Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

*Hunter*

"Stop. Stop. Stop it!" I panic pushing him away by his chest. My heart is colliding with my rib cage quickly as my breathing shallows. He has this effect on me that I can't understand. One second I hate him- the next his lips are on mine and my walls are cracking- breaking slowly into millions of pieces that with one touch will shatter.

But I don't have feelings for him. Definitely not.

I run a shaky hand through my hair as green eyes bore into mine.

"Who was that blonde bloke earlier in my shop?" Harry asks, the situation being completely disregarded as I stand with a million thoughts running through my skull.

"What?"

"The blonde one." He repeats as if suddenly that will change anything.

"Niall?" I laugh dryly, "You've met?"

Dark brows pull together, mouth slightly agape.

"I have?"

"You were drunk." As always. I drop down to gather loose books that have fallen from my grasp in our exchange.

"I like this position." A smirk tugs at his sinfully pink lips as he assesses our proximity. My head right around crotch level as I try to pick up the pieces of my life that have fallen through my grasp.

"You're such a pig." I grimace at the sound of papers crunching against books being shoveled into the army green canvas confines of my bag. Harry kneels beside me and reaches to pick up the last book from beside the couch.

Fingers brush as he hands me the rattily bound thesaurus, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time tingling against my skin. He is so fucking weird. We've kissed, more than once, and yet one touch and my skin tingles. I don't understand anymore- I don't think I ever did.

But I don't have feelings for him. Definitely not.

He's an asshole and a man whore and there are no feelings I will allow to grow for someone whose only capability is to hurt me.

"Thanks." I mutter closing the top, "I really-," My words cease when long pale ring clad fingers are on my cheeks and we're on the floor and I can't smell liquor which both scares and intrigues me. Because he's just as aware as I am that his lips are only an inch away and his fingers are brushing across my skin and it's all just a moment in time.

"You're so beautiful." He says slowly, eyes flicking across my features. My heart beats loudly in my ears as we're silent.

Dun-dun. Dun-dun. Dun-dun.

"You don't mean that." I look away, realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. My hands grip his wrists and tug them away from my face.

"Yes. Yes I do." He grips my chin lightly pulling me back to face him. The hum of the radiator in the background is the only noise as we kind of just sit there with his hands on my cheeks, and our lips an inch apart, and he's not half into the bottle this time.

But I don't have feelings for him. Definitely not.

"Hunter can I kiss you?"

"Harry this isn't a good idea."

"It's not. It's a great idea. You just don't want to admit I'm brilliant."