lust // h.s.

Thoughts

I push him off, grasping his hand I pull him toward the others.

"What's wrong Char?" He asks, stopping me. "Nothing Harry."

I just didn't want to be alone with him.

Like.

At all.

I sit down on the log, as Louis and Liam build a fire. Okay people.

Harry cuddles beside me, and I fins myself quickly lost in thought.

I was a virgin.

And it was going to stay that way.

Right?

Right.

I mean I was barley 17, and Harry was 19.

And I mean. Just like. No.

God.

I was probably just over exaggerating.

Like, who would have sex in a tent?

"I think we're gonna go to bed lads" Harry says, grasping my hand.

We walk away a bit, as I see a small tent which me and Harry climb in.

Harry lays me down and climbs beside me, peeling his shirt and pants off.

I lifted my dress off, and held the covers to shelter me. "Can I have your shirt?" I ask, gesturing towards it.

He just lays down, "Harry, did you here me?" I plead. He takes my body, "Just lay down baby."

I resist, "Harry just give me your shirt." He forces my body down next to him. "Close your eyes."

What the hell had gotten into him?

"Harry." He roughly pulls me closer to him. "Harry!" I practically yell, he pushes my head into his shoulder.

Oh God.

He was so fucking bipolar.

I swear.

His arms hold me tightly against him, as I lay there I can feel one hand rub the small of my back.

Okay.

Maybe he was done with his goddamn tantrum.

But really.

He would be wonderful all day, and then in a blink of an eye he would be so pissed off at me.

Like so pissed.

So pissed it wasn't even real-

As I'm in thought again I feel Harry's large hand move from my back to my stomach, and down.

He slowly toys with my underwear for a moment before slipping in.

Aw fuck.

"Harry." I whisper, not wanting to wake the others. As his hand grows close to me, I grasp his arm.

"Harry. Harry stop." I plead.

I mean. He had already done this to me.

But.

It was different now, because I knew what he wanted to do.

With with his other hand he lifted my chin up so I faced him.

"Harry, please-"

His finger quickly jotted in me, making a throaty moan escape me.

The familiar rush quickly took over me.

He plunged his finger into me roughly, I cried out in pain. He hadn't touched me like that before.

As he churled his finger inside me I could feel his joints moving.

My breath increased quickly, and I hurried my face in his shoulder.

Another finger plunged in, and I lost it.

I was craving this.

But at the same time I wanted to slap him.

Another finger.

I bit down on his shoulder, and felt himself inching out of his underwear.

No. No. No. No. No.

"Harry. I. I don't want to."

He catches my eyes, and looks at me. Just looks at me.

Pulling his hand out he rolls over, so he wasn't facing me.

I slowly lay a hand on his hot shoulder, and he quickly pushes me off.

"Harry." I murmer, feeling bad.

Aw fuck did I give him blue balls?

No.

He didn't even get hard, so that's impossible.

I creep against his body, "Har-"

"Just fuck off Charlotte."