It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 28: Woman.

A/N: It's coronation day gals and gays... If you don't understand what I'm insinuating, please visit back after you've read the chapter, thank you. Enjoy.... I know you will(;

ALSO, THIS CHAPTER IS A LOT BETTER WHEN YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING... YOU'RE WELCOME.

HARRY'S POV:

    I open the door, and lock it behind me not hesitating to go straight to her room. I open the door quickly, and see her head whip to me, the only lights on are the dainty ones hung over her bed. She holds a book between her fingers, and she's wearing a sports bra, and those stuipd tight fucking shorts she always wears to bed. She's not making this any easier on herself... not one fucking bit.

    "Hi... Why do you look angry?' She asks softly.

    "Jason and Dakota?" I ask.

    "Gone.." She mutters, setting her book down on her nightstand.

    "Did you fuck Hunter?" I ask, standing closer to the bed now. Her face changes, scrunching up in confusion.

    "Harry why- Is that where you were? Is that what you were doing? Harry let me see your hands right now." She gets on her knees coming to me on the bed. I lift up my clean hands, and keep my jaw tight, still not getting the confirmation I need. "You didn't hurt him?" She asks, that fucking heart of hers at it again. He deserved to be fucking hit.

    "The only pain my hands will cause tonight will be the good kind of pain, now answer my question. Did you fuck Hunter?" I ask again, taking my hands away.

    "No... No I didn't." She sits back on the bed, looking up at me.

    "What did you do with him?" I ask, the same stance as before.

    "Harry, why does it matter?" She fights back, and I clench my jaw again, shaking my head.

    "Because it does. Did he eat you out? Finger you, what did he do to you?" I ask, and her eyes open wide.

    "Harry!" She scolds me with her voice.

    "What! We're in our apartment, no one can hear us. Tell me, did he do the same things I've done to you? Has he felt you, tasted you?" I ask, inching closer and closer to the bed.

    "Yes..." She admits, and I watch as her cheeks flush.

    "And tell me... Have you done to him, what you did to me?" I ask her, and she avoids eye contact.

    "There's a strong possibility that happened." She mutters, her head sinking, her fingers fumbling with each other. I'm on her bed now, closing in on her. I pull her chin up, hearing her gasp as my hand locks around her jaw, the feeling of power seeping into my veins as I do.

    "So Hunter has felt all the same things I have... Had all the experience with you that I have?" I clarify.

    "It didn't.. It didn't feel as good with him." She mumbles nervously, and I fight the smirk from forming on my lips.

    "Oh baby... I know it didn't but that's not what I'm asking." I keep my voice low, and she nods in response. "Words princess. He's had the same experience I have?" I ask, fighting the jealousy but losing the battle.

    "He has.." She mumbles, and I shake my head.

    "That just won't do... You see darling, I know for a fact I make you feel things he nor any man ever could but that doesn't mean I ever want the image of them doing those things to you in my head, and do you want to know what image has been in my head for the past thirty minutes?" I ask, standing back up, and kicking my shoes off.