"Jesus Christ Harry! You scared the shit out of me!" I placed my hand on my heart, the shock fading as I realized it was just my best friend. The dim lit sky wasn't enough to illuminate the street, just the old lamposts that didn't really help. It was just a hazy orange glow that surrounded us.
"Did you have fun?" He repeated, through gritted teeth, and that's when I noticed it.
His eyes were rimmed with redness and were puffy, his face was pasty and his cheeks were red. He's drunk.
"Harry, have you been drinking?" I asked, stepping towards him and looking up into his eyes.
"I'm not going t-t-to ask you again." He begun, his tone of voice on edge and almost... Scary?
"Harry calm do-"
"Did you have fucking fun with him? I hope you did, two stupid fucking bitches that couldn't deserve each other more!" He shouted in my face, throwing his hands in the air. I flinched and his facial expression changed from enraged to slightly, shocked.
"I'm going inside. Sober up Harry." I spat before turning on my heels and running inside before I started to cry.
We've argued, he's raised his voice and I've raised mine, but he's never done that. He's never been pissed drunk and shouted in my face while flailing his arms in the air. I honestly thought...
"Fuck sake Liv, wait!" He called, running after me.
"Go home and leave me alone." My voice betrayed me and it came out small, and timid. I felt his hand touch my arm and I yanked it away.
"Baby please." He begged, his eyes even puffier than before.
"Don't fucking call me that like you even give a damn, I'm just an idiot." I used his words against him and he looked genuinely hurt, probably just too drunk to control his damn expression.
He didn't respond, just stood with his mouth open. I walked into my house and shut the door, hoping that would be the end of it. Harry's insufferable when he's drunk, so I tend to stay clear when he is. I had just made it to the kitchen when I heard the door shut again and my name being called.
"Why doesn't that bastarding door ever shut right?!" I yelled, putting my head in my hands as he walked towards me.
"Liv, I'm sorry for shouting at you." He put his hand on my bare back before I moved away, my strappy dress doesn't cover much in fairness.
"No you're not, you just don't want drama. Do you think I need your shit now? It's not like I don't have bigger problems with Dean and my mum but no, you don't care about that." I snapped, seeing the look in his eyes change for the millionth time tonight.
Within the blink of an murky green eye, I was backed into the wall. Harry's tall frame holding mine against it. I gasped when he pressed his body further into mine.
"You think I don't care?" He asked, voice husky as he dipped his head down, fanning a warm, whiskey tainted breath against my neck sending shiver down my spine. "You really think I don't care about you?" He whispered against my skin and sent volts of anticipation through me like electric currents.
I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe but I gathered up the oxygen to make a small sentence.
"Do you?" I whispered before my arms seemed to, almost by instinct, lock around his neck.
"More than anything." His final three words before he began kissing my pale skin, leaving trails behind him and gently nipping the skin.
He had me weak at the knees from his gentle assault to my neck and chest before the phone began ringing. Our eyes shot open and I snuck out from his hold to grab it.
"Mum?" I spoke into the phone
"Oh good you're home!"
"Yeah... I'm with Harry." I smiled to myself.
"Okay, I was just checking but listen dear, I'm super busy so I'll see you tomorrow!" She chirped before the line went dead.
I turned around to see the old front door open and not a trace of the man I was with seconds ago...
Hello dears! I hope you're all well, thanks again for reading!! I haven't done a warning as such yet, so there may be explicit type scenes and some uncomfortable/disturbing scenes so if that's not your cuppa tea, switch to the green tea of the wattpad world and read fluff! Lol. Super short chapter sorry!!! ALSO I GOT A SHIP NAME THAT ISNT EMOTIONALLY SCARRING. IT'S 'LIVY' Lol. Anyway, please please vote and don't be a ghost! Ly all, stay strong, beautiful and be kind!
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Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
Fiksi PenggemarFirst Love The one that you first truely have feelings for. One person that you will never forget, their love will leave an imprint on your heart which will be there forever. At the moment you dont care that you will eventually lose them after a bre...
