Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

11

One thing I hate about life is consequences. They always say to live the life you want. Move away, change your name, start a business. 

They never think about the aftermath.

The people you hurt, the opportunities you lose, the illogic behind spontaneity. 

Life cannot ever be enjoyed. If you do a bad thing, you have to face the consequences.

How much I wish that life wasn't like this. 

I did something bad, and now I have to deal with it.

I'm sitting on a couch while Harry paces furiously in front of me. I blankly stare at my arm, at the mark.

Harry doesn't say anything. He just keeps walking and pushing his hand through his hair. Every once in awhile, he'll look over at me. 

We sit like this for a while. Time's passing, but I can't tell.

Part of me knows that Harry is furious. I can tell by the way he's glaring at the ground. The other part of me doesn't care.

After much time, he plops down on this bed with a big sigh. My eyes don't leave my arm. 

"Look at me," his voice roars intensely. I refuse. He kneels in front of me and forces me to make eye contact with him. Instead of doing so, I close my eyes.  Harry let's out a frustrated groan. "You're impossible."

I open my eyes and tears pool. He looks at me and I feel his eyes soften. He takes his hands and wipes the tears away from my face. 

"Just tell me why," he begs. 

I wish I knew.

I shake my head, and I see the hurt turn into anger. He gets up quickly and begins pacing around again. 

I immediately miss his body heat.

"You're doing this because of the twitter shit, aren't you?" He's glaring at me again. I don't have to answer. He already knows. "Fuck them, okay? Listen. I know you completely intended to never see me again, I'm not stupid. But I'm your damn soulmate. I feel your pain. I want to protect you, but I can't do that if you're going around doing stupid shit."

I've never been like this before. I have never felt this numb in my entire life.

"You don't have to protect me. Just let me be," I whisper.

He kneels again. "Do you not understand? I can't. I would drop everything for you."

"Do it then," I challenge. "Drop everything."

"Baby I would," he responds.

I know he would. He's too kind.

"I'm not worth it Harry. I never will be."

His warm hands grip my face. "Please give me another chance. I promise we'll keep this a secret. I can't give up baby. Please."

It's probably the soulmate connection talking, but I nod in agreement. He lets out a breath of relief and hugs me tightly. 

Here's the reality of things: Harry and I don't know each other. Even with this soulmate bond, we don't. He's so desperate because of this stupid bond. I also know that I wouldn't be able to handle Harry's lifestyle. With all his tours and crazy fan base, I couldn't compete. I'll get so hurt in the process. I have my own life, and I doubt he'd want to settle down anytime soon. 

Logically, I don't think it'll work out.

Harry would object and I know better than to argue with him. It's best if he sees it for himself. 

Just like that, I was expected to be happy.

Harry keeps looking at me like I'm about to break. I won't. 

Will I?

I've been in a weird state of mind. It's only been a couple hours since the incident. 

Harry hops into the shower while I sit on his bed. This is the best time to sneak out.

It's 3 am, and I'm about to walk home. 

I gather my stuff and reach for the door. Of course, Harry had to leave the bathroom just then. He stops and gives me a look. 

"You're kidding right?" He scoffs.

Fuck, I wanted to sneak right out. It would have been easier.

"I'm driving you home." It isn't an offer, but rather a statement. He's probably right, this is much safer. I'm still on the adrenaline high anyways.

I don't know what happens to me, but I get the strong urge to kiss him. Part of me would rather stay in this hotel and kiss every inch of his perfect body.

Okay... probably still on that weed high as well. 

"What if someone sees us together..." I worry.

He knows I'm right. It's way too late to call me a car. 

"Stay here," he whispers. "Just spend the night."

Welp, I guess I'm staying. Why is he so good as persuading me? 

Instead of responding, I decide to kiss him. He seems surprised at first, but goes with it. He slowly backs me into the wall. 

The intensity is insane.

Once my back is flat against the wall, he moves from my lips and begins planting kisses from my jaw to my neck. I moan in pleasure. 

I feel his smile against my skin.

I force his lips back onto mine before he can give me a hickey. I definitely don't need anyone to see that.

His hands reach my butt and push me up, signaling he wants to pick me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. 

While maintaining lip contact, Harry carries me to the bed. He then gently lies me down, falling on top of me. 

"Harry...I-" I mumble between kisses. 

He plants one last kiss on my lips, then gets up. 

I appreciate the control he has. I'm certain that it's been a while since he's had sex. I just don't think I'm ready. 

We lie down on the bed as the TV plays in the background. I unbutton his shirt and trace my fingers on his stomach. He seems to like it because his eyes closed and his head tilts back. 

I continue to do it mindlessly while I zone out.

The day's weight sets in on me, and sleep takes over my body. 

Before closing my eyes, Harry asks, "Should I move to the couch?"

I shake my head no and let the sleep engulf me.