His hair dramatically flipped as he pulled his head back, his eyes dark in his effort to appeal sexy. I didn't want to laugh, probably because part of me wondered whether he was being serious or not.
He pressed our noses together, his lips lightly touching mine. "Am I your heroine?"
"Stop," I giggled, each hand grasping hold of his heated face, and with that I pecked his lips ever so gently. "You're weird-"
He cut me off as he suddenly kissed me back with passion, catching me off guard as he harshly bit my lip snaked his tongue inside my mouth. I kissed him back, and it was hard. Roughly, his hands fisted my hair and yanked my head back, revealing my bare neck to him. He pressed his lips to my skin, licking, kissing and staining my skin with his red mouth. His hands then lowered to the small of my back with force, his arms pulling me into him as his back hit the mattress with me rolling on top of him.
Laughing, I grasped hold of his jaw to hold him perfectly still as I was about to place another kiss. But he seemed expressionless, his stare on the ceiling above him as his smile faded. His lips were a little parted, with the red lipstick smudged like a bloody debris.
His emerald eyes ignited, and he exhaled.
Curious yet concerned, I spoke softly. "What are you thinking about?"
He snapped, his eyes growing naive and confused as he sat up with me shifting off of him. Just as I was about to sit up alongside him, he leaned forward and pinned me back down. One hand rested at my cheek, and the other holding himself up so he didn't put his weight on me. He pressed one, soft kiss to my lips, and with that he gently nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.
Once my fingertips delicately traced up and down his spine, he relaxed into my touch and lay on top of me. I didn't know what had caused this, maybe it was an unhappy memory. I let him fall asleep moments after, he was drunk out of his mind and I didn't want to move him.
I forced myself asleep also, because I vaguely remember that Harry had something he wanted to say.
There wasn't a part of my body that didn't ache. My lips were dry as a bone, and it was hard to breathe. Opening my eyes, I saw her. She was under me, her eyes closed with her beautiful lips pouting.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her.
But first I needed some water.
I made sure I didn't awake her as I quietly crept to my feet, my hand reaching for the door as I tiredly pulled myself up. I strolled quietly to the bathroom, my face dropping a little as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror opposite. The first thing I noticed was the dark, smudged colours all over my skin.
I washed my face with cold water and nothing else. I stood weakly, my hands on either side of the sink as I deeply groaned. I took two glasses and filled them with water. I drank them both, and then had to refill them again. I drank my glass on the way back to our small little room, quietly placing the glass of water beside Harley as she peacefully slept.
I sat up straight, my back against the harsh, cold wall as I smoked a cigarette. I felt cold, maybe I had slight alcohol poisoning. All I knew was that I felt like utter shit, and there was nothing to smile about.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.