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

"You're Wasted."

(I, in no way, shape, or form, believe a disorder defines any person individually. This story is plain fiction, and is not meant to be perceived in another matter. -Ann)

J A N I S S A

I was lead upstairs by Harry, his hand in mine. The familiar fire rose inside of me, as it always did when his skin touched my own. I couldn't keep my thoughts at a normal pace, and most definitely couldn't walk a straight line at this point.

"Will you stop tripping!" He laughed, grabbing hold of my waist as I was on my way down. Harry continued to hold me as we made or way up the long flight of stairs. His hand didn't leave my waist, repeatedly sending waves of heat through my body. "Almost there." He whispers as I stubble forward.

H A R R Y

After trying to keep her balanced for the better part of our small journey, I finally gave up, and ended up just throwing her over my shoulder. Janissa, being to wasted to care, did not protest, nor struggle in my grip.

When we finally made it to the bathroom, I made sure to carefully place her frail body on the floor, her back against the wall. I turned the water on in the shower, and waited for it to become warm before I made her get in. Janissa rested her head against the wall, her caramel eyes looking up at me.

"What?" I choke out, trying not to let on how beautiful she would look around me. Her lips pulled back into a smile.

"I was just thinking how badly I want to blow you right now." She whispered, leaning forward to press herself against me. It took all I had to push her hands away from my belt as she tried to undo it.

"You're wasted." I swallow, watching her bring herself to her feet. Her body sways, mine instantly pressing against hers to keep her balance. Her breath was hot against my neck as her head fell onto my shoulder. The mirrors began to fog, queuing the the water was hot enough.

"Harry, just fuck me." He voice was a whine, and my pants were getting tighter. Soft lips were placed on my neck, kisses lowing down by her intoxicated state. Her hands reached the hem of my shirt, erging me to remove it; I did. Her shirt, and pants were discarded onto the floor, along with my own, creating a pile next to the door. Janissa attempted to kiss me, but I turned my face, her lips meeting my cheek. "Are you going to make me beg, Daddy?"

"Get in the fucking shower." I said through clenched teeth. I don't know how the fuck I am controlling myself with Janissa half-naked in front of me, and the words escaping her mouth. I guide her into the shower, her make-up running as the water hit her face. The white lace set complementing her body stays murky under the moisture, and for that I am grateful. There is no telling how long I would have been able to hold out if they were sheered.

I bring my hand to her face, wiping the black smudge from her cheeks. My thumb runs over her lips, removing the pink gloss. Janissa opens her mouth, taking my thumb between her lips, her tongue running over it. My eyes close in frustration, metal becoming in-cased between my teeth.

"Janissa, you need to stop." I mutter, surprised at how stern my voice sounded. Janissa popped me from her mouth, leaning in to place a kiss on my neck, and pulled herself to stand under the water. I reach for the shampoo, admiring the collection of scents she has. Her small hands hand me the watermelon, but I have held her enough to know she uses the strawberry. 

"Why won't you have sex with me?" She asks. She isn't trying to kiss me, nor attempting to get me to bend her over the counter. It was just a simple question, her eyes taking on a doll like feature.

"Because... We are not together." I answer, knowing damn well that wasn't the truth. I would honestly fuck Janissa even if she hated me, loved me, or even simply didn't know who the fuck I was. I respect her enough to not take advantage of her. All that bullshit aside, I didn't want to have sex with her until I knew, set in stone, that I didn't fuck Chloe.

"You slept with her." She whispered, allowing me to turn her body enought to rinse her hair of the shampoo. She didn't have to explain for me to know who she was talking about.

"I'm not sure I actually slept with her." I whisper, only explaining because I know she will not remember this in the morning. I've been touched my the same devil that runs through her veins. She's lucky she even remember her own name.

"Why did you leave me?" Janissa's voice was low as she stepped towards me. Her body was pressed against mine in a completely different way then it had been before. She was softer, smaller as she nuzzled into my neck. 

"Because you deserve so much better than a stupid drunk."

"You're not a drunk, Harry. You're just hurting." She explains. I couldn't have this conversation with her right now, so I finish washing her, and guide her out of the shower.

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J A N I S S A

The sun shines through the curtains, robbing me of my sleep. My head is pounding, and I can't remember how I ended up in bed. The last thing I remember is coming how with Louis, and having a few shots. We were laughing, and then nothing. The other side of the bed is still warm, curiosity getting the best of me. With a pounding headache, I wrap the duvet around me, and make my way downstairs. I can still smell the bleach as I walk through the living room, but I choose to ignore it.

When I enter the kitchen, all of the dirty dishes that had been in the sink last night were gone. The broken poison bottle that had shattered across the floor last nigh, clean. And on the table, a large metal covered dish sat occupied, a small note beside it. Uncovering the metal, a large plate of eggs, toast, and fries was sat, neatly arranged. A tall glass of juice stood beside.

Eat the toast first, then take the pills, trust me.

xx

(I know this is short, but "I'm tired, and it's winter". No, but I am really not feeling well, and I hope you enjoy. (; )