"You're right, I'm sorry," he said staring straight ahead. He picked up
my wrists in his hands. I watched as he brought them to his mouth, planting kissing on my scars. He looked
up at me seductively while kissing and licking my scars lightly all over. My mouth was now gaped open, I moaned as I felt Harry's warm tongue glide across my skin. I closed my eyes biting my lip as I heard him kissing and practically making out with my wrist. Harry's eyes were closed, practically sending me off the edge.
I quickly pulled back my arms.. My cheeks red with embarrassment.
I wiped off my wrists on my sweater vest, staring straight at Harry. I figured he would be just as embarrassed as I was at what just happened, but he wasn't, at all. He leaned forward grinning his cheeky smile, planting a light kiss on my once bloody forehead that I had banged off the wall. As he pulled back from kissing me he said, "Marcel, I'm gonna do everything in my power to protect you, maybe that will show you how sorry I am." I gulped, feeling like there was something hard in my throat. I looked at Harry, eyes wide open and cheeks still red, well now kind of a pinkish color. 😳 "I wanna show you that I'm begging for you're forgiveness Marcel, begging!" Harry said crying out to me holding my hands in his again. He leaned in toward me again, this time his mouth was lightly pressing against my ear. I was tingling inside as I felt Harry's warm, deep breathe against my ear. "I'll even get on my knees," Harry whispered as he pulled back winking at me rubbing my leg. I shook my head throwing his hand off of my thigh. "I've heard enough Harry, now please get out," I said strictly trying to be strong and ignore my sexual attraction towards my older brother. Harry slowly got up walking out of my room. "Goodnight Marcel," Harry said smiling at me before shutting my door. I said nothing, this was weird. It must have been a trap, joke, or prank.
Even if Harry was being serious, I couldn't forgive him. After the years and years of torture and pain, it wouldn't be that easy. Since I'm a good person, I'll try to forgive Harry, but I won't forget what he's done. If only Harry would have been sweet to me since the beginning, if only
I knew I could trust him and if only he acted like a normal big brother. I always wondered why he even started hating me in the first place. Now, he was trying to make up for all he's done. But why did he lick and kiss my wrists like that? Why did he give me that seductive look? Why did he always gesture dirty things to me, thinks that he knew aroused me? Sometimes
I wondered if..... no no that's crazy. I'm sick for even thinking that could be possible. But sometimes I wondered if Harry was into me, or if sometimes he was attracted to like he knew I was attracted to him. I tried to hide it, but i could tell he knew. Harry wasn't the brightest in school, but he was smart. He could figure things out, and I started to become embarrassed of that fact that I was attracted not only to my bully, but my brother. I tried to get
my mind off things 😣 trying to understand Harry. Whether this was all a prank, or if he was truly trying to be sincere and be a better brother. Idk. But I did know it was really hard to understand Harry Styles. I turned off my lamp, and fell into a deep sleep.