*4 DAYS LATER*

Rosie's POV

The air is thick around me. I know what's been going through my mind, these past days, have been filled with nightmares and screaming. I can't stop what's been taunting me since the situation, and my mind can't decide what my body wants right now.

I try to act mad towards Harry, but once his two emerald piercing jewels stare down at me, I can't decide what I am with him. Especially when his lips touch mine. It's a whole new feeling,escalated and it half pleasures me, half bothers.

My body and my heart are on a completely different page, and it's frustrating. I know what Ryan did was rotten, but I found it was out of fear. He told Liam and Zayn that he's been receiving notifications that if I wasn't handed over, everyone, including himself would die. Now, is that true? I don't know. He didn't act fearful or ashamed when he came and tried this, he acted cocky and self absorbed, and I know that, that's not someone who's fearful for their life.

I can't bear thinking of El a lot. I know she was looking forward to the celebration in four more days. Well, not really a celebration anymore. I will take that day to properly mourn over El, instead of celebrating twenty years on this earth. I now remember the memory that was once lost, approximately a month ago. Meaning El's death occurred two months ago.

I lean into the soft, plush cushions on the couch and pull the blanket around myself. The cuts and bruises that formed on my body are still evident, some more than others, throb lightly and the silence surrounding myself makes me focus in it. It beats with my heart.

I release a shaky breath as the door clicks shut. I hope that he goes to his room, or somewhere else at least, the constant back and forth of mixed feelings makes my head pound, like a hammer striking it each time. My fingers curl around the blanket and my nails dig into the palm of my hand, a soft cloth in between, making the fresh sting of the nail's imprint lighter.

"Hey." I hear his voice. It sounds particularly closer, yet nothing moves around me. The wooden floor boards don't creak, I don't hear his boots click, and the couch doesn't dip.

I turn my head and look over my shoulder. No ones there. I must be imagining him, now. Am I?

I look to my other side, and jump slightly. There he sits, a mere five inches away from me with a smile formed and dimples deeply sitting. He chuckles at my reaction, I roll my eyes.

"Really?" I ask, pushing the blanket down to my waist, and pushing my hair from my face. He clears his throat, and scratches the back of his neck before resting his arm back down again, draping across the back of the couch. I shiver, and realize why I had the blanket on. I didn't think he would be back so soon, so here I sit in black, plush shorts and a navy blue sorts bra.

"You're asking me that?" He replies, acknowledging my clothing. I cross my arms, and avert his eyes. I know I'll get sucked in if I don't.

"Shut up." I say, with a small smile.

"Ahh, so now we're on smiling level. Does that mean you're still mad?" He questions. I take in a breath, before letting it out. Am I?

"I don't know, what do you think?" I say. He chuckles.

His fingers rise, and cup my chin. My head is turned, and faces him, and yet I still refuse to look him in the eyes. He scoots closer, and I feel our chests touch. Something in my stomach bubbles with excitement and lust. Something wanting him closer than he is. Something wanting to feel more of him. Every part of him.

"I think.....no." He says with amusement in his voice. And I also realize his voice is closer, his breath is closer, and his heat is closer.

His hands cup my cheeks as mine wrap around his neck. His lips move with mine, and the feeling becomes more and more persistent. It becomes an urge, that I want to happen......now.

One leg wraps around his waist, and I pull myself into a straddling position on his lap. My hips slowly move against his, and he groans, deep and soft. I feel his hands slowly moving down, and down. All the way down to my waist, where he let's them stop.

He stands, holding me up and, without a step unbalanced, he walks. His lips rarely leave mine, as if he knows where to go without even looking and I hold tighter, firmer.

He walks through his bedroom, and slowly my back lands on the soft comforters. I've only been here so many times, close to three, and nothing has changed.

My fingers glide down, and I pull at the edge of his shirt. With his help, it comes off and flys across the room until it lands on the floor. His hips move against mine, slowly at first, becoming continually and continually faster making my insides flip. I feel myself letting out low moans, and the feeling building up inside me is intense.

His lips trail down my jawline, and to my neck. He sucks and nibbles on the spot just above my collarbone, and I wince slightly until he kisses it and makes his way back to my jawline. I smile when his lips find mine again, the feelings inside of me completely unraveling all the resent and horrible feelings I had for this boy.

He stops, and leans up making our eyes lock. I stare straight into them, the green sparkling and shining, big and full of lust and anticipation. Staring into his eyes just makes me want to lean up and feel his warmth, his lips. And that's what I do.

My hands wrap move to his head, and pulls him to me. I feel his smile, and butterflies, wild and free, fly throughout my stomach as his hands rub my sides, my curves, my hips and reach my shorts. He grips the loose waistband of them as he travels down my stomach, the kisses still lingering.

I watch my shorts hit the floor with no effort. I watch myself unbuckle his belt and jeans, us both pulling them down together. I watch, don't feel. All my feelings are hitched in my throat, afraid to show. I can't help myself but oblige to this,....it's a release.

His hands hold my waist firmly in place, as he kisses all the to between my breasts. I now realize what I was and is doing that also provokes this; moaning.

His hands travel up, and begin to pull my bra up slowly. I shut my eyes as it does over my head and away from my body. I keep my eyes shut as he squeezes my breasts and kisses them. The feelings were becoming overpowering.

He leans back up, and our mouths touch. I feel him, he's not to rough and not to hard. Just soft and compassionate. It makes me feel somewhat relieved and surprised. My fingers curl around his cheeks,the palm of my hands against his chin, and his hands pull at my panties. Move my hands down, and with mine on top of his, we lower them down.

He reaches over, and rummages through a drawer, his bare chest against mine, and pulls out a foil package. I eye it, how he opens it, how he pulls it out. He sees my doing this, and throws the package aside, leaning in to connect our mouths. I feel him pull his boxers down, and kick them off. I also feel his large length against my leg. I stiffen, but his touch relaxes me.

He sits up, and begins to place the rubber on. I take a breath and push his hands away. "What are you doing." He pants a little.

"Shh." I reply, and place the top of the condemn on his tip, and slowly roll it on. He smiles, and pushes me back down, letting out a throaty, anticipated growl.

My hands dig into the mattress, as he aligns himself. But he stops. My eyes are shut, and I await him plunging in, but it never happens. I open my eyes, and see him staring at me, concerning. I nod at him, and a small smile appears on my face for encouragement. His hands find mine, and intertwine them. And then, he pushes in.

I arch my back as he pushes all the way in. The feeling of pleasure devouring me, I squeeze his hand tighter. He begins to thrust, slow and steady, at a consistent pace. "Harry!" I moan loudly.

He groans in response, and continues. Our eyes never leave each other's, our hands closed tightly together. It all becomes too much, and I know what is coming on. The feeling at the bottom of my stomach is strong.

One more thrust, and I unravel. I scream as I release, my hands clinging to his for dear life. He follows, moaned and grunting curses with my name in heavy breaths.

He pulls out and tosses the rubber away. After, he lays next to me, and I roll over. Our breaths fill the silence in the room, and his hand pulls my waist closer to him. I wipe extra curls from his face, to reveal the two green enticing charms that always makes my stomach flip in excited butterflies. A smile is formed on his face, and makes mine follow. My hand stays on his cheek, and I pull his lips to mine once again. My other arm lays beneath me, and I feel his large hand once again, wrap around mine.

Notes

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