Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 75

S t e l l a

I honestly don't know what I'm doing. This is exactly how I didn't want this to go. I'm supposed to be cuddling with Harry and kissing him and telling him how much I love him and how happy I am to be with him. I certainly was not expecting Marcel to show up and I certainly don't know what to do now that he is here. Harry stands in front of me shock clear written across his face. I can tell by the way his face switches from agitated to calm that he's trying not to get angry but I know him well enough by now to know that he is. I rub my palms together and nod in decision.

"Can you come later?" I have the audacity to ask and his mouth twitches.

"In all honesty Stella.." He begins, exhaling through his nostrils and they flare. "you can go to hell."

My heart clenches and I bite down on my lip. "I..I know that you're angry with me b-"

"Angry?" He laughs and my heart begins thumping. "I'm so angry I don't even recognize this feeling. It's more than just anger," His eyes are cold and unforgiving.

"You do realize that we just had sex right? That I took your virginity?" He spits and my mouth opens in shock even though I  know that what he's saying is true. I don't know what to say and I don't want to say the wrong thing so I keep my lips sealed. His long fingers comb through his hair as he begins to pace the room.

"See, if I do leave right now, you can't say that I fucked you and just left. You're fucking kicking me out," He cheeks are a deep red and his fists are continuously clenching and unclenching. A bitter laugh escapes his lips as he stops in front of me. "what the hell is going on here? What can't you tell me in front of him?"

"Harry, it's not like that..really," I mumble, unable to meet his eyes.

"You do realize that I'm your boyfriend right?" His voice sounds seconds from bursting into a yell.

"I..I know," I didn't. I almost forgot that he asked me to be his girlfriend. This is completely not how I wanted this to happen. I bite on my cheeks and watch with wide eyes as he sits on the bed.

"I'm not leaving," He stubbornly declares.

"Harry.." I moan.

"What? Is there a problem?" A soft knock sounds on the door and we both know that it's Marcel giving us a warning of his entrance.

"Can you..please?" I sound desperate and he notices, but his eyes stay narrowed and his body doesn't move. The room seems to be colder and the crisp air makes me shiver. That, or I'm nervous and the warmth radiating from Harry's body has evaporated, along with his thin patience.

"Just, wait in here," I say and rush out the door before he is able to say anything in objection. I softly close the door behind me and I'm greeted by Marcel's sly smirk. I am automatically annoyed and I push at his chest to advance in going somewhere far from where we are standing now.

"What's wrong? You look annoyed." He says, and I walk past him to perambulate down the stairs.

He follows behind me, "I am." I bitterly snap.

"Look really, your father is doing me a favor so I'm doing him one too." He says, his voice clear of any humor.

When we reach the stairs I head straight for outside, leaving the door open for him to follow after.

"Tell me everything. Now," I cross my arms and he rubs the back of his neck with his palms. I can't help but notice how his simple black shirt hugs his body, how his black jeans hug his legs. His and Harry's lack of style fascinate me. They are both deathly similar too.