If I Can't Have You // Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter XII

Chapter twelve

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If you know me in person, this is going to be very, very awkward. just, uh, scroll down and read the second part. thank you.

"I'm underwater but I feel like I'm on top of it"

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He rolled his eyes in reaction. "Quite finished with your rant?"

"No, you're so arrogant and narcissistic, you're an asshole-"

"What did you just call me?" William asked, threatening. He looked really scary but oh well, now that I was at it, I could as well just tell him my whole opinion on him.

"I said you were an asshole and - "

I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine.

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The next thing I knew, I was grabbing his neck and pressing my lips to his. There was so much tension between us that I was unable to withstand it any longer. Arguing with him was leading to nowhere, so I figured we'd just have to settle it this way.

It wasn't a gentle, tender kiss. I made a point of letting him know that he was driving me insane, that I couldn't stand his preposterous behaviour. I let all my irritation, my anger, but also the tiny bit of fondness I had gained for him, flow into the kiss.

My teeth almost collided with his, and I pushed him up against the nearest wall, my hands on his shoulders, holding him steady, trying to pull him down to my height. Damn, he was so tall!

Harry, however, took a moment to react, he didn't seem to be realising what was happening. But when I pushed desperately against him, wanting him to return the kiss to release his aggression, he did begin to seem to come out of his trance. I buried both my hands in his hair and pulled at it hard as he kissed me fiercely now. I loved the feel of his curls in my hands, they were just the right length. The pressure of his mouth on mine was becoming almost hurtful now that he was slowly gaining confidence, but it was exactly what had been necessary. It was right, what was going on between us, it addressed the root of our problems, the dangerously electric sparks that had been there from the first moment we met.

The ferocity of his next kiss made me let out an embarrassing whimper of frustration, and Harry took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised by his action and struggled to breathe at all. His proximity was an intoxicating sensation that made me woozy and my head spinning.

It had started with me being the dominant one, but now Harry had quickly reversed positions. He was now dominating me from above, towering over me. His big hands were wrapped tightly around my waist, digging into my flesh, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan as he pulled me closer and closer until my almost naked body was pressed completely against his. Through the thin button-up he wore, I could get a close look at his uncovered chest.

"Fuck," he moaned into my mouth as I pulled even harder on his curls, and it went straight to my cock.

I had definitely lost my ability to think properly as I kissed him, sliding my hands under his loose shirt, and moving them over his flat, firm stomach. Which caused him to moan and start grinding against me. I smiled inwardly at the power I had over him, but then he took my lower lip between his teeth and tugged on it sharply, as if to hurt me. I hissed at the pain and pressed him harder against the wall. I guess he had the same power over me.