Downfall [h.s]

↞ Chapter 21* ↠

[A/N: Things get a little nsfw in this chapter. Everything in italics has sexual themes. For the future all chapters containing suggestive and sexual themes will have a * by the number.]

Even though my date with Toby almost ended up a total flop, we had finished the night out on a high note. We ended up hanging out at the studio for a couple of hours dancing and talking before he brought me home. I had to admit, it had been a while since I had been out on an actual date, but it was the most fun I had outside of my friend group in the longest time.

Not even Harry's guest appearance ruined our night. By the time Toby was kissing me at my front door, I had forgotten all about Harry and our moment in the classroom. That was until I kept dreaming of green eyes instead of brown ones.

Harry was leading me through the club to the middle of the dance floor with one of those rare smiles on his face. The beat of the music was pulsing through my bones but I wasn't familiar with the song playing. As the two of us started to dance, my ass pressed against his crotch and his lips trailing wet kisses along my neck, everyone else melted away until it was just us. Even without the crowd pressing us together, we stayed as closely connected as we possibly could.

His wandering hands felt amazing on my body as the trailed up from my waist over to the swell of my breast. Every little touch made my breath hitch and the need for him between my legs intensify. I was becoming desperate for him but all he seemed willing to do was tease me, never bringing his hands to touch me where I wanted him most. It was both frustrating and sexy as hell.

We eventually made it back to my house, after much pleading and whining from me. We barely made it past the front door before his lips were on mine and my legs were wrapped around his waist, grinding myself against his stiff desire. He expertly carried me up the stairs to my bedroom, his lips moving against mine in a hungry fervor that I happily matched.

The anticipation was reaching a fever pitch as he laid me back against the soft duvet. He hovered above me, not letting his full weight crush me but giving just enough to press me into the mattress. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. He just shook his head, grabbed both my wrists in his hand, and held them in place above my head.

"Not yet love," He murmured, his lips moving against my neck. I could hear the smirk in his tone, and as much as I loved how playful he was being my desire was starting to pool at my center.

His tongue darted out to wet the skin below my pulse before he blew cold air on it. Shivers ran down my spine as I squirmed from the chill. He smiled, giving me the sexiest look from beneath his lashes. All I wanted was to reach out and touch him but he only squeezed my wrists tighter when I tried to pull them free.

"No touching." His voice was rough, and low, and was making my stomach do back flips. "If I let you go will you promise not to touch?"

I nodded my head, "yes."