Dust Bones [Harry Styles]

035

When I walked inside, pressing my back against the door to shut it, I saw Harry furiously removing his clothing. I stood there, grasping the now turned off tablet in my hands tighter, as if it would slip and shatter the screen.

With concern, I watched him undress until he was in his underwear. Like almost an irritating young boy, he flipped the covers on the mattress over and slipped inside. He then covered himself and remained silent.

I briefly thought of what I should say, knowing very well that he's not tired.

"You shouldn't listen to what Zayn says...because to be honest...you haven't changed." I started, staring at the head of curls.

"You're still...well let's face it, you're still an asshole."

My words made him sit up, and he eyed me with such sarcasm and annoyance that I felt like I was being thrown knives at.

He didn't say anything, he only stared at me with much irritation. I would feel irritated if someone couldn't say the right words I wanted to hear, but with someone like Harry anything could possibly be what he wanted to hear.

I pressed my lips together and looked away from him, setting down the tablet and walking towards the bed. He lied back down just as I settled into the sheets, and my lips parted as he grasped my arms and pulled my body onto his.

Then I closed them, nearly getting used to being pulled and placed and all. I lied my head on his chest, arms outstretched and legs following. In my position, I looked like a star fish. Harry sighed and murmured, "This might actually want to make me laugh."

My head raised and I stared at him carefully. I waited a few seconds before I said, "Your tendency to be bipolar is maddening."

"You are maddening in general."

"Wow, thanks."

"No problem, Dollface," he remarked.

I sat up, straddling his waist and placing my hands on his chest. He shifted a bit, moving his head until he felt comfortable enough. His eyes watched me expectantly, and I said, "Let's actually talk about what just happened with you and Zayn." 

"How about we don't...and we..." he slowly sat up, using an arm for support and then using his free hand to caress my cheek. I felt his breath fan against my lips, and like a brief memory I remembered the feeling of his soft, plump lips.

My hands pushed against his chest as hard as I could, and it left him breathless. He looked up at me with parted lips, eyebrows raised.

"Not today," I answered with a faint, cocky smile. "Surprise you?"

"It was actually very hot."

"Thanks," I replied briefly, pretending I didn't care what he thought of my actions. "About you changing..." 

Harry shook his head, stopping me from speaking. "Look, I don't want to address that because it'll make everything worse. Trust me. We're better off not talking about it."

"But it's important that we --"

"It's important that you stop that before I get angry and that you sleep. Our timing has been off lately." He sternly informed me, not without trying to get me off of him. My face gradually turned into displeasure, eyebrows furrowing and my lips frowning.

I tightened my legs around his waist, refusing to let go. Harry gave me a look, and I sighed heavily, leaning down to move my face closer to his. He inhaled deeply, waiting for me to say something of protest, but it never came.

"Okay." I answered quietly.

My body grew in warmth when his hands placed themselves at my waist. He raised his head a little in order to shorten and fill the space between our lips. My hand placed itself at the back of his neck, holding him there while the other was rested against his chest. His kiss was soft and surprisingly slow.

I couldn't stop every time our lips met again, the sound of our kissing being the only audible thing besides our breaths and the sound of the blanket as he lifted it to envelop both of our bodies beneath it. A soft whimper escaped my mouth when he bit his teeth into my bottom lip, tugging at until he let it bounce back into place.

Then he deepened the kiss, and my body chilled. I just couldn't resist his kiss and his affection, which led me to truly believe I was completely infatuated with him, but not for a short period of time. For much longer.

Not much longer, he turned us over so he was hovering over my body, encasing me in that warmth that was rare, especially from someone so cold like him. I found myself, as usual, enjoying it.

He kissed my lips one last time for the night, murmuring, "When I'm gone tomorrow, try not to blow a fuse and burn the place down. Okay, baby?"

"Can't make any promises."

 n/ updating again later due to the fact that I didn't update fo days.