The Right Road to Love
Chapter 55
Jenna P.O.V
I headed back where Liam was, and tried making it look like I was okay. It was hard though, I mean, it's certainly all right to stand up and walk away suddenly. Harry came back also, I assumed we were pretending that what happened before was an excuse, Liam seemed to be questioning us.
The movie ended earlier than I thought it would and now we were walking down the streets again. It was around seven when we came back to the apartment, and trust me, my legs and feet were killing me. It was sore, so I dived onto the couch.
"Bye Liam and Harry." I said to them and fell asleep almost to soon for them to not obey. I didn't know they were sitting next to me, looking at me. Oh right, I was asleep, that's why.
I started thinking about what I said.
'I know what type of guy you are. The guy who acts all sweet and dangerous sometimes. But when we fallen into your little love pit, you'll crush them. It's what you did to Alyssa, and possibly other girls you've been with.'
I wasn't sure of this. Now I'm wondering if I was drunk from that Starbuck drink.
'My best friend means more than anything to me right now and if I get together with you, I would feel like I'm being a traitor to her.'
She was equally as important as my parents are. But I don't know if she feels the same way. My bond with her hasn't changed from my perspective, but I don't know with hers. I feel like we're slowly drifting off.. like this whole best friend thing was a thing of the past. The thought disturbed me. I keep thinking about this, and I need to stop.
Next morning..
"Jenna, wake up!"
Pillow slap.
I opened my eyes widely, and Harry whacked me.
Not him.
I looked around and got Liams' arm.
"I'll freaking slap you, with a Liam arm." I said to him. Making him back down, and that made me chuckle. He took my arm and led me somewhere.
"Are you taking me somewhere in my own home?!" I asked. No reply.
Harry got to my room and shut it, before locking it. He let go of my hand and stood in front of the door.
This isn't another sex moment right.
"What?" I asked.
"About yesterday.." he started.
Oh! I thought he forgot about it.
"Move your damn lips away from mine." I replied as an answer. He seemed unharmed by my words, he smirked, again before stepping closer to me.
"What else do you want me to move?" he asked. What is this supposed to mean.. I thought for a moment.
"Move your damn body away from the door." I replied.
Another step.
"Move your damn eyes away from mines."
Another step.
"Move your damn feet away from the floor."
Another step.
It was enough that I was pushed up against the wall, our chests tightly pressed again. Now I wished I hadn't said anything. He lifted my chin up so that our eyes connected.
"Is that how you really feel?" he asked quietly.
'What is this supposed to mean..'
"I'd slap you right now." was all I muttered.
"Why do you hate me?" he said, eyes low. I didn't say anything. Ha, he thought I hated him.
"Is that how you really feel?" I mimicked him. He gave me a look.
Hey, I was true.
"Yes. Now answer my question." he replied.
"I answered with a question." I countered. I was actually having fun annoying him. He muttered something.
"Sorry. I didn't hear that. Would you like to repeat that?" I asked.
"I'll answer your question." he replied and he leaned in closer, while I didn't realize.
"Then do it." I said.
"Oh, I'll do it. But I'd rather do you." his voice got huskier.
What the actual fuck.
From this little talk to an annoyed Harry to a sexual, darker Harry. Did he do this to Alyssa?
Lucky for him, my bed was right beside us, and he crashed us onto it, the soft fabric on my back. He forcefully pressed his lips against mine, and I just gave into it. I just turned into a drunk-jenna-who-didn't-really-drink-anything-but-yeah. But I wasn't really interested in having sex with 3/5.. I think. My hands trailed up into his curls/quiff while his hand slipped into my shirt tugging on my bra hook.
Door knock.
Harry groaned annoyed and I was too, barely. Harry went across the room to the door and Liam was at the front. The thoughts running into Harry.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
Oh the usual.
Harry gave me a dirty look. I turned him on. I freaking turned the Harold Edward Styles on.
I headed back where Liam was, and tried making it look like I was okay. It was hard though, I mean, it's certainly all right to stand up and walk away suddenly. Harry came back also, I assumed we were pretending that what happened before was an excuse, Liam seemed to be questioning us.
The movie ended earlier than I thought it would and now we were walking down the streets again. It was around seven when we came back to the apartment, and trust me, my legs and feet were killing me. It was sore, so I dived onto the couch.
"Bye Liam and Harry." I said to them and fell asleep almost to soon for them to not obey. I didn't know they were sitting next to me, looking at me. Oh right, I was asleep, that's why.
I started thinking about what I said.
'I know what type of guy you are. The guy who acts all sweet and dangerous sometimes. But when we fallen into your little love pit, you'll crush them. It's what you did to Alyssa, and possibly other girls you've been with.'
I wasn't sure of this. Now I'm wondering if I was drunk from that Starbuck drink.
'My best friend means more than anything to me right now and if I get together with you, I would feel like I'm being a traitor to her.'
She was equally as important as my parents are. But I don't know if she feels the same way. My bond with her hasn't changed from my perspective, but I don't know with hers. I feel like we're slowly drifting off.. like this whole best friend thing was a thing of the past. The thought disturbed me. I keep thinking about this, and I need to stop.
Next morning..
"Jenna, wake up!"
Pillow slap.
I opened my eyes widely, and Harry whacked me.
Not him.
I looked around and got Liams' arm.
"I'll freaking slap you, with a Liam arm." I said to him. Making him back down, and that made me chuckle. He took my arm and led me somewhere.
"Are you taking me somewhere in my own home?!" I asked. No reply.
Harry got to my room and shut it, before locking it. He let go of my hand and stood in front of the door.
This isn't another sex moment right.
"What?" I asked.
"About yesterday.." he started.
Oh! I thought he forgot about it.
"Move your damn lips away from mine." I replied as an answer. He seemed unharmed by my words, he smirked, again before stepping closer to me.
"What else do you want me to move?" he asked. What is this supposed to mean.. I thought for a moment.
"Move your damn body away from the door." I replied.
Another step.
"Move your damn eyes away from mines."
Another step.
"Move your damn feet away from the floor."
Another step.
It was enough that I was pushed up against the wall, our chests tightly pressed again. Now I wished I hadn't said anything. He lifted my chin up so that our eyes connected.
"Is that how you really feel?" he asked quietly.
'What is this supposed to mean..'
"I'd slap you right now." was all I muttered.
"Why do you hate me?" he said, eyes low. I didn't say anything. Ha, he thought I hated him.
"Is that how you really feel?" I mimicked him. He gave me a look.
Hey, I was true.
"Yes. Now answer my question." he replied.
"I answered with a question." I countered. I was actually having fun annoying him. He muttered something.
"Sorry. I didn't hear that. Would you like to repeat that?" I asked.
"I'll answer your question." he replied and he leaned in closer, while I didn't realize.
"Then do it." I said.
"Oh, I'll do it. But I'd rather do you." his voice got huskier.
What the actual fuck.
From this little talk to an annoyed Harry to a sexual, darker Harry. Did he do this to Alyssa?
Lucky for him, my bed was right beside us, and he crashed us onto it, the soft fabric on my back. He forcefully pressed his lips against mine, and I just gave into it. I just turned into a drunk-jenna-who-didn't-really-drink-anything-but-yeah. But I wasn't really interested in having sex with 3/5.. I think. My hands trailed up into his curls/quiff while his hand slipped into my shirt tugging on my bra hook.
Door knock.
Harry groaned annoyed and I was too, barely. Harry went across the room to the door and Liam was at the front. The thoughts running into Harry.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
Oh the usual.
Harry gave me a dirty look. I turned him on. I freaking turned the Harold Edward Styles on.
Notes
You dirty little sluts! You probably knew what YOU THOUGHT was gonna happen. but NOPEEEE.i have a crush on liam girls #sorrynotsorry but no im not lesbian/bi ok ^-^
- xstylish
12/11/13