h & t

Chapter 5

I sipped from my red cup and swayed my hips to the beat. A boy had his hands gripped tight on my hips guiding them so that they rubbed against him.

I didn't need Harry. There were plenty of other hot guys on campus and tonight I intended on getting one. I turned around and my eyes met gorgeous blue ones. I smirked throwing my hands around his shoulders careful not to spill my drink. Our bodies moved in sync and I felt good.

"Wanna go talk somewhere," he yelled over the music. I nodded and grabbed onto his arm so he could lead me away from the sweaty bodies and into an empty bedroom. I shut the door and before I knew it his lips were on mine. He pushed me against the door and felt down my body until his hands rested on my ass.

I tried to focus on him and how he felt against me but I couldn't stop thinking about Harry's lips on mine. His were softer than this kids. Knocking on the door interrupted our makeout session. I pushed the boy away and opened to door to find Harry. His eyes widened at what he saw and he looked angry.

"What are you doing," he demanded. "Nothing," I snapped back shutting the door. Harry stopped it though. "Come with me Tierney, you're drunk and you're gonna regret this," he said.

I was pissed. How could he just come in here and act like he is my dad. I am 18 and I can do whatever I want. I shook my head and tried to shut the door again. This time Harry shoved it open and picked me up throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out.

I pounded my fists on his back in an attempt to get him to let me go. He finally set me down at the end of the hallway and I glared at him before rushing down the stairs. I searched the room for Emma. I wanted to go home.

His body came tumbling down the stairs and I stared in shock. My eyes darted to the top of the stairs to see who pushed the boy, and of course, I saw Harry.

I rushed over to the boy I was kissing moments ago to make sure he was okay. He slowly stood up pushing me to the side as Harry came strolling down the stairs.

The boy hurtled his fist threw the air and made contact with Harry's jaw. Harry retaliated by punching the boy right in the stomach. He stumbled back but punched again hitting Harry right in the eye. "Stop," I shouted and grabbed Harry's arm. "Let's go," he said through gritted teeth and I nodded pulling him out of the house.

"Sit down," i instructed him and went to the bathroom to wet a towel. I grabbed a bandaid as well and walked over to Harry. I placed the towel on his eyebrow. The kid had a ring on that sliced his brow open and dried blood was stuck on Harry's face. I washed away the blood and watched as Harry sat still. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. I placed the bandaid on his cut and Harry pulled me in so that his face was resting against my torso.

My hands found his curly hair as we embraced. I sighed at how sweet Harry could be. I liked this side of him. The quite Harry who was gentle. I stared down at the boy I tried to convince myself I hated but knew I didn't.

"He told me that he was gonna fuck you and make me watch," Harry whispered into the room. He pulled up and his eyes met mine. "That's why I pushed him down the stairs," Harry continued. "Oh," was all I could say.

I tried to process what he said in my brain. The kid seemed so nice? I frowned at laughed at how stupid I was. I could have gotten myself into a really bad situation if Harry didn't come help me.

"Why didn't you come the other night," I asked him. "I got scared," he replied. "Why," I inquired. "I have never felt this way before. I just want to be with you all the time. I can't stop thinking about you, and it's driving me crazy. do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?" he told me.

"Then do it," was all I replied. He stood up so that he was now taller than me. His hands grabbed my face and our lips crashed together. I stumbled backwards into the couch and Harry guided me around so that I fell softly on to the bed.

He peppered kisses down my neck and sucked hard just below my ear. My hands found the bottom of his shirt and I tugged on it. He reached down to take it off when the door swung open. Emma came stumbling in and Harry hastily got off of me. "I will see you tomorrow," he told me before leaving the room.
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I stood in the bathroom leaning in towards the mirror. The purple bruise under my ear was dark and not gonna be easy to hide.

I slid on a hoodie that bunched up around my neck in an attempt to cover it. I couldn't find a scarf and this would have to do.

I walked into class and instead of sitting in the back of class Harry was right in the middle where I usually sat. I smiled and took the seat next to him. I tried to focus on the lesson but I couldn't when Harry was staring right at me. His eyes bore into my skin and I couldn't stop smiling.

When class ended Harry pulled down my hoodie to reveal the bruise he had left. "Thanks for that," I laughed. He just smiled and traced his fingers over the skin. I flinched at the contact of his cold hands on my sensitive skin.

He pulled my hoodie back up and we stood up leaving the class room.
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It's been two weeks since we kissed on my bed. The mark on my skin has faded but the memory hasn't. I spend most of my time thinking about Harry. How his skin feels on mine. We sit together everyday but we don't say much. We just exchange glances at each other and occasionally get coffee together.

It's been way to long since we have touched and I don't know how much longer I can resist not making out with him.