I woke up quite early. So I just sat there allowing my thoughts to fill me before Harry's head bopped through the doorway. "Do you want some tea?" He asked gently. I smiled before nodding.
"That would nice. Thank you." I said with sincerity in my voice. I watched his head disappear through the doorway before I heard the kettle was put on. I didn't know what my feelings towards Harry were. He's been really kind to me and he did save me from getting raped but then he did physically abuse me that one time. A person can't change overnight I had to remind myself that. I was also kidnapped by him so I couldn't allow his small acts of kindness to change anything. He did once threaten to also kill my mother.
I shook my head and threw the covers off and walked across the freezing floors into the bathroom. I looked like a wreck was to say the least. It was very obvious I had been crying and my hair. God my hair.
I brushed my teeth quickly and tried to tame the mess on my head but it didn't work so I just threw it up into a bun. It's not like there's anyone in this house to impress anyway. I thought to myself as I headed into the living room.
Harry's shirtless back was facing me. He turned around and motioned for me to sit. That's when I noticed the tattoos. Since when did he have tattoos? I must have skimmed over the tattoo part when I was helping him dislodge that glass that pierced his side. Jesus he had a lot of tattoos and I hadn't paid attention to a single one.
"How is your injury anyway?" I asked taking a seat at the barstool he pointed at. I laid my head on my hands supported by my elbows staring as he grabbed two mugs and a tea packet.
"It's coming along." He mumbled and turned around to see the jaggedly looking scar that wasn't covered by the gauze pad anymore. I noticed the atrocious job I did with the stitching and I cringed.
"Did I do that correctly." I asked referring to the stitches. It was dark that day in the apartment. I hadn't been able to really take a look.
He looked down and shrugged. "It'll be enough to heal it faster." He smiled. I chuckled at his helpful comment. "How many sugars?" He asked holding the packet of sugar and a spoon with his left.
"Three."
He raised his brows. "You're going to get diabetics." He laughed. "That won't be good for the Castello siblings. One would have diabetics the other a heart condition." He watched my face fall at the mention of Liam. "Shit! Liv I'm sorry." He quickly rushed out and placed the sugar and spoon he was holding beside the mugs.
I shook my head. "No it's fine.." I mumbled trying to swallow the lump that grew in my throat at the uneasiness at Liam's condition. Harry's hand laid on top of mine and he gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Sometimes I say shit." He chuckled and I nodded along with him staring at his beautiful green eyes. You could get lost in them because they were like a canopy of trees. He was so beautiful I don't think he even knew that himself. His eyes darted back and forth between my eyes as we continued our gaze.
Before I could stop myself I grabbed his neck in a swift motion and slammed his soft lips against mine. I could tell he was surprised for a second because his lips just stayed unmoving against mine before they slowly adjusted. I reached forwards stumbling out of the chair disengaging my lips from him to crawl across the counter to close the gap between us.
Harry
Her soft body was against mine in a flash and she pressed her gentle lips on mine again. Her hands trailed up the back of my neck before drowning themselves into my hair.
I was so surprised when she kissed me. I wasn't expecting it but I wasn't complaining about it either. She was hard to figure out. I didn't know how to act around her because she was just so.. confusing. I found myself thinking about everything I was going to say before I said it. And when I didn't think I would say the most rudest shit like what happened before.
Her back arched and I traced the indent between her back up and down. My fingers brushed against the clips of her bra.
"Harry.." she moaned when I pulled away to only connect my lips to her neck. She whimpered in pleasure when I started to suck roughly. Her fingers tightened on my hair and I grabbed her hips to stop her squirming.
Her skin was so soft and it turned me on more because I knew that no one else had done this to her. She was a virgin.
I trailed my hands down her bare legs which were wrapped around my waist tugging me closer to her. I hungrily placed a kiss on her collarbone bone before she grabbed my face between her hands to connect our lips together.
I trailed my fingers up her spine my hands reached the clips of her bra but I refrained myself from undoing it. She wasn't ready and I wasn't ready for her to pull away in protest. She so easily changed her mind about everything and I was dying from the day I saw her to have her against me like this.
She tugged at my lip and my groan left me. "Olivia." I mumbled and she popped my lips back. She opened her eyes to see me staring back at her.
Reality fell down our shoulders as we stared at one another in silence. Her thin shoulders raised up and down due to her rapid breathing. I still had my hands tightly placed at her hips and her legs were still around mine holding me against her.
"I'm so sorry!" She says disengaging herself from my body. She slipped down the counter. "Jesus Harry I don't know what came over me I'm sorry." She rambled running her fingers through her hair which had fallen out from its bun as soon as I was tugging around. She groaned and pulled her face to her hands and shook her head against it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that."
I furrowed my brows at what she said and crossed my arms. "Didn't mean to do that?" I softly asked staring at her every movement.
She nodded her head rapidly pulling her face away from her hands and leaned against the black fridge behind her. "I didn't know what I was thinking and I'm really sorry I hope—"
"Don't worry. It's only a kiss." I snapped and turned my back to the mugs that was still sitting there.
Fuck. Now the water was cold.
Fuck the tea.
"Harry—" she started. Her voice was so gentle and— fuck off.
"Look Liv. You don't need to apologise." I mumbled placing the mugs back roughly into the cabinet. "It's only a kiss." I snapped.
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Daaammn Harry got his feelings hurt.
