Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 22

I had said yes to Harry.

He had said nothing in return, but the smirk that had grown on his face made my stomach turn. The rest of the ride was silent, only the soft voice of Adele filling the car. I was fidgeting nervously, constantly scratching the skin next to my nails to distract myself.

When we arrived home, Harry walked into the direction of the kitchen. Not totally sure what to do, as he still hadn't said a word, I followed him. He said down on a stool that stood near a counter in the kitchen and hooked the heels of his boots behind the small railing at the bottom.

"Get me a banana." He spoke while getting his phone out and texting. I walked over to the fruit bowl near the fridge and grabbed a banana, putting it on the counter near him. My stomach rumbled too. I realised how hungry I was, not having eaten since this morning. It must be somewhere around midnight since it had been dark outside for quite some time already. Just as I was to turn around, Harry started to speak again.

"Also, get me a beer." I narrowed my eyes at him and was lucky he didn't look up from his phone. I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, putting it down next to Harry's banana, a little bit harder than I intended.

"Water as well." He spoke again. I gritted my teeth, starting to get angry. Was this how it was going to be? I would be his maid? I put the glass down just as harshly as I had put the bottle. It made Harry divert his eyes from his phone.

"Is there a problem, Kitten?" He taunted, smirking knowingly at me. He was doing this on purpose; testing me. I pursed my lips, not saying anything, and started making myself a sandwich instead. He could go to hell. He probably was already going there anyway. I just wished it would be soon.

Large hands sneaked on my hips, long fingers wrapping around them easily. I gasped in shock, especially when he pulled my body back a bit so we were standing flush against each other. I could feel him bend over a bit so that his warm breath tickled the still-sensitive skin of the hickey he made yesterday. His lips touched the spot ever so briefly.

My breath was stuck in my throat. Obeying Harry fully also meant not objecting to intimate stuff. I could feel my heart thump harder against my ribs when he slightly scraped his teeth over the spot, hurting me slightly.

"Harry." I spoke softly, trying to make him stop. I could feel him smirk against the skin. Suddenly, he sucked harshly again, making me cry out. My hand flew up to his hair and I grabbed his long curls tightly.

"You're so sensitive." He mumbled against the skin. He let one of his large hands run over my belly, pushing me closer against him. Again, I could feel his large bulge pushing into me. I started to wonder if this bulge was his normal state. If so, I was scared for my own life.

Harry pulled away not a second later, walking back to the stool and took a large gulp of his beer. His hair was messed up a bit because of my grip. He looked comfortable, a bit sunken into his own thoughts, but in a way better mood than he had been a few days previous.

"I want to alter the deal." I heard my mouth say. My eyes widened at my sudden confidence. His eyes shot to mine and he snorted at my words.

"What about it?" He answered me back, his face in a humorous expression. He knew he could make me do anything anyway. When I thought about it more, he was actually doing me a favour and only made it a bit easier for himself if I wouldn't fight back. He could make me do anything he wanted, as I was no competition for him in any way.

"I don't want to have sex with you." I spat out. I secretly hoped I could convince Harry to listen with this. But who was I kidding? He cackled loudly.

"You never wrote it down on paper, so it's not official." I tried then, realising a second too late that, again, I was profiting from the deal too.

"Alright." Harry said, making my eyes widen. Was he really agreeing with altering the deal?

"I'm sure one of the boys would like to have their way with you. Liam told me yesterday that he loves your ass" He continued. I immediately started shaking my head. I was sure that fear was written all over my face.

"No! Sorry. Please." I begged him "I'm just...I- I" I stuttered, fear and shame now mixing and choking me up.

"You're a virgin?" He smirked at me, eyes dilated now that the subject had shifted to sex. "I know my ways with that."

I shook my head. Blood was rushing to my cheeks steadily. I'm sure that I was looking like a tomato.

"You're not?" He asked, and then hummed. He almost seemed disappointed. What if that was what it was all about? Maybe he would just get rid of me now. I was ready to beg again.

"I am having sex with you, Kitten." He simply said, his dark green eyes piercing into mine. I let out a sob. I could see my world crumbling around me. Now rape could be added to the long list of crimes he committed against me, too.

He walked around the counter and approached me again. His long pointer finger hooked under my chin and pushed my teary-eyed face up to his again. He had exactly the seem look in his eyes as he did when we first met. Darkness, playfulness and curiosity.

"You act like it's the worst thing in the world." He mocked me. "Normally I have girls begging me to touch them." He continued. I focussed my eyes on his chest when his gaze got too intent and stayed silent.

"I don't remember the only time I had sex." I tried my last tactic to make him spare me. I felt stupid saying it out loud and I was sure it wouldn't work on Harry anyway. This man had no feelings nor empathy.

"So basically, you are a virgin." I nodded.

"Hmm. You just made my day." He grinned. He shifted his hands down to my butt and gripped it, lifting me off the ground with ease. I shrieked and automatically wrapped my legs around him to support myself. He put me down on the counter so that we were on the same eye-level. I could feel my short dress straining now that Harry stood between my legs, just a moment away from shooting up and revealing everything.

I felt a little dizzy due to the lack of oxygen. Harry pushed his lips on mine without a second to waste. They were still warm and plump and soft against mine. Only this time, he opened his mouth slightly and licked my lips, wanting to deepen the kiss.

His hand squeezed my butt all of a sudden, making me yelp softly in surprise against his mouth. He knew perfectly what he was doing when he could finally deepen the kiss now. His tongue touched mine and despite the beer and cigarettes, he tasted good. I despised myself for kissing him back, but he engulfed me. He was warm, smelled spicy and manly, and he was dominant. He made me weak in his arms.

My world was spinning around me by the thousand thoughts that raced through my head. Or was it the true lack of oxygen? I wanted to stop, trying to pull back but Harry just pushed his lips against firmer.

The loud ringing of his phone interrupted us again. Actually, saved me again. Fate was still on my side. Harry pulled back, breath coming out heavily through his swollen lips.

"Get ready for bed." He demanded with a wink, before answering the phone.

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It must be impossible to resist Harry Styles, especially if he kisses you.

Also, I sorta imagine Emma looking like Hannah James, but smaller and a bit younger.

Any comment or recommendation is welcome xx.