Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 21

-Harry's P.O.V-

I could feel myself getting hard as I look at her petite body.

"I-I don't think this is a good idea," She frowns, sitting up to look at me.

I frown, "What?"

"I mean, it's way too early for this. Just yesterday you asked me out."

The words coming out from her mouth sounded better in my head but pathetic when spoken out loud.

A criminal asking someone out?

What did she do to me to make me ask her out so quick?

Why did she even agree?

"Please," I beg, climbing on top of her.

"No, Harry I can't- Oh god," She moans when I rub myself on her.

This is basically rape but who said I cared and followed the rules?

I'm a criminal, remember?

"Please?" I beg again, continuing my actions earlier.

More moans escape out of her beautiful mouth as I continue to rub myself onto her, making me turn more hard.

"W-We can't do this," She says, biting on her lip so the moans won't come out.

We can't do this?

What does she mean?

Is she seeing someone else?

Of course not.

I've always been beside her since the day I met her.

Well, maybe not always because she did run away from me and was kidnapped by that son of a bitch.

That's funny.

He kidnapped the person I kidnapped.

It's not much of a kidnap anymore since she is allowed to roam free sort of.

Let's just say I'm a protective boyfriend.

But why do I even care if she's even seeing someone?

I'm acting as if I'm in a normal relationship but this thing you call a relationship is fucking messed up.

She begins to push against my chest, trying to get me off of her.

After a few more attempts of her trying to get me off of her, I back off and let her go.

She really doesn't want this.

A frown etches on my face when she gets up and walks out of the room.

"Carrie," I call as I follow her out of the room, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," She sighs.

"You don't want me?"

"It's not that I don't want you. I just don't think we're ready for this."

"What do you mean? If you're worried about getting pregnant, we have condoms."

"Oh god," She chuckles quietly, "You don't get it."

"What do I not get?" I frown.

"I just can't do it with you."

"Or is it because you don't want me and rather have someone else?"

"What? No! I'm done with this conversation. Let's not talk about it anymore," She sighs once more.

I decide to shut up so I don't get her mad.

As much as I want to fuck her brains out, I can't.

It'd be rape, not like I would care to rape someone but this is Carrie, the girl I love.

I can't rape the person I love.

That's just wrong.

Wait, love?

Do I even love her?

Do I even know the true meaning of love?

Fucking hell, of course I don't.

I haven't been in a relationship since forever.

It's too quick to decide if I love her or not but let's just say I do love her.

I walk back into the room, trying to ignore my still erected penis.

If I stay in the same room as Carrie, I'd probably try to fuck her again so it's best if we're alone until it goes down and she feels okay again.

A/N: You guys thought they were going to have sex but nope. This book is gonna be somewhat clean... For now. Sorry if this was shit. It was a filler chapter so what can I say? I'm laughing now. This book is rated R now, haha. That's great...