I'm Yours [h.s]

Chapter 23 ~Only when I'm drunk~

“It’s hot” I mumbled pulling at the collar of my black shirt. The room was burning. I got up on my feet, throwing the glasses on her bed and balanced myself slowly as I walked to the open door that lead to her bathroom. Without a second thought I opened up the shower and went inside, with my clothes and stood under the cold water.

“What the hell are you doing?” Molly asked shocked standing beside the door spreading her hands out and her eyebrows brought close together in confusion.

“It’s hot” I shrugged, “Join me” Molly let out a laugh and shook her head, “Please” I pouted and held my hand out for her. I was already soaked with water, my shoes filling up with the uncomfortable floods of water. My hair set flat on my forehead as I waited for Molly to come in with me.

She ran inside laughing and took my hand as I pulled her into the shower with me. Loud laughs filled the bathroom as we were both being drenched with mildly cold/warm water. I hugged Molly close to me and she placed her head on my chest as the laughter dried out, leaving us drenched with happiness – and water.

I pushed her slowly by her shoulders and brought her face in both my hands. Even though the rest of the room, and everything else was a daze, Molly wasn’t. She was perfectly situated right in front of me, clearer than any day I have been sober in.

Slowly, I glanced at her lips and back to her blue eyes. Her hair was poking at her beautiful eyes. I bent down close to her and crashed my lips to hers without hesitance. She tasted like strawberries. Her lips were intoxicating as I pulled on her bottom lip biting it, receiving a moan from her. I smirked as I continued to kiss her heatedly. She wasn’t complaining – she was kissing me back.

Her hands that found their way to my neck slowly drifted down my back to my waist and she squeezed my sides. I moved my hands from her face and got out of the shower still not breaking the kiss, even though I was dying for a breath of air.

I didn’t want to lose any moment. Every guard was let down as soon as my lips touched hers – no! As soon as I intently looked at her deep blue eyes, I forgot all my worries. Now no longer did the whiskey control me, I was drunk on the taste of her strawberry lips.

Finding our way to the bed, she dragged her body to the bed and I held myself on top of her moving my lips with sloppy kisses from the corner of her lips, to her jaw and slowly down under her ear searching for her weak spot.

The guards were standing in my conscious mind holding back any logic that was supposed to be creeping its way to my mind and telling me to stop. They held their ground. My logic was trapped behind those guards in a cruel prison. But I did not care, I just wanted Molly.

Molly needed no logic.

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Aside from the piercing pain in my head, I felt like a sensation of happiness run through me. I opened my eyes slowly with a smile. Why was I relieved? Why was I smiling? This is new. It’s been a while. I like this feeling. It’s happy.

Stretching my body, I sat on my side and nearly shrieked. Sleeping beside me was someone. And that wasn’t any someone. I know this person. I can recognize that hair anywhere. She can be miles away from me and I would recognize her.

As soon as I set my eyes on her sleeping body beside me, the memories from yesterday come flooding in like a waterfall. I grunt internally and get up slowly, noticing that I was only donned in my black Calvin Klein boxers. I grabbed my wet clothes that were scattered on the floor and dragged my feet to the door slowly turning the knob hopping I won’t wake Molly up and left her room.

I stood outside her bedroom taking deep breaths.

What the fuck have I done? I ran across the hallway – half naked – and remembered my hotel room number, I slid the wet key in – shocked that it worked – and slid into the room. Throwing the wet clothes on the floor carelessly I laid myself on my bed. It wasn’t as comfortable as Molly’s, even though all the beds were the same throughout every room in this hotel.

I ruffled my hair in frustration, seriously, what the fuck have I done?

A knock on the door startled me as I nearly fell off the edge of the bed.

“Harry you in there?” the familiar voice called out. I stood up immediately and opened the door pulling the brunette inside the room without hesitation, “Whoa what’s wrong? You alright?”

“I fucked up Louis! I fucked up” I paced around the room, “I shouldn’t have drank yesterday, holy shit” I looked at the clock on my bed stand, “fuck how long have we slept?”

“Yeah that’s why I came- wait, we?”

Oh he’s catching up.

“I fucked up” the pain was evident in my eyes I knew it. The guards that were holding my conscious and guilt thoughts were defeated. They were being attacked by the prisoners. The prisoners – my thoughts – are let loose. My brain is going to explode.

“What happened?”

I sat down on the bed while Louis stayed still standing up and I explained to him every detail, from my drinking, to kissing Molly. No further details than that. He let out the breath he was holding and his eyes flew wide open.

“What about-“

Another knock on the door startled me. This knock was loud; it wasn’t soft and normal like Louis’. I walked to the door and opened it to only be pushed back by someone hitting me on my chest with their small hands.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” The girl I was planning to avoid for the rest of my life again screamed at me, “YOU DON’T SPEND THE NIGHT AND FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE” she pointed her finger accusingly at me. Her face was red, steaming with anger. Water could evaporate on her skin. She looked behind me and saw Louis who was standing dumbfounded, “Fuck” she mumbled and looked at the floor. She held her head in her hands fixing the hair that was falling on her forehead.

“I think you should leave” I finally said.

“What do you mean?” she snapped her head looking at me, “That’s it?”

“I-I this is not right” I explained, still standing there in my boxers. I felt self-conscious in the middle of two people half naked.

“Well don’t you think you should have thought about that before?” she fumed.

“I would only want you when I’m drunk” I said, my voice rising, “Do you want that Molly, do you?”

“Fuck you” she spat and turned around leaving the room. Leaving me with my guilt and Louis who was no longer standing dumbfounded, rather shocked and disappointed.

“Dick move” he said and left me alone with my demons – my thoughts.

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