Obsession
8
“What the?”
I half sat up, resting my weight on my elbows, looking down at my bandaged knee. Memories came flooding back, tears once again fell and hit the crisp, white duvet cover that was placed over lower half. I was dressed in a grey baggy top that came down to the top of my thighs and pair of tights, navy blue boxers that hugged my thighs. I realised where I was, in Harry’s bedroom. My head crashed into the soft, plush pillows and huffed. I took in the scent I had missed for so long, taking in deep breaths through my nose. I wrapped the duvet around me like a cocoon and snuggled back down, closing my eyes with a smile on my face.
“Tara?... Tara? Are you awake?”
I heard tiptoeing entering the room as I pretended to be asleep. I felt myself roll a little towards him as he made a dip in the bed, sitting down next to me. Big hands caressed my rosy cheek, rubbing circles with his thumb. Fogs of mints blew in my direction as his breathing started to get more and heavier. His hands trailed over my stomach and under the boxers, gently massaging. An unexpected moan escaped from my lips. His breathing ragged as he got rougher and rougher, hurting me. My eyes shot opened as my back arched.
“H-Harry, stop” his eyes were fixed on mines, no smile, no facial expression, just lust.
“Please Harry”
My breathing started to match his. I leant forward an attempt to stop him. My hands grabbed onto his hair as he pushed inside of me. He rolled me over so I I was on the bottom, gradually becoming faster. My hands traced down the back of his neck to his bare back, digging my nails in. his emerald eyes would not leave my blue eyes. He had me in a trance. He slipped in another of his large, long fingers. I cursed his name. he pulled both of them out and wiped them on his white boxers. He slowly bent down and took my lips captive. They moved in sync with each other, our tongues dancing. I remember what I was doing and pushed him back will all my might.
“Harry! What the actual fuck?!” I wrapped the duvet around my body. His lips were pursed as he came in for another kiss.
“No!” I slapped his left cheek. He stopped in his tracks and sat rubbing his cheek. His eyes met mine and looked like he was about to burst.
“What was that for?” he remained calm.
“We’re not even together Harry!” he looked confused and ran his hand through his mop of curls.
“Yes we are”
“No, we are not” my face screwed up.
“Yes. We. Are” he lurched closer to me, trapping me between him and the bed. “We never broke up”
I hesitated saying anything he could lash out any minute. I spoke with caution.
“Harry, we broke up in Starbucks. Don’t you remember? I was terrified by now.
He shook his head.
“That’s why we didn’t” he bit his lip as his eyes were still fixed on mines, hovering a few inches above my head. I didn’t know if he was messing about or being serious.
“Why don’t we go out for a coffee? A smiled graced his perfect sculpted face.
“Harry, I don’t think that’s a good id-“ he cut me off by pressing his finger against my lips.
“We. Are. Going. Out” his reply was blunt and his tone was chilling.
I slowly nodded with his fingers still pressed on my lips. He rolled to the side of me.
“I love you Tara” he kissed my forehead and jumped out of bed walking out.
“What the hell just happened?” he walked back in with my clothes fully washed and dried.
“Here you go princess” he chucked them next to me and unwrapped me, lifting me up and sitting me so my legs were dangling off the end of the bed. He placed a soft kiss on my bandaged knee.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to put skinny jeans on the top of that” he nodded his head towards my knee. I shook my head, agreeing with him. He got up and walked to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of baggy jeans.
“I’ve got a belt for you too” he rummaged through the drawer that was built in with the wardrobe. He pulled out a plain black leather belt with a silver buckle and handed them to me.
“Want any help?” I shook my head as I took the belt of him.
“You do” he grabbed the things from my hands and started to put the jeans on.
“Hold on”
I put my hands behind his neck ad linked them together. He stood up holding the jean’s hem, pulling me into them. He picked the belt up from behind me and intertwined it with the belt loops securing the loose jeans around my waist. His arms snaked around me lifting me up higher to his face and pecking me on the lips.
“What’s wrong?” he frowned.
“Nothing” I shook my head and managed to face a smile.
“Why are you being like this then?” his brows melted together.
“Can we go then? I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah” he shot me a full smile, his dimples showing.
He walked around the side of the car to open the door for me. I stumbled out, catching his shoulder for support.
“Steady on princess” he lifted me up straight from armpits. He grabbed hold of my hand, crushing my together as I winced.
“Harry, don’t hold my hand so tight”
His vision swooped down to me.
“I don’t want to lose you, do I?”
“You won’t lose me”
“Can’t take the risk” he looked straight forward and started to walk.
“Ow! Stop”
He came and crouched down by my legs.
“What’s wrong?” he was rubbing the bandage with his thumb.
“It was just hurts to walk. Why can’t we go back home?” my hint and acting wasn’t working.
“I’ll carry you” he turned his back to me.
“No, I think I should go home”
“I said, go on” I gulped and linked my fingers around the front of his neck as he was holding my legs. He started walking towards Starbucks when a group of young girls and a mother came bounding towards us, squealing. I tutted, my head hitting his shoulder.
“Sorry to disturb you, but can we please have a picture?” the mother was beaming, fiddling with a digital camera in her hands.
“Uhhh… Yeah? Harry carefully placed me down against the wall.
“Stay” He walked to the group and had a picture.
“Woof” I muttered under my breath.
-
He turned towards me with a caramel cream, his mango and passion fruit ice blend in his hands and came sitting down opposite me on the two seater table. I took a sip of my drink, looking up at Harry. He gave me a puzzled look.
“What?”
“How did you, ummm, know what happened the other night?”
He finished taking a swig and drank it.
“I was looking for you”
“Looking for me?... You mean stalking?” My head beat pumped faster.
“I suppose’ you could call it that”
I nervously took another sip.
“So, how’s your mum?” My eyes widened in shock.
“H-How do you know that?" He shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face. “Stalking” I again took another swig of drink, looking down on it.
“Well?”
I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to cry. How long has he been doing this?
“Why did you storm out?” I placed the drink on the wooden table.
“Because the way she is. You should know this. You know everything else that’s been going on” A tear fell. “Don’t cry” he leaned over and wiped it away with his thumb.
“What the hell has gotten into you Harry?” tears carried on falling. “Nothing has gotten into me, why would you say that?" I shook my head wiping my tears with the tears with the sleeve of the jacket Harry had given me to wear. “You must be cold” he ripped the green beanie from on top of his head and pulled it over mine. I yanked it back off.
“We’re inside?” I slammed the hat on the table. “I said put it on” his mood completely changed again. He grabbed in and placed it back on my head. I pushed it from my forehead and picked the drink up, sipping it through the straw.
“Harry! Harry! Are you back together? Harry!”
Paparazzi were creating a crowd and shouting questions to us, some swearing to us to try and get a reaction. This is exact reason I broke up with him. It wasn’t fair on me. He clasped onto my hand and yanked me outside, through the door and to the car. He pulled and opened the door and pushed me inside, knocking my knee on the chair. I pulled myself onto the chair and pulled the seatbelt around me. Harry jumped in and started the car up.
“Seatbelt?”
I nodded. The car started getting banged and knocked. He slowly reversed out of the crowd and onto the main road.
I half sat up, resting my weight on my elbows, looking down at my bandaged knee. Memories came flooding back, tears once again fell and hit the crisp, white duvet cover that was placed over lower half. I was dressed in a grey baggy top that came down to the top of my thighs and pair of tights, navy blue boxers that hugged my thighs. I realised where I was, in Harry’s bedroom. My head crashed into the soft, plush pillows and huffed. I took in the scent I had missed for so long, taking in deep breaths through my nose. I wrapped the duvet around me like a cocoon and snuggled back down, closing my eyes with a smile on my face.
“Tara?... Tara? Are you awake?”
I heard tiptoeing entering the room as I pretended to be asleep. I felt myself roll a little towards him as he made a dip in the bed, sitting down next to me. Big hands caressed my rosy cheek, rubbing circles with his thumb. Fogs of mints blew in my direction as his breathing started to get more and heavier. His hands trailed over my stomach and under the boxers, gently massaging. An unexpected moan escaped from my lips. His breathing ragged as he got rougher and rougher, hurting me. My eyes shot opened as my back arched.
“H-Harry, stop” his eyes were fixed on mines, no smile, no facial expression, just lust.
“Please Harry”
My breathing started to match his. I leant forward an attempt to stop him. My hands grabbed onto his hair as he pushed inside of me. He rolled me over so I I was on the bottom, gradually becoming faster. My hands traced down the back of his neck to his bare back, digging my nails in. his emerald eyes would not leave my blue eyes. He had me in a trance. He slipped in another of his large, long fingers. I cursed his name. he pulled both of them out and wiped them on his white boxers. He slowly bent down and took my lips captive. They moved in sync with each other, our tongues dancing. I remember what I was doing and pushed him back will all my might.
“Harry! What the actual fuck?!” I wrapped the duvet around my body. His lips were pursed as he came in for another kiss.
“No!” I slapped his left cheek. He stopped in his tracks and sat rubbing his cheek. His eyes met mine and looked like he was about to burst.
“What was that for?” he remained calm.
“We’re not even together Harry!” he looked confused and ran his hand through his mop of curls.
“Yes we are”
“No, we are not” my face screwed up.
“Yes. We. Are” he lurched closer to me, trapping me between him and the bed. “We never broke up”
I hesitated saying anything he could lash out any minute. I spoke with caution.
“Harry, we broke up in Starbucks. Don’t you remember? I was terrified by now.
He shook his head.
“That’s why we didn’t” he bit his lip as his eyes were still fixed on mines, hovering a few inches above my head. I didn’t know if he was messing about or being serious.
“Why don’t we go out for a coffee? A smiled graced his perfect sculpted face.
“Harry, I don’t think that’s a good id-“ he cut me off by pressing his finger against my lips.
“We. Are. Going. Out” his reply was blunt and his tone was chilling.
I slowly nodded with his fingers still pressed on my lips. He rolled to the side of me.
“I love you Tara” he kissed my forehead and jumped out of bed walking out.
“What the hell just happened?” he walked back in with my clothes fully washed and dried.
“Here you go princess” he chucked them next to me and unwrapped me, lifting me up and sitting me so my legs were dangling off the end of the bed. He placed a soft kiss on my bandaged knee.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to put skinny jeans on the top of that” he nodded his head towards my knee. I shook my head, agreeing with him. He got up and walked to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of baggy jeans.
“I’ve got a belt for you too” he rummaged through the drawer that was built in with the wardrobe. He pulled out a plain black leather belt with a silver buckle and handed them to me.
“Want any help?” I shook my head as I took the belt of him.
“You do” he grabbed the things from my hands and started to put the jeans on.
“Hold on”
I put my hands behind his neck ad linked them together. He stood up holding the jean’s hem, pulling me into them. He picked the belt up from behind me and intertwined it with the belt loops securing the loose jeans around my waist. His arms snaked around me lifting me up higher to his face and pecking me on the lips.
“What’s wrong?” he frowned.
“Nothing” I shook my head and managed to face a smile.
“Why are you being like this then?” his brows melted together.
“Can we go then? I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah” he shot me a full smile, his dimples showing.
He walked around the side of the car to open the door for me. I stumbled out, catching his shoulder for support.
“Steady on princess” he lifted me up straight from armpits. He grabbed hold of my hand, crushing my together as I winced.
“Harry, don’t hold my hand so tight”
His vision swooped down to me.
“I don’t want to lose you, do I?”
“You won’t lose me”
“Can’t take the risk” he looked straight forward and started to walk.
“Ow! Stop”
He came and crouched down by my legs.
“What’s wrong?” he was rubbing the bandage with his thumb.
“It was just hurts to walk. Why can’t we go back home?” my hint and acting wasn’t working.
“I’ll carry you” he turned his back to me.
“No, I think I should go home”
“I said, go on” I gulped and linked my fingers around the front of his neck as he was holding my legs. He started walking towards Starbucks when a group of young girls and a mother came bounding towards us, squealing. I tutted, my head hitting his shoulder.
“Sorry to disturb you, but can we please have a picture?” the mother was beaming, fiddling with a digital camera in her hands.
“Uhhh… Yeah? Harry carefully placed me down against the wall.
“Stay” He walked to the group and had a picture.
“Woof” I muttered under my breath.
-
He turned towards me with a caramel cream, his mango and passion fruit ice blend in his hands and came sitting down opposite me on the two seater table. I took a sip of my drink, looking up at Harry. He gave me a puzzled look.
“What?”
“How did you, ummm, know what happened the other night?”
He finished taking a swig and drank it.
“I was looking for you”
“Looking for me?... You mean stalking?” My head beat pumped faster.
“I suppose’ you could call it that”
I nervously took another sip.
“So, how’s your mum?” My eyes widened in shock.
“H-How do you know that?" He shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face. “Stalking” I again took another swig of drink, looking down on it.
“Well?”
I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to cry. How long has he been doing this?
“Why did you storm out?” I placed the drink on the wooden table.
“Because the way she is. You should know this. You know everything else that’s been going on” A tear fell. “Don’t cry” he leaned over and wiped it away with his thumb.
“What the hell has gotten into you Harry?” tears carried on falling. “Nothing has gotten into me, why would you say that?" I shook my head wiping my tears with the tears with the sleeve of the jacket Harry had given me to wear. “You must be cold” he ripped the green beanie from on top of his head and pulled it over mine. I yanked it back off.
“We’re inside?” I slammed the hat on the table. “I said put it on” his mood completely changed again. He grabbed in and placed it back on my head. I pushed it from my forehead and picked the drink up, sipping it through the straw.
“Harry! Harry! Are you back together? Harry!”
Paparazzi were creating a crowd and shouting questions to us, some swearing to us to try and get a reaction. This is exact reason I broke up with him. It wasn’t fair on me. He clasped onto my hand and yanked me outside, through the door and to the car. He pulled and opened the door and pushed me inside, knocking my knee on the chair. I pulled myself onto the chair and pulled the seatbelt around me. Harry jumped in and started the car up.
“Seatbelt?”
I nodded. The car started getting banged and knocked. He slowly reversed out of the crowd and onto the main road.
7/5/13