THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

Chapter Forty nine

I stand in front of the closet, trying to figure out what I should wear to the party. There are so many dresses, each and everyone beautiful it their own way, making it difficult to choose any one. With a sigh, I decide to select the dress by the only way that has helped me choose clothes since high school. I close my eyes and take out one dress.

A smile takes over my lips at the sight of the it. It's a backless navy blue dress, the sequins decorating it beautifully and on top of that, it'll cover all the scars on my arms since it's sleeves are of full length.

I quickly take off my jeans and t-shirt and put the dress on, going over to the dressing table, I look at my reflection in the mirror, loving the way it looks on me,fitting all the curves perfectly and coming down till my knees.

My smile turns into a scowl when I look at my face, it looks pale and ugly, the dark circles and puffiness under my eyes, just adding up to my ugliness . Opening the drawer, I take out the concealer and apply some on my face before putting up some blush on my cheeks. I coat my eyelashes with a coat of mascara and then apply black eyeliner, hoping that all of this will make me look at least a little presentable. In the end, I coat my lips with light pink lipstick and step back to take a final.

"Looking breath taking." The voice makes me jump and a squeal escapes my lips out of surprise.

I place a hand on my heart which is beating like crazy and turn around only to find Harry sitting on the bed, a small smile playing on his lips and eye brows raised in amusement.

"Did I scare you?" Harry says with a chuckle, standing up from his place and making his way towards me.

When he's only at a foot distance from me, I get enough strength to mumble a small yes before looking down at my feet. To say that he intimidates and scares me at a same time won't be wrong at all.

I squirm a little when his arms wrap around my waist, but let him hold me, silently telling myself to stay calm.

"Sorry." Harry says in a low whisper, pulling me closer so that there is no space left between our bodies. "Why are looking at the ground?" He questions, brining his hand to my chin and making me look upwards.

"I'm not." I say the words without even thinking, cursing at myself for being so stupid. Harry lets out a breathy laugh at my words and I feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"I came here to get dressed but," Harry sighs, one of his hand moving up and down my bare back as he brings his lips to my ear before whispering, "thinking of doing something else now." My body tenses and a small squeak escapes my lips when he bites my earlobe, his sudective tone and actions making very clear what is he thinking of.

His words cause the panic to rise in me but I tell myself to stay calm and think of something that will make Harry change his mind, knowing fully well that screaming or pushing him away will only create trouble.

"I...Harry, I need to find heels with this dress and you need to get dressed." I tell him, my voice shaking a little.

Harry lets out a sigh at my words, pressing his forehead to mine, he closes his eyes momentarily, a smile forming on his lips as he opens his mouth to speak.

"We can always kick Zayn out and tell him that we don't want to go to the party." Harry's voice is calm and playful and I relax, feeling relieved that he didn't find my words offensive and he's not angry, yet.

"No." I say in a whining tone,pushing lightly at his shoulders and Harry lets out a chuckle,staying put in his place. His strength over coming mine like always.

"Turn around and close your eyes first."

I stare at him for a moment before I compile to his request, closing my eyes, I turn around with his arms still latched around my waist. I feel extremely nervous when Harry removes his arms from my waist, doing God knows what.The tension building inside of me at the thought of what he's up to.

A small gasp escapes my mouth when I feel his fingers touch my neck as he expertly grabs my hair in his hand, bringing them all over my left shoulder before putting something cold around my neck.

"Open now." Harry whispers lowly in my ear, his arms again wrapping around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder.

I slowly open my eyes, my mouth parting in utter fascination when I see a beautiful diamond necklace adorning my neck. With my eyes wide, I stare at it for a couple of minutes, bringing my hand up to run it over the delicate looking necklace.

"Are you not going to ask where I found it?" Harry asks while peppering the side of my neck with gentle kisses, breaking me out of my trance.

I blink a couple of time, looking at his reflection in the mirror before asking,

"Where did you find it?"

Harry smiles at my question, giving my waist a light squeeze, "I was extremely drunk that night, pissed as well and I had decided to take my anger out on your dinner sets." He pauses breathing in deeply and closing his eyes as if reliving that moment again.

"I kept on breaking the pots and dishes until I got tired and then I just sat down on the ground, staring at the mess I made and suddenly something shiny caught my eye." Harry stops, I watch his reflection in the mirror,waiting for him to continue but he stays silent.

"And?" I urge him to speak, wanting to know the entire thing.

Harry's eyes fly open, his arms tightening around my me and a small frown appearing on his face before he opens his mouth to speak up again.

"And I crawled over to it, picked it up. To say I was surprised to find it won't be wrong, I mean we had searched the entire house for it. So I called out for you, thinking that maybe you'll come back now that I've found your favourite necklace. You never came though."

I'm on a verge of tears when he finishes and for the very first time, my tears aren't for myself, they're for Harry. It's hard to even picture it, a depressed, drunk guy, calling out for the girl he loved so much.

Slowly, I spin around in his arms and hug him tightly and Harry doesn't hesitate to tighten his own hold, a kind of urgency in his action as he presses me closer himself and nuq I don't know why I did it, maybe because I myself needed comfort, someone to hold me or maybe I felt terribly sorry for Harry. Maybe both, I'm not really sure.

"Don't leave again." Harry murmurs, nuzzeling my neck before he adds, "please."

I nod my head in response, not knowing what else to do. I have nothing to say, hell, I'm not even the girl he wants to stay with. Can world be anymore fucked up? I think not.

We stay like this for sometime, Harry not showing even a single sign of letting me go anytime soon. He stays in his place,not letting out a single word,his hand moving up and down my back. I feel awkward being in the arms of a person I barely know.

"Harry." I say hesitantly, not sure whether he'll like the words that will come out of my mouth next or not.

He hums in response, pressing a small kiss to the base of my neck, causing a shudder to pass through my body. I take in a deep breath, knowing that I can not handle all this affection any longer.

I remove my hands from around his neck before saying, "Zayn's waiting outside."

Harry sighs in response, shifting a bit but doesn't fully move away.

"So?" It's the only thing that comes out of his mouth and I roll my eyes, can he just not move and give me some space without me saying it.

"So, move. We're gettin' late."

"When have we ever made it on time anywhere, babe?" Harry says and I take the notes. They never reach anywhere on time. With that Harry moves away a bit but his arms still stay loosely wrapped around me.

"Fine." Harry says and in a swift motion he presses his lips mine, moving away quickly as he pressed them together.

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