Criminal

25˚

Melanie

Words cannot describe the amount of pain that Harry has caused me in the sixteen days that I have known him, both mentally and physically. He stripped me from my life, my family and my friends. He has sexually abused me, he has beaten me until I bled, he has ruined my life completely. However, in the short time of sixteen days, he has shown me more passion than I have ever experienced in my life. There was something about Harry Styles that I can't resist, it must be his appearance because his soul is the ugliest I have come across.

I was confused, hurt and angry. I didn't know why my mind and body was betraying me like this, I need to hate him for everything he has done to me. But I can't. I didn't love him, I couldn't love him. All I know is that I didn't hate him, no matter how much I tried to convince myself.

His lips detached from mine and our heavy breathing filled the small cabin, the quiet crackling of the fire accompanying us. My lips were throbbing from our passionate kiss, the excitement in my stomach not fading.

"Baby," He whispered, pressing his sweaty forehead to mine. His breathing was erratic as he held me close, his fingers fisted my hair gently as my bare chest touched his.

Without another word, he slammed his lips into mine, this time more desperate than the last. I pushed my body against his, my lips apart as his tongue rubbed mine.

I removed my right arm from around his neck and pulled it down between us, pressing my hand flat against his toned chest. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing into the palm of my hand, making me feel powerful that I was doing this to him.

This is what he wanted, that was the deal. He wanted me to love him tonight, that's what I was doing. There was no denying that this felt like a deadly sin, it felt so wrong. Nonetheless, I wanted it too, even if it was just for tonight.

His hands slid out of my hair and down my bare back, stopping once they were on each side of my waist. I could feel his erection straining underneath his tracksuit bottoms, pressing against me. My core throbbed at the feeling, I hadn't felt this kind of sensation in months.

Although I was a virgin, I was no stranger to pleasure. I had a relationship a couple of months ago with a boy named Connor, I met him at college and we became good friends. He wanted to finally have sex after two months, but I freaked out. I ended up breaking up with him and blocking his number, along with all of his social media. It was a shame that I let my own insecurities ruin something that could have been amazing, he was the only boy I ever liked more than a friend and I fucked it up.

Lust was radiating off Harry, the way he bit the inside of his lip as his eyes flicked down to our connected crotches. He slowly repositioned himself, rubbing his groin against me. His lips released a small moan at the contact, his erection continuing to stand tall even though our intimate moment had stopped.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear. "I want you so bad."

His fingers interlocked with mine, his thumb rubbing my skin gently. My centre was still throbbing, his erection being the cause of it. I didn't want to have sex, I couldn't have sex with him.

"We can't," I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. "This is so wrong."

"What do you mean?" He rushed, the lust in his eyes replaced with desperation.