Stall 2

Chapter 10.

"I rarely say what I'm thinking now
You got a feeling, an aching you know I won't allow
When that blade touched your skin
I was amazed you'd let me in"

(P.S. Landon Tewers just put out a new album, love that for Stall 2)

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Pretty sure I'm gonna die at 23.

The way Harry looked at me when he's finished his sentence before he hauled us up off the couch with my legs wrapped around his waist, and stalked towards the bedroom without another word had me feeling like I was gonna need a funeral for my damn cervix.

I know Harry, so I wasn't exactly expecting to come home and play uno then go to sleep - he'd been trying to tease me all night with taunting words and touches but that's also not unusual for him. But the look on his face with his brows dropped and pinched together with his jaw set hard makes me think I'm in for more than I bargained for.

My stomach is buzzing with anticipation when he walks me through the bedroom door; striding towards the bed before he drops me onto it and I land on my back with a not so graceful bounce and he's crawling over top of me before I have the chance to gather my wits about myself.

He has his knees perched either side of my hips, with his hands resting next to my head as he stares me down with a look that makes me want to shrink back into the mattress.

It's so conflicting.

Imagine a lion hovering over you, looking like it wants to suck the meat from your bones but also looking like a kitten that adores you.

Absolute contradiction.

I still have all of my emotions being catapulted around my body from him giving me that ring; the amount of meaning behind it and how much thought he had put into it. I never imagined getting something like that from him, and I spent so long trying to pry open that door inside himself that he kept shut; now it's wide open showing me the most vulnerable parts of him and I almost don't know what to do with myself.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to not drag you into one of the rooms at Sophie's, and fuck you senseless tonight?" he asks, looking over my face as he licks his lips.

Well judging by how thin the material of those swimming shorts were tonight, I'd say pretty hard.

I couldn't help snickering to myself when I had to grab Harry a towel to cover himself before he'd get out of the pool after he'd come up to hug me from behind; letting his hands wander over my skin under the water and whispering dirty things in my ear that left him just as frustrated as me.

Unfortunately for Harry, it's not as obvious when a girl is aroused - and wet swimming shorts made it very obvious on him.

I can't help giggling to myself as I think about it; Harry sitting with all of us eating dinner like a pouty toddler covered by a towel and trying to hide his affliction with his paper dinner plate on his lap.