Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Twenty-Three

Harry looked so unbelievably sexy tonight. His costume was perfect and I was shocked to see his haircut. It looked amazing, he was perfect. I can't believe how lucky I am to have him as my date tonight.

Everybody admires him when we pass by. His presence was so breathtaking, it takes awhile to adjust back to normal breathing from first seeing him. I can't wait to undress him. The party is almost over and my body is ready to claim him.

He couldn't stop kissing me and trust me, it was hard to fight back from getting on my knees and taking his dick right in front of everyone. He was a dreamland.

I always feel so excited seeing him.

I could be myself around Harry, we've reached a level that feels so relaxing.

I don't show many of my sides to people but Harry gets them all and I get no judgement. I was a handful and will always be and somehow, he is managing.

We both don't know what the hell we are doing but we are trying. I feel like Harry is carrying everything. I feel like I ask too much from people and I don't want to do that with Harry but sometimes I feel like I can't make him happy.

He does all these cute things for me and what do I do for him?

I had an idea set in my head. A wealthy man, a plain boring and honestly old wealthy lover by age 30. We would fake happiness around a crowd and argue when getting home. I didn't expect someone as great as Harry and now I want that forever.

My brain is doing self destruction because I don't deserve him.

At one point, I would've said yes to anybody. I was vulnerable after Brandon. You wouldn't say no to chocolate, even if it wasn't your favorite type of chocolate because chocolate is chocolate.

It still tasted just as good.

I gave myself to Brandon and realized he cared more about sex than me and even after seeing that clearly, I still let him use me. I was his chocolate.

I pulled myself together and locked my body down. It was the only thing I thought I could give a man to be loved and I decided that wasn't it. I wasn't going to do that.

Out of nowhere, I met Harry and it was like god sent an angel.

I thought seeing Brandon would bring up mixed emotions but nothing. I was just shocked. Honestly, him and Abigail are perfect for each other. The only guy I had my eyes on tonight was the tall, handsome one with his hands wrapped around me.

We were dancing but more just standing in the crowd swaying ourselves to the music.

"Do you have any family involved in your life?" He randomly questions me.

I wanted to get to know Harry during this whole thing so it wouldn't be so awkward but it has never been awkward.

"My mom's sister, Carol. She lives in Ohio so I don't see her very much and along with her 3 daughters. That is all. My grandma passed when I was young but we were close. You?" He pulls me closer.

"No. I prefer it that way. Did you have anyone to look up to growing up?"

"My nanny, Maggie." I miss Maggie. We don't keep in contact.

"It was just me and Elena growing up. We were always just good friends." My heart stings. I felt his trust in me and I'm glad he was letting me in on his past.

"I'm glad you had her. We all needed someone growing up." I smile up at him.

He deserved so much happiness. I can pour love into others but my teapot is always empty when taking care of myself. It was another reason I isolated myself a lot. I'm able to love without ends and that makes me weak.

I am soft for people my heart desires.

"I don't know how I made it without you." I look into his piercing green eyes.

"Crazy isn't it? I have never wanted to be loved by anyone until I met you." I spoke from my heart. It screams for Harry at all times.

He leans down and kisses my forehead.

It was clear to everyone that we were more than just friends.

Friends don't look at each other like we do.

Everybody was leaving since it was 11.

Brandon approached me while I started cleaning up one of the tables. Harry was cleaning up the table at the very end. I looked at him and he was already staring at me with a concerning look. I gave him an assuring nod and a smile.

I always felt safe with Harry around.

"Are you happy to see me?" He smiles. He was so full of himself in the most cockiest ways.

"I thought you could read faces pretty well." My face earlier and now showed just how much I didn't want him around.

"I miss you Melanie. I know I messed up and I want to fix it. I miss the friendship we had."

"We grew up and didn't have much of one." His blonde hair was styled back. His blue eyes didn't appeal to me anymore. The person Brandon was in middle school was nothing compared to who he was in college.

People changed but he did much more. I almost didn't recognize him that day when he walked into class. He said the same thing about me but it was clear I hadn't changed very much.

A person is only as beautiful as their personality.

He was attractive and charming and that made him dangerous. If you get to know him, he will stake you in the worst way. He had a way of making you feel so special while also feeling like shit.

He was manipulative and used my emotions against me.

"I'm sorry Brandon but it is best if we aren't in each other's lives."

"Last time I saw you, you were crying for me. You don't expect to be with someone like Harry, don't be so stupid Melanie." I feel the heat rush through my body.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I've seen the shit about him. Abigail told me about him.. He isn't any good. He will just use you."

"To hear that coming from your mouth makes me laugh. You did just that. Harry is one of the greatest men I've ever gotten to be around. Stop judging a book by its cover." I walked past him towards harry.

"Are you okay?" Harry rubs up and down my arm with a hand.

"He told me that he missed me and that you would just use me." In a flash, Harry was charging him. I didn't have time to stop him.

Harry fist hits the side of Brandon's face but as soon as Brandon realizes what has happened, two men stop him before he could charge Harry.

Harry shakes his hand before staring at Brandon and speaking in a low voice that brings chills to my body but I didn't expect to hear what he tells him and to the remaining people that gathered around them.

"Leave my girlfriend the fuck alone."