My feet felt like the floor was lava, as I ran to his window swiftly gripping my hands to the side of his door. "Take me to the shooting," I demanded, hopefully sounding enforcing.
His ray bands were placed to cover his eyes, hiding his true reaction as all I saw was the reflection of myself in them. His looks were illegible, I could not absorb any vibes that he was giving off. Implying that he wasn't just about to give in to how I was forcing him to take me, he fixed himself in the same position until he heard the right words flow from my mouth and into his ears.
"Harry can you please take me.." I sounded like a little girl asking her mother to buy her something she obviously doesn't need. His fingers enveloped his sun glasses, bringing them down so our eyes could reconnect. Scanning my reaction, admiring the words that I just said to make sure they were true, he spoke.
"Get in."
Filled with rage as I ended up babying him with the answer he wanted, I stammered to the car, yanking the door open with all my might, causing it to fly. I made my way in, slamming the door once again. He looked at me, his eyes furrowed with anger, "Don't ever fucking do that to my car again... ever. " His voice emphasized "ever" as it was louder than the rest of his sentence. Good, I had pissed him off.
His long fingers wrapped around the dangling keys, turning them, the engine roaring. I buckled up, not knowing how Harry drove. If it depended on his mood, then I was definitely dead. The ride there was scarily silent, giving me time to think. Last night was inexplicable, something I couldn't wrap my mind around. There were no words to define my feelings towards it, and I tried barricading my thoughts into a part of my brain that I no longer accessed. What happens if Harry tells Liam about yesterday? I felt my stomach turn upside down and goosebumps raise on every part of my skin. Avoiding the unnecessary confrontation is the only option I had.
There was something there, something that connected Harry and I in a peculiar way. Most of my thoughts were manifested of him, consuming me, leaving only a small part for my other thought. I peered over to look at Harry. He was keeping his pair of eyes locked on the road, intensely staring at the traffic that surrounded us. His plump, cherry stained lips peeled slightly from each other, leaving a small gap between his mouth. His hair was messily pulled back as usual, a disheveled amount of tufted hair with curls that ran around his ears. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, adding to the "bad ass" look I guess he was going for. His muscles were tightly constrained by his white shirt. It was easy to see the cuts in his arms and the veins that popped out on his forearm, adding to the gaudy masculine look he always seemed to have.
I guess my eyes burned through him as he turned his head towards me. The smirk he had on his face was inevitable, as he liked it when I was eaten up by his charm. The enticement of his beauty was simply irresistible, he was the apple, and I was the innocent princess that took the bite from it. The poison flowed throughout my veins, consuming me piece by piece killing me slowly.
"You like what you see?" he snickered, knowing his looks were alluring and tempting. The mixture of bashfulness and anger came out of me, making my eyebrows crease in the middle of my forehead, the familiar sensation of pink creeping onto my cheeks. I twisted my head, instantly dodging the awkwardness that would've happened if I kept staring at him.
I was watching the cars that we passed due to Harry's deranged driving. The thought floated to my mind as it wondered off to what Liam was doing. My heart ached for Liam, whenever he wasn't with me, it created a sort of black hole, sucking in all of my love and feelings. I missed him.
I suddenly felt the alien touch of fingers skim my skin, instantly causing goosebumps to rise from my skin. "Don't worry, I know you can't resist." The devious grin arose from his plump lips as his hands arose closer and closer up my thigh. My thoughts were like a car crash, no time to react the proper way, and no time to absorb what was really happening. Instinctively, I slapped his hand off my thigh, hopeful he got the picture that I was not interested.
Chapter 6
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