part fourteen

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Lydia Styles

Harry has not left me alone since we returned from the hospital. For someone who got stabbed in the side of his abdomen, he was quite the ball of energy.

He's been trying to get me in the bedroom since we got back, but we ended up having a couple drinks with everyone downstairs. We weren't drunk, though.

But I went upstairs for a minute, just to grab a sweater because I was cold, and like clockwork he had followed me up here and shut the door behind him.

I barely even had the black zip up sweater on my body before he grabbed me by the chin and pushed me against the wall, his lips connecting with mine quickly and roughly.

"Harry-" I say between the sloppy kisses.

"Hmm?" he murmurs into my lips. "I just wanted to kiss you."

I bring my hands up to his chest and gently push him away with a small chuckle. "We both know where this is gonna end up going." I say.

"Is that such a bad thing?" he shrugs, standing in front of me and watching me intently.

"Yes. You're injured." I shake my head. He should know better.

"I don't give a shit."

"You should." I respond immediately, standing in front of him with crossed arms and a heavy glare.

"Why so serious?" his lips curl into a smirk.

God, he's so fucking annoying.

"Harry-"

He steps up to me again, taking small strides towards me and backing me up towards the bed. "You're so sexy when you're mad at me."

I glare at him as he grabs my hips and dives his head into the side of my neck, kissing me tenderly before pulling away and looking straight into my eyes.

"I wanna have freaky sex, baby." he smirks.

"Yeah?" I tilt my head. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"I know you want to as well." he mutters. "I can see that gleam in your eye." He rubs a circle around my hips with the tip of his finger, teasingly playing with the waistband of my leggings.

"You were stabbed."

"Baby, tell me something I don't know." he lets out a small breathy chuckle.

I sigh in frustration as he backs my body up against the edge of the bed, hands still on my hips. "You're really trying to push my limit tonight, aren't you?"

He bites his lip. "Is it working?"

I glare at him, just making him smirk more. He knew he was aggravating me.

"You wanna know what I'm thinking about, baby?" he tilts his head and runs his hand up the side of my body, his skin grazing mine.

I don't answer, I just sharply inhale.

"I'm thinking about having you bent over the side of the bed, your hands behind your back and my fingers around your neck." he says in a low voice, my heart beat picking up in my chest. "I'm thinking about fucking you in the shower with my hand over your mouth so the others don't hear your moans,and-" he grabs my hand and brings it up to his head full of brown curls. "—your fingers tangled in my hair."

I wasn't breathing. He brought his mouth right to my ear, his breath wavering over the skin on my neck. I bit my lip as I tried to show no reaction to his words, but on the inside I was going wild.

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