He pushed me up against the wall, placing his palms on either side of my face and dipping his head, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Hovering his lips over my neck, he spoke.
"So, you think you can just strut in here and expect kisses and roses?"
His voice was raspy and hard.
"You think you can walk in here, hips swaying and want love?"
Not a single trace of care or love.
But what did I expect then, coming to Harry Styles for my problems.
Everyone knows Harry isn't one for dating. Everyone knows Harry isn't one for sweet kisses.
Everyone knows Harry isn't One For Roses.