Saving the Hero (a One Direction fanfic)

Lost

Chapter 27-Lost

***Harry’s point of view***

It’s been two days since I talked to Blair and I have yet to still properly face Erin about this. I didn’t know how to break it off with her, how could I? Besides that, I was stalling. I wanted to find a way out of this, there must be a way. But I didn’t know how.

Erin knew something was up and I know she saw the pictures that were going around of me and Blair in Starbucks, it was everywhere. But despite all the rumors she persisted on trying to talk to me, and I avoided her. Luckily, our schedule was so packed I had every excuse I needed to avoid her.

My phone starts to ring, pulling me out of my thoughts and I tug it out of my pocket, looking at who was calling. A frown settles on my lips as I read the caller I.D., Blair.

“Hello?” I answer though I really didn’t want to. 

“Have you broken it with Erin yet? Where are you?” she shoots at me and I wince at her voice.

“I’m back at our hotel, just arrived back from a gig and no I haven’t. I don’t know how to tell her,” I say.

“Tell her you were just using her all along, that will get her,” she replies surely, too surely.

“How do you know what will get her?” I ask suspiciously, wondering how Blair could hate Erin so much.

“I just do. Now go tell her that right now and get to here to my hotel by 10pm, you know where it’s at. I texted you the address,” she instructs and I roll my eyes.

“How could I not know, you sent it to me multiple times,” I say in a bored tone then hang up.

I burry my face in my hands, there had to be some way out of this. Some other way. It couldn’t be this way. It just couldn’t. But I didn’t know how.

Sighing, I stood up from the couch I sat on and stepped out of my room, taking nothing with me but my wallet and phone. I don’t bother to go to Erin, I didn’t have the heart. 

Harry: I’m not telling Erin that. But I am headed to your place.

***Blair’s point of view***

I hear a knock at the door and my eyes whip towards the clock, 9:53pm. He was seven minutes early. A small smile spreads across my lips, he knew not to be late. He knew I had control over this.

I stand up from the couch and walk towards the door hastily, feeling my body burn with desire for his touch.

When I reach the door I pull it open and don’t even let him say anything. I grab his arm and tug him inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Blair wha-,” he starts but I push him towards the wall and tilt my face up to him, crashing my lips to his fiercely, my hands already at the hem of his shirt.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!” he demands, shoving me roughly away with his large hands. 

I step back, a smile on my lips. This was good, he was angry, I needed him to channel that anger to what I wanted.

“Why?” I ask innocently, tilting my head to the side for effect. “Am I not allowed to do that?”

“Blair…,” he trails off then shakes his head in frustration. 

My innocent and sweet façade drops as I close the space between us again, feeling my abdomen press against his. I lift a finger under his chin, making him look at me.