not occupied by my hair slowly snaked its way to the small of my back, pressing my body against his.

Pull away...

I melted into his warmth, watching as he watched me. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breathing was strangely uneven. Harry's soft lips met my cheek, when he saw I didn't pull away, he began kissing his way down my neck.

H A R R Y

Her eyes were puffy, and red, but her skin was still as soft as it had been. Her cheeks were salty, telling me she had been crying before I came here. I did this to her, I am the reason she is so void, and empty. 

She hasn't moved away from me, telling me it was okay to keep kissing her. To keep touching her. My lips met the corner of her mouth, testing the waters. Janissa turned her head, her eyes meeting mine as my vision flickered to her lips.

"What do you want?" I question. She remained silent as she reached for my shirt. Placing her face in my hands, I crash my lips against hers, feeling the familiar feeling I had been craving. We make our way to the couch, her small frame underneath mine as I continue to feel her lips. She breaks the kiss for only a second to remove my shirt.

"I," She trails. Her lips meet mine again, the kiss feeling forced, and rushed.

"What? What do you want?" She pauses, her eyes never leaving mine as the words leave her mouth.

"Fuck me like you'd fuck Chloe." She whispered. Her words caught me by surprise. What was she talking about? Fuck, she thinks I fucked Chloe. Her hands traveled my torso, her soft fingertips tracing my abdomen as she stared in my eyes. There was no emotion in her face as she repeated the words.

"You're not Chloe." I tried to explain. A smile met her lips, hands still roaming. Janissa started playing with my belt. When I didn't respond, she sat up, placing her hand behind my neck, and touching our lips together. Her tongue invaded my mouth, allowing me to taste the familiar poison I had been drinking for the better part of my life. I pulled away from her as the taste settled in. "Have you been drinking?" I question, my eyes-brows furrowing. This wasn't like Janissa, she doesn't get wasted when she feels fucked up. She sits down, had a cup of tea, and talks to someone, usually me, about whats going on.

"Shhh..." She cooed, attempting to kiss me again. "Fuck me." She whispered against my lips. I untangled myself from her, reaching over her small body to find my shirt. As soon as I stood up, Janissa fell further into the couch. Brown eyes staring at me as she played with the button on her pants.

"Janissa..." I breathed, raking a hand through my hair. It's not that I don't want to fuck her, believe me I want to fuck her, but not while she's like this. I began pacing the floors trying to calm myself down, she's in this mood with that fucking guys upstairs. If I found out that he fucking touched her, i'll kick his fucking teeth in. Okay, I just need to calm down. 

"Harry," She whined, sitting up on the couch. Taking her hand, I pulled her from the couch gently, and led her upstairs. The whole situation is a mess, usually she is the one taking care of me when i'm wasted. "Where are we going?" She laughed, fuck her laugh.

"We're taking a shower, you smell of liquor." I explain.

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