Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25*

This chapter contains material of a mature theme, please read at your own discression.

We lay there on the floor of the small den that Harry had laid out for us, locked in each other’s warm embraces. We never spoke. Our fingers were entwined; gently rubbing our thumbs over one another’s knuckles, mine still sore from the punch I had delivered earlier that evening. Harry’s faced was peaked by a dimpled smile, showing all of his best features, his gloriously green eyes, his plump pink lips, broad hands and gleaming white teeth.

Harry unexpectedly let out a long and throaty chuckle, causing his entire body to shake in my grip.

“What!?” I asked, a smile on my face. He continued to stare at me, his eyes penetrating deep beneath my features, into my soul, and almost reading my thoughts. His face seemed so much more real than the angelic expression I was used to, his curls dispersed on the makeshift pillow he had created with the numerous blankets and quilts, his usually perfectly formed features distorted by the strange angle of our interaction.

“It’s just…” He continued his prolonged chuckle in between words. “It’s just that you don’t know how beautiful you are.” He continued, raising his hand to caress my cheek and push stray strands of hair past my eyes. I felt the crimson tinge rush to my cheek as his fingertips glided over my skin, each nerve he caressed sent shivers down my spine. Although his words flattered me greatly, I couldn’t help but feel a little patronized at his compliments, his kind words making me think back to the times when Caleb had slandered me so ruthlessly. My face dropped as Harry’s words sunk in, although his sentiment washed over me completely. His free hand gripped my chin and raised my head to look at him, his eyebrows furrowed. He wasn’t angry he just didn’t understand the expression I was portraying.

“What’s wrong love?” He asked, his usually hardened exterior softening into a more willing tone. I looked at him firmly, trying to figure out if it was worth telling him the truth.

“The things Caleb said to me…did to me…they’ll never go away…” I admitted, looking down on the ugly scar that was forever brandished on my white flesh. Harry’s fingertip traced over it lightly, sending a rush of shivers down my spine and sending me into a frenzy of panic and fear. It was the first time anyone but myself had touched the horrendous reminder, and I hated it. I felt violated and desecrated. I flinched under Harry’s touch; involuntarily wriggling out of the grip we had on each other. Harry’s face hardened, his expression becoming one of sadness and hurt, but he didn’t understand the significance of the scar, the importance it held in my life and the traumatic experience it housed.

“Don’t touch it.” I pleaded, my voice holding a childish and begging quality. Harry looked at me with remorse, the look that I so desperately hated. I felt bad for pushing him away, for not bothering to take into consideration his feelings. I edged closer towards him, shuffling on the comfy floor our half-naked bodies were rested upon. I slowly and gently placed a loving kiss on his slightly pouted lips, tenderly nibbling on his lower lip as I did so.

His hands automatically wrapped around my waist, enticing me ever closer to him. His broad chest radiated and undeniable and exhilarating warmth that I seemed to crave, his scent made my heart flutter and the look of lust in his eyes overwhelmed me as our kiss grew in both intensity and ferocity. Before I knew it, he had me on top of him, my waist in between his hands. My bare thighs pressed against the fabric of his tight boxer shorts. Our lips were still locked in a heated embrace, ferociously pressing against one another as our hips began to subconsciously grind against each other. A series of soft moans escaped both our lips as the alien pleasure was felt inside me, and I presume inside him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his breath hitching slightly as I saw the irrevocable sense of lust burst through his emerald orbs. I smiled into our passionate kisses, trying to give off the best vibes I could, enticing him further into our passionate session.