Bipolar

Chapter 13

a/n: there will be smut in this chapter, just saying.

It's been a week since I've seen Harry. After the encounter in Hawaii, we didn't really speak after what I said except for important things, like, 'can you give me my suitcase?' or 'what time is it?' And stuff like that.

Hanna made me move out, which I was pretty bummed about since I have no where else to go. I've been staying at this motel downtown, it's okay, but I really need my own place and definitely my own car. I look out the motel window and see that it's getting dark, so about six. I inhale and exhale for a while trying to stop tears from falling. I missed harry, okay? Even though I hate him a lot, I still want to see him, so bad.

Can we talk ?

I finally get the courage to text him, but I was scared he wasn't going to respond or if he did, he would say something hurtful.

My phone made a ping sound and I saw it was just a notification from Instagram, I don't fucking care about that right now! I growl in frustration and lean my head back on the flat, uncomfortable pillow. "Ugh." I huff feeling very impatient and aggravated with him.

My phone began to ring and I jump excitedly to see if it was Harry, but it was..Sabrina. Great. "Hey." I answer tiredly with a small yawn. "Hey, guurl." She says and I chuckle lightly shaking my head. "Let's go to a club!" She says and I scoff wondering if she was being serious. "No way." I tell her.

"Oh come on! It's Friday night!" She whines on the other line. "Fine, I have nothing better to do anyways." I sigh a long, deep sigh and sit up, the lights flicker for a few short seconds making me roll my eyes.

"I'll pick you up at seven!!" She says like she's already drunk, which pissed me off for some reason. "Okay." I mutter then hang up.

I take a shower, which only lasted ten minutes because the water turned cold, I hate this motel I swear, it's terrible. I get out quickly which ended up in me falling and hitting my butt on the cold, tile floor. I grumble profanities under my breath as I stand back up to get dressed.

I get dressed into a black dress that reached mid-thigh, it was pretty tight, but I didn't really care, I just want to get drunk tonight and not worry about Harry. I'm underage though, but Sabrina has my fake ID somewhere.

There was a knock on the door as I finish straightening my hair. I texted Sabrina where I was, so it had to be her. I opened the door and saw that it was Harry. "Harry? What are you doing here?" I gulp nervously. "We wanted to talk." He smiles lightly then walks in shutting the door behind him.

"How'd you know I was here?" I ask him and he chuckles. "I went around looking for cheap hotels, there's only three in New York, and I asked if you were staying here, they said yes and gave me your room number." He shrugs and I stare at the ground blankly.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask not wanting to look up at him. "Why would I be mad? Because you love me?" He laughs and I nod. "Hey, I like you too, not so much I would say I love you, but let's just take it slow..?" He says unsure of himself and I nod smiling at him. "I'd like that." I say and he places me on to the bed.

"Harry? What are you doing?" I ask nervously as he pulls my heels off and throws them onto the floor. "I wanna make you feel good, baby." He smirks. "But-but, we just started dating..I think." I say and he shrugs pulling the dress off of me. "You honestly don't know how long I've wanted to touch you." He says running his hands over my bare body.

He pulled down my panties and threw them to the side, I was already dripping wet. "Mm, so wet baby." He said and moaned slightly at the end. I blushed as he stared at my private area so deeply. "Beautiful." He smirks then looks in my eyes causing me to blush even harder.

He begins to kiss me, his lips taste so sweet and addictive, I never wanted to pull away. He does though, to take off his t-shirt. Harry throws it back on the floor where my panties and dress laid on top of each other.

I roam my hands over his tatted up body, he was beautiful and sexy, just the thought of him could make me moan. Harry's large hands unhook my bra and toss it to the side carelessly. He kneads at my breasts as he kisses and sucks on my neck, I pant and pull at his long hair.

"S-Sabrina will be-be here soon." I say and he ignores me then continues to kiss down to my boobs. He sucks roughly on the flesh of my right breast and grips my ass.

His begins to kiss down my stomach and right above my sex making my hips buck up suddenly. "Harry, please." I moan as he trails his digits over my clit. "So eager." He says kissing my lips so delicately, the ones between my hips. I close my eyes as he swirls his tongue around in my pussy. (a/n: I hate that word.)

"Harry." I moan loudly as he sticks a finger inside of me. He pumps in out of me, adding a second finger. I grip his long hair with my hands and squeeze my thighs around his head in pleasure.

My high was coming closer as he adds a third finger, pumping faster. I moan and scream loudly as I release, Harry laps up my juices until I was clean. He looks up at me with a smirk on his red, plump lips. "You are so sexy." He says standing up and laying down next to me.

Someone knocks on the door making me widen my eyes, it was Sabrina.

a/n: it's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes!! just kidding, no, i'm serious. take them off now.

It's my first time writing smut, so hopefully it's not terrible.