"Can you put your bag in--" Harry spoke, but then I just went inside the bathroom, wanting to be alone. I locked the door and just slumped down on the toilet seat. "Dammit Jasmine, get your fucking stuff out of the way!" He banged on the door.
"You do it yourself!" I shouted in frustration. Two weeks with him was a disaster and I couldn't take it anymore, but I didn't know where to go or what to do. I was stuck with this asshole acting like a jerk, thinking he owns me.
"Jasmine…" I heard him slowly mumble my name, sighing with disbelief. "Please come out." I sighed, rolling my eyes. I slowly unlocked the door and opened the door, seeing a tall Harry, still wearing a bandana, he was wearing a tank top and black jeans, with red Converse. I sighed, walking past him to sit on the couch. He followed me and stood right in front of me, not that near though.
"What?" I mumbled.
"Look, I don't know what is your problem but you have to stop acting like a brat." He said, I scoffed, I stood up harshly. I poked his chest and opened my mouth to protest,
"Me, a brat? Harry, my problem is you! You keep acting like a jerk and never give me some respect! Maybe you should try it some time!" I shouted on top of my lungs, I pushed him out of my way, I decided to leave this flat and go back to my house whether he liked it or not, I do have the keys but my house is plain as white, only my bedroom wasn't cleared.
I entered my house, seeing the floor and wall all plain. I ran upstairs and saw my bedroom, still the same. I jumped on my bed, sighing. I fell asleep and the last thing I saw was a picture of me and my brother.
I felt my arms swinging back and forth, strong arms carrying me as my eyes flutter open. I felt being brought down to the bed gently. I saw blonde hair, but my vision was to blurry. I didn't want to let go of his neck, whoever he was.
"Jasmine." He whispered gently, "Let go, love." I heard his deep irish accent, it was like music to my ears.
"No." I mumbled lazily, not letting go.
"I can only touch her, let go of her." I heard a deep husky voice say, warm hands left me as feet shuffled on the carpet.
"Just remember, she isn't yours, she isn't a thing to play with." I heard a irish accent say, saying sternly. Soon, there was complete silence. I felt someone lay beside me, strong arms pulled me close and I felt a strong chest against my head. I buried my head against his chest, our bodies touching. I glanced at who he was, Harry. I suddenly pushed him away, standing up quickly.
"Get away from me!" I shouted suddenly, surfeited being with him.
"Damn, keep your buttons closed." He chuckled, taking a brief look at my chest. I wasn't wearing a bra, because I was wearing a hoodie a while ago. I struggled, trying tug my long sleeved shirt, covering my chest. Harry chuckled, "Don't worry, it's just me." He stared at me chest, just lying there, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
"You're such a pervert, I'm just afraid you might rape me." I huffed, he chuckled, his chuckle was so sexy and deep.
"It's not rape if you like it." He said in a low voice, his finger circling on the bed sheet.
"Hey guys, we're going out in the park, gonna play some football!" Liam barged in, then his eyes awkwardly looks at my chest. He gulps and he gets a blanket and wraps it around me gently. "Uh… Get dressed guys." Liam left the room quickly, leaving me and Harry alone again. I just sighed and I looked for my hoodie, I spotted it on the couch, I dropped the blanket and I was about to put my hoodie, I felt a tug from my shirt and I felt topless, arms wrapped around just below my breasts.
"I'm sorry for being a jerk this past weeks. If I may, I would pleasure you the way you want it. That's how I apologise." His raspy voice, his lips brushed against my earlobe from behind. Our bodies touched as his crotch touched my bum. He made me shiver, his touch and soft whisper just made me feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart pounded too fast. "Just say it." He whispered, but sternly.
"I just… No I can't, Harry, no." I pushed him away, I huffed, then something both startled us, I held my hoodie against my body to block the view of my chest. Someone screamed in shock, I put on my hoodie fast, Harry ran and I followed, we ran downstairs and saw Niall struggling, a man was hovering over Niall and his back was facing us.
"What the hell is going on?" Harry shouted, having a shocked look on his face. Harry jogged and kicked the man who was attacking Niall, when the man turned around, his face was fucked up. His mouth was bleeding, and he has a lot of bald spots on his head.
"Ugh!" I moaned in disgust, his face looked so horrible, almost dead and pale. Harry got a nearby knife and was about to stab the man.
"Harry! You can't just kill a person!" I shouted, panicking. "Liam, Louis, anyone help!"
"Shut up!" Harry said harshly, then it hit me, the knife slid inside the man's body, the man moaned in pain, he sounded like blood gargling in his mouth, it was disgusting.
"You just killed a man, Harry!" I shouted with fear.
"He was already dead." He said normally, but in a low tone voice. Niall breathed heavily, still started, standing up slowly. I raised my eyebrow, my lips apart in confusion. "It's starting. I knew this day would come."