Palas

48. "How come I'm almost naked and you're fully dressed?"

*WARNING, sexual content and don't worry. This will be the only chapter ;)*

"Look Harry, I should go." I stand up from my seat grabbing the dirty plate to place it on the counter.

I really should leave Harry to find James and talk through what happened. The image of him kissing Rosie, my future collapsing right in front of me comes haunting back now that I am in the safety of my own mind again. Not distracted by Harry and his story about his family, my mind starts to clear again. I know that I have to talk to him, to see what we can still heal. But Harry's pout is making it hard for me to leave him. Especially now that I know how he thinks about people who cheat, I know he won't let me go easily.

"Go? Why? I wasn't joking when I offered you to sleep here." He levels himself to eye contact, his blazing green eyes making my knees weak.

I look over my shoulder to the bed, there's no couch, only his bed. He spent so many nights there with other girls. I can't help but feel uneasy to spend the night with him in that bed. Especially after we kissed and it felt good.

"I know and I appreciate the offer, but I really should go-" talk to James my mind adds too stunned to do anything else as my words are pushed back by Harry's mouth.

His actions are rushed and rough as he pins me against the window with his hands on my shoulders. They don't stay there for long as his fingers fiddle with my dress, even through the fabric he sets my skin on fire. As his hands rake up and down my hips I can't help but push them towards him. In between our deep kiss he groans at the contact of our lower bodies, the noise making my blood boil in the best possible way.

The combination of his lips and his hands on my body build up a heat spreading to every fiber that I forget completely about what I was planning to do. What we're doing doesn't justify what James did to me, but it doesn't stop me as I let the plate fall out of my hands.

It falls into a million pieces on the brown tiles of his balcony. Describing in one imagine how broken and twisted I feel as I let Harry push me inside. His bed - the bed I feared moments ago - that now I want him to push me on.

He bites slowly on my lower lip, tugging it towards him. His pupils are fully dilated as I stare in to his eyes. My breath gets stuck in my throat when one of his hands disappears under my dress. His fingers caress the spot where he knows my tattoo is and somehow my fingers are doing the same with his rose.

The silence between us is buzzing in my ears and the doubts starts to creep back now that he stopped kissing me. Our staring contest is broken when he leans in to kiss my lips gently. They brush against mine while I know he's still eyeing me for my reaction. I must look puzzled with my constant frown and pinched shut eyes.

He presses one soft kiss on my lips that lingers there as he pulls away, his breath fanning against my face.

"Let go," he whispers and I know he's right. I should let go.

I almost jump forward to clear all the space between us. I let my instincts take over as I kiss him, my tongue lingering in his mouth. Just like I thought, it feels good to kiss someone like this. My hands find their way into his hair and tangle in his long curls. My mind goes blank, like it only does around Harry, as I let myself fall back on the bed.

Harry lowers himself on top of me after removing his shirt. I have seen him shirtless countless time, but here in the safety of his own room that is barely lighted, I can't help but sigh at the beautiful sight of him. My hands lightly travel down from his chest to the line of hair just above his jeans.

Where before I would dread to open up James's trousers, I am now struggling to open Harry's. Struggling out of excitement. Harry's eyebrows rise as he sees me attempting to rip all his clothes off in mere seconds. I'm not sure if this is what I should do, but my body wants it. I want him with every fiber and I might have wanted him since the moment I laid eyes on him.