His secretive, dark, mystifying character baffled me. His eyes vividly green, the way they would peer at me, making me tremble just at the sight of them meeting mine. His looks were unfathomable and I couldn't deny it. His lips, not too thin and not too plump, a luscious peach color that drew me in. His hair, although ruffled and wild, still caused to me to think of linking my hands in it, working to unravel the knots. His smile, something so sweet and pure but rarely seen, and the dimple created whenever that rare sighting appeared.
I felt a weird sensation whenever I was with him. He did frighten me, but there was something unique and quite strange between us. A shocking connection between us that I couldn't rap my finger around. Harry Styles captivated me.
Goosebumps appeared all over, imitating those that had come to surface earlier when our bodies met for the brief moment of time. I could feel his warm, steamy hot breathe down my neck. My body was itching for him all throughout me. The fire burning within me craving something, craving him. But no, I can't have him. I have Liam, and Liam is the one that I love. He is the one that I imagine touching me all over. He is the man I need in my life, not some immature dumbass who is looking for a hook-up.
His danger and dark ways is what draws me in like bait on a hook. I was his prey. And unfortunately, like most prey, I was about to be eaten. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.
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The difficult shower had its obstacles but I managed to overcome them and actually finish. Sliding the glass door that surrounded my shower, I placed my feet on my rug and wrapped myself with my towel that was hanging on the rack. As the towel hugged around me, I grabbed my phone, checking to see if I had any messages from Liam, but instead, I had a text from a random number.
"Wear something hot" the letters that filled my screen formed. Who is this? What's this person talking about. My heart strained at my feelings as I could only think of one person who could say that. Harry. The peculiar mixture between fear and interest was restraining my thoughts to only him. Part of me couldn't help but to be attracted to this man. The other part was purely horrified of what he had in mind.
The trembling of my puny fingers typed "Who is this?" The only thing I could hear was my heart beating. I clicked the Send button fearful of what would be replied. Stop being stupid! You have to get ready, my thoughts were telling me. I quickly put my phone down and started dressing. I put on a black, tight, long sleeved dress and red heels. Showing some cleavage, and showing my curves, this is how I imagined myself going to a party. I never actually have been to any parties, considering how low I am on the popularity scale. The farthest I have been to a party was my mothers birthday party which consisted of five people, my mom and I, and the neighbors.
Still shaken up I repeatedly would check my phone to see if anyone had responded. Nothing. After it completely dried, I swiftly ironed my hair, making sure not to miss any waves that liked to hide under the mane of hair on my head. Unplugging my phone once again, I grabbed my purse and splashed myself with Coco Chanel perfume. A big huff fell from my lips as I mentally decided I was ready.
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I was lounging on my love seat as I heard the familiar knocking on my door. His face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as I creaked opened the mahogany wooden door. He looked amazing.
He was wearing a simple black t-shrit with a red cardigan tied around his slim waist, accompanied by washed-out jeans and white sneakers. And placed on top of his head laid a white snapback that was in support of the Miami Heat basketball team. Although his outfit was simple, I couldn't find him anymore attractive. Resisting my temptation of touching him will be rather difficult tonight.
Chapter 5
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