Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part sixteen

Harry

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I slam her against the wall, hooking her legs around my waist. She gasps, clinging on as I dive headfirst into her parted lips. Letting out a choked whimper as my hands grip the sides of her thighs.

I made a rational decision, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, knowing if we stayed in that position It could lead to heavily grinding against some wall in a crowded place.

She giggles as I saunter forward through the somewhat dying-down crowd. I toss her onto the olive green sofa, plopping myself down then immediately pawing at her to sit on my lap.

The softness of her lips is all I can muster to think about, red smudged makeup all over the curves of her cheeks. My hand laced in the brown roots of her waves. The intense scent of her locks wafting into my nose, familiar in such a craved way. Those batting lashes, and soft brown eyes.

And yet that stays as it is..... A dream.

Through the sloppy half-assed kisses, I gaze down at the person straddling my hips. Her circle glasses pushed all the way back, holding her strawberry blonde fringe strands at bay.
You're an idiot...

Even with the realization of my imbecility, I dash back into the warmth of her lips, pulling on the tied-up portion of her hair. I groan but not just for the obvious looming frustration coursing through me, for the fact I knew this was wrong and still did it anyway. Making out with the same girl she did earlier, you're a real winner Styles...

Maybe this was some sick way of getting back at her, or maybe I just wanted to get a glimpse of what having Magnolia would be like...

What has gotten into you? Stop it already...

And though my conscience is screaming at me, I don't stop. Molding perfectly with her, this random girl. But I wasn't being gentle like Meg, I was being rough. Wanting this to leave a mark, a trail of hickeys for her to squeak at in the morning. Something to remember this god-awful night. Her hands wander the back of my neck, I wince at the touch. Slamming her hands down by the side of my hips. She lets out a squeal, innately shocked by my abrasiveness.

"Did I say you could touch me?" I tut, knowing my eyes had gone black with lust. A deer in headlights, crystal blue windows to the soul wide as the sea. She wasn't used to this, was she? I try to refrain from scoffing, watching her slowly get uneased by the tone of my words.

"Are you frightened little dove?" I whisper into her ear, lightly touching my lips to her. Playing into the aggression further, risking the chance of her running for the hills. She gulps harder, shifting on my lap. I huff out a kept in breath with her small movements, registering she has no clue what it did to me.

I trace my fingers up her exposed shoulder, she keeps quiet. Surveying me with her big round blue eyes. Keeping my hands modest, I adventured her skin. Watching her unravel above me, shock inherently turning into pure thick suffocating lust.

The surrounding drowns out with the tension, loud banging music almost unheard.

"Monty!" A voice shouts through the music. Yet I continued, unfazed by the interrupting voices. She snaps her head at the noise, wandering her gaze around the filled room. My mouth goes directly to her neck, sucking harshly on the perfume-infested skin. I hold her flicking chin still, grazing my tongue along her skin.

"Vermont!" The voice shouts again, now she moves completely away from my ajar lips. Darting her head around to examine the surrounding. I raise my brows at her challenge, watching her expression shift again.