Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 29.

I was lost. Not just by kissing him, lost in every aspect of the world. My brain was gone and my thinking had stopped. I lost track of my breathing pattern and the time of this encounter with him. Everything about my being was lost and gone and captured by him. I never felt absent and alive at the same time and for some odd reason I didn't want the feeling going away.

His lips, those sinister lips. The redness of them shining like he had just bite them to blood. The top lip smaller and more hesitant about his actions than his bottom. The plump, slightly chapped bottom lip driving every being in my body into a spiral heat of crazy. I should stop him but I can't, I won't, he is too addictive, we're too addictive.

We were polar opposites. He was tall and dark and devious as I was small and light and quiet. His bottom lip was plump as mine was smaller. My top lip was bigger and more plump as his sat smaller. Everything about us was opposite, but how come as we kissed everything seems to feel so right? So in place?

His hands had both captured the hold of my face as mine had rested one of his wrist and the other on his bicep. He flinched at my touch and grabbed both hands placed on his body in the hold of one of his enormous palms, both wrists being pinned behind my back before I could even blink. His other hand moved towards the back of my neck for extra support.

His lips had moved with mine in the worst perfect way possible. He let his tongue lick over my lips asking for entrance into my mouth. My lips slightly parted, intimated as he jumped at the chance. His tongue pushed through my lips and began its assault to my mouth. A small groan left my lips as his hand tighten around my neck.

He was being rough, not giving me any mercy as his lips roughly contact mine. My eyes opened to see his perfect face relaxed and content. We were so close I could see the small freckles on his nose and a scar under his eye which made my eyebrows furrow. What was that? Had he always had a scar under his eye?

He grunted and pushed my body back, slamming me into the wall as his hips pinned my body. I groaned in pain as my back began to burn from the impact of the wall. I know he technically didn't mean to push me that hard, he was just in the heat of the moment. He was as lost as I was.

His hand moved from the back of my neck to my chin, now that the wall had given him the support. His tongue ran all along the inside of my mouth as his lips were pressed into mine. His body pressed harder into mine as I was squished by his hard frame and the wall. I didn't want to do it, but I needed to remind him that he is hurting me.

I pulled my lips away from his slightly, as he pushed his back on mine. "Easy" I said in between kisses and he refrained slightly. He let go of my hands behind my back as I let them venture his tense body. The first thing they went too was his curls and before I knew it both were shoved into the tangled curly mess. His now free hand resting on my hip and the other remaining on my chin.

His lips left mine and moved down to my neck as he began kissing every spot on my neck. His lips traveled all around my neck like he was on a mission as my hands tugged his hair. He kissed a sensitive spot on the left side of my throat, making me let out a loud moan. He smirked on my neck before beginning to nibble on the skin. My fingers tightened even harder on his hair making him grunt slightly.

A loud moan came from his lips making my cheeks flush at the thought if anybody had heard us. Sensing my discomfort he pulled his lips away from my neck and rested his now sweaty forehead on mine. His breathing puffing out into my face and his once peppermint breath now coming out in bursts of strawberry from my toothpaste. He grunted slightly and blinked slowly.

"Fυck, why did I do that" he said moving his hands away from my body and onto the wall besides my head. I left my hands in his hair in fear that I won't ever be able to touch it again. "Why didn't you stop me, I told you too" he growled making my stomach begin to turn.