•Harry's Perspective•
The simple kiss was not deep, but it was enough to satisfy both of us.
The feel of her lips pressed against mine, not pulling away but stayed.
Her lips parted and mine did the same, I took the chance to deepen the kiss.
Her hands hooked around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair. Slightly tugging on it but not to hard.
I did not speak, worried she might realise what was happening. As selfish as it sounds I did want more, I wanted a lot more. To be quite honest I wanted to take her right now on the couch behind me but I knew I could not, without her acception it would be classified as rape, and after kidnapping her that would not be quite the idea and I'm not that kind of person, I would never harm a female in such a way.
She opened her eyes and stopped. Pushing me away quickly.
"I can't believe I just did that" she mumbled, but I could understand what she had said.
"I'm sorry" I said to her.
She just looked at me blankly, confused.
"Why did you do that?" she looked ashamed at her actions.
"I don't know..." I lied. Of course I knew why. I was in-love with this girl, this girl that stood in front of me was all I needed in life, I would drop everything in a heart beat for her.
"I hate you" she muttered.
"I couldn't hate someone more then I do for you" she put her hand of the back of my head pulling me down so I was eye level with her.
"I despise you" she smashed her lips onto mine.
I instantly kissed back, not caring about what she said.
I put my hands on her waist firmly holding her, I pressed my body against hers.
"I fucking hate myself too" I mumbled between kisses.
"Good" she couldn't help but smile alittle.
But I kept thinking...
Why is she doing this?.
•Gwen's Perspective•
I did not care if he took me now on the couch, if that would earn his trust I would do it.
I had to do everything to make him think I was inlove with him.
I did not love him with a single bone in my body, I despised him.
But is kissing him meant he would fall harder for me then I had to do it.When he first kissed me, Niall's words ran in my head like race-horses in my head.
I had to make in believe I would not leave, he would slowly give me freedom with small things then bigger. Then I could leave, I could runaway and this time it would be more effective because I could plan it. Or I could break his black heart and he would want me to leave.
I am a genius.
His hands slowly began to roam my body and I tried my hardest to hold back my cringe, from his hands making contact with my body, the temptation to slap his face so hard for what he had done to me and my brother.
I just wanted to go home to my mother, forget this ever happened. And of course keep Troye's problem a secret from everyone. Forget what Harry told me about my father, continue to question my mother about him and his secret job that was too 'dangerous' for me to know.
"I can not do this to you" he whispered against my lips.
I had to admit the taste of his lips was incredible and soft plump feel for like heaven compared to any other set of lips I have ever touched.
But it was so wrong, I was kissing a corpse, his heart did not beat, his touch was cold, he was un-natural.
He was a made up character from books and movies like twilight or the lost boys.He shouldn't be alive anymore, he was hundreds of years older then me, you could classify him as a pedophile at the age difference but yet if you went to the police they would laugh and exclaim that you were crazy and he was touchy 20-23. And you would likely be called a loon for your presumptions.
The only thing I could do was take Niall's advise and then either runaway or break his already broken heart.
I was going to get away from this one way or another.
I broke away from the kiss and stared at him.
"You can't what?" I ask.
"I can not do this, you are confused and it is terrible that I even kissed you as your so vulnerable" he sat down with his head in his hands.
My heart did sting, he felt bad for something I continued.
Even though he started it, I did carry it on. I should have reacted like usual and stormed off, had my tantrum. And then slowly begin to show affection towards him, and it would be more believable, god dammit I probably blew it. He probably is thinking 'what the fuck is happening?'"I should go" he stood up.
"Goodnight, help yourself to the food"
He speed off and seconds later I heard his door slam closed.
"Shit" I mumbled.
"I have probably fucked this up"
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