Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T Y O N E

It's like it happened in slo motion. It took me multiple seconds to realise what the fuck just happened and my eyes widen in complete and utter shock with his lips still pressed against mine.

No. No. No.

He cannot be kissing me right now.

I feel as his hand travels up my side, over my arms and slowly up my shoulder before he places is on the side of my face, his thumb on my cheek.

I can't control myself. I can't help the electricity that shoots through my veins at his touch. I can't help but flutter my eyes shut and melt into his pink, soft lips.

It's so different compared to Niall. Niall is so fragile with me, so gentle, as if I could crumble in his hands at any moment; whereas Harry is dominant. Harry is forceful and has a type of power in his hold like he knows what he wants, and he'll do what he needs to get it.

And I can't help but prefer it.

I feel as he starts to pull away, but I don't allow him to by following his movement, keeping my lips guiding along with this.

He instantly realises what I'm doing and doesn't hesitate to reach under my seat and recline it back once more, before crawling on top of me on all fours.

Keeping his lips against mine, it instantly becomes more heated as he slides his tongue along my bottom lip before slipping it only slightly in between, and before I know it, we are in a full, heated make out session in his fucking car.

His lips start to trail down from my mouth, going across my jaw and then onto my neck as he gently nips at the skin, and leaves wet kisses on top. I keep my eyes shut and tilt my head slightly to the side to give him more access, making him instantly start attacking my neck with with his tongue and lips.

I think there's something fucking wrong with me. What am I doing right now? I keep breaking my own fucking rules by kissing these psychos.

I'm a disgusting person.

I feel his hand slide down my body and start to slip into the hem of my sweatpants and I freeze, making him instantly holt his action.

"What's the matter?" He pulls away from my neck and murmurs in his deep, husky accent, slightly out of breath.

I shake my head.

"I can't." Is all that leaves my mouth as I look up into his emerald green irises.

His eyebrows furrow together and he pulls himself off of me, falling back into the drivers seat.

I sit up slightly on my elbows and look at him for any type of response but he just looks ahead out the window and clenches his jaw.

"I'm— sorry." I whisper under my breath, bringing the seat back up again.

He places his hands on the steering wheel and squeezes it until his knuckles go white.

Immediately, fear washes over me as I realise that he's getting mad.

He's mad? Are you fucking serious?

"You cannot actually be mad at me right now." I find the courage to mumble out and his eyes just pinch shut.

"Do you enjoy this?" He grunts, keeping his eyes shut and his hands firmly squeezed around the steering wheel.

"E-enjoy what?" I stammer out.

He lets out a malicious laugh, throwing his head back.

"Acting like a fucking slut." He turns his head to me as the venom drips from his tone.