Triggered

I had no idea what to do. Harry had noticed my mood changed considering about thirty minutes ago on was tracking a one way ticket down his pants... But now my gaze didn't leave my hands that were rested in my lap. "Baby?" He tried once again, but without any luck. "Please talk to me." He begged in his adorable British accent I adores so much.

I had been choking on my tears the whole ride and I didn't trust myself to talk, so I just bit my lip and shook my head. I wanted to tell him about Greg... I wanted to tell him how broken that conversation left me. Greg, Robert, Greg, Robert, Greg, Robert. Next I was expecting my mom to crawl out of her grave just to tell me her death was my fault. It was my fault. I left her, I left her with Robert. She was ill and I just packed my shit and fucking left her without any word. I should have known I'd get punished for trying to get out the easy way. I'm being haunted by my past. I just don't know how long I can keep all this up. Its to much. To much. To much and I'm not strong enough for it. "Laney, babe your crying." Only now did I realize we were parked in front of my house.

My cheeks felt wet from involuntary tears falling from my eyes "i'm fine." I reached for the handle to open it but suddenly it was locked.

My gaze snapped up to meet Harry's "Your not leaving until you tell me what happened back there."

"I don't want to talk about it. Can't you just respect that?" I was getting irritated. i was already fucking crying, I don't wanna bawl my eyes out.

"No. No, I can't respect that because something made you cry." His voice was hard.

I was silent for a few seconds before sighing and rubbing my eyes "I saw Greg." I said quietly. So quite, I was almost sure he didn't hear me.

He proved me wrong when he shifted in his seat, his eyes wide "Wait... Greg. Like your ex boyfriend Greg, that Greg?"

"Yes." I snapped "Stop saying his name."

"What was the ass wipe say to you!?" Harry demanded an answer.

"He wants me back." I whispered.

Harry was quite before out of the corner of my eye i saw him run his hands up and down his face "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The last curse word grew in tone and I couldn't help but flinch. "God, I want to beat his ass so fucking bad!" I had never seen Harry like this, and it felt weird.

"Harry. Please calm down." I begged.

"You weren't going to tell me weren't you?!" He directed his angry gaze my way.

"Huh?!" I was taken back.

"You weren't going to tell me you spoke to Greg. I had to lock you in the car to get you to day something! Were you ever gonna say something?!" He couldn't be angry at you... He was just angry. I was starting to get scared, really scared.

"Eventually! I was trying to comprehend it myself Harry!" Sure I was scared, but I was also angry. "Do you know how hard it is for me!? I was waiting until I wouldn't cry like a little bitch before telling you! I wanted to maintain my composer!"

"This is fucking Greg, Laney!" He snapped.

"No really, I thought it was the gingerbread man." I snorted sarcastically.

"Stop being a smart ass!"

"Yes I know its fucking Greg! I dated him for two years! I loved him! I know exactly who the fuck he is!!" My blood was boiling.

"Then you should have told me right when you got in the fucking car!"

I unbuckled my seatbelt so I could turn around and face him "Why the fuck is Greg such a big deal to you Harry? He's an ex boyfriend... A guy from my fucking past."

"No. He's the first boy you've ever loved." Then his eyes went wide like he wasn't supposed to say that out loud.

"What?"

"Nothing."

My eyes narrowed "Are you getting upset about this... Because your... Jealous?"

"No." He lied.

"Jesus fucking Christ. The bastard cheated on me with my best friend! How fucking stupid would I have to be to go crawling back to him when I have a guy right in front of me who has never hurt me." Yet... I added silently.

Harry looked up at me "I-I-I don't k-know."

My heart instantly cracked. I was still pissed, but my body was reaching out for him. Quickly, I climbed over the console to straddle Harry. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off with a fierce kiss to his lips. It almost hurt, that's how tight our lips were pressed together. My fists balled up his shirt as I pulled him closer to me, my tongue making its way into his mouth. Finally his hands took refuge on my hips, and he traced circles on the bare skin right below my tanktop and right above the waist band of my light blue shorts. I swallowed his moan as my teeth nipped at his bottom lip while my hips ground into him. I felt him harden and I couldn't help but smile against his mouth, my tongue gently tracing over his full lips. His hands tightened on my hips and he pressed me harder against him, groaning again. "Fuck baby." He muttered in a strangled voice. "Touch me."

I smiled once again and leaned down under the chair to push it back and recline it. With a pop it was pushed all the way back giving me plenty of room to do what I wanted. Slowly, I slipped down his front until I was on my knee's in between his legs. My hands lifted up his shirt just enough to see his toned stomach and his butterfly tattoo. I made a note to ask him why he wanted that odd tattoo. I bit my lip while undoing his belt, enjoying the way Harry watched me with hungry eyes. I pulled his pants down to his knees and pressed my lips together at the sight of his large erection begging to be free'd from his boxers. I palmed him through his underwear, and my stomach tightened at the sigh of Harry. His green eyes were dark with lust and he was biting his bottom lip so hard I was pretty sure he was about to draw blood. "Stop teasing." He growled. I leaned in a pecked it through the thin lair of clothes. Then I tugged them down as well, watching his dick spring out and hit his stomach. "Remember when I said you wanted my mouth around you?" I asked seductivly. My hands gripping gently onto his throbbing member. "Is that what you want?" I was gonna make him beg for it. My hand rubbed up and down, not hard enough for him, but enough so he could barely feel it. He nodded his head eagerly, his eyes screwed shut. "Words babe... I want to hear you." I tightened my grip a little then lessened it again.

"Fuck Laney. I want you to suck my cock. Fuck, please baby. i want to feel your mouth around me." I nearly stopped thinking from his words. They were so hot I already found myself panting. He didn't need to ask me twice when I licked a bold stripe from he base of him all the way to the tip, running my tongue back and forth along his slit. His moaning filled my ears like music and I fit his tip into my mouth, sucking tightly, before shoving more of him through my lip. I hollowed out my cheeks hearing him grunt. His hands had now migrated to my hair, pulling gently... Making me moan around him. "D-do... Do th-that a-again." He begged and tugged on my hair again making me moan harder. "Fuck, I'm almost there baby." Harry cursed. I pushed him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging on him, my hands stroking at the base, since I couldn't fit all of him in. I felt him twitch in from my throat, and my eyes watered from he lack of breath, then I swallowed around him. He grunted and I felt the salty substance shoot down my throat, forcing me to swallow. I pulled him out of my mouth with a pop, and smiled up at him. I leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

"Theres more inside." Then I climbed back over the console and out of the car. Waiting for him to join me in the house.

Notes

Sooooo? How was it? It may suck because I am living off of four hours of sleep... But idk. I'll update again tomorrow, amd I'm gonna go to sleep. G'night lovelies.

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