Too Many Secrets
Chapter 12
~Ryann P.O.V~
"You feel so good, Ryann," Harry moaned into my ear.
He entered and exited my body softly. His damp hair touched my forehead, wetting my skin as well. His hot breath massaged my neck making me grip his hair tightly.
He grabbed my thighs tightly and brought them to his hips.The new angle made me moan with him. He groaned in my ear. His moans had me even wetter. The way they sounded gave us more electricity together.
I moved my hips with his as he started to move faster and harder.
"God, Ryann. You're so tight," He moaned in a strained voice.
He bit his lip harshly. His face was so concentrated on giving me pleasure. I could only open my eyes for a split second, as my body felt weaker than a slinky.
His hand traveled from my thigh to my clit. He rubbed circles, doubling the pleasure of my experience. I felt my orgasm shaking my body.
"Hold it in for me, baby," he moaned.
"I have to come, Harry," I moaned.
"Hold it," he demanded.
I kept in my urge and waited for Harry's permission.
He pounded my body deep, but slow. His thrusts were hard, but slow.
I moaned and bit my lip harshly. I could taste the bland blood on my tongue.
"Let go for me, baby," Harry groaned against my skin.
I smiled his permission. My smile was soon gone when my orgasm shook my body whole.
My body shuddered violently making me curse under my breath.
"Fuck," I shouted.
Harry continued to thrust into my body. He tensed his arms on the side of my face, signaling his orgasm. He screwed his eyes closed. The experience looked almost painful, until he let out a loud groan.
He released into the large condom and I could feel his warm excitement inside of my body, making me smile at the feeling.
He fell onto my body. He was drained of his energy and didn't care if he landed on me too roughly. He smiled lazily and kissed my lips. As he pulled away, I tugged his hair. We continued to kiss, his tongue playing with mine and mine toying with his. Before we could pull away the door opened. It didn't open, it was thrown to the wall behind it.
Harry and I peered at the door shocked. With an angry look on the persons face, it began to speak.
"WHAT, THE HELL, IS THIS?" Charlotte put a space through every word angrily.
Harry got off the bed quickly. He pulled up his boxers and picked up his pants just as quick.
"Charlotte, I can explain," Harry reasoned.
He did his best to tug his pants to his waist, but they required a belt making them sag a bit on his body.
"You're a dirty bastard!" She yelled pointing to Harry before running out of the room crying.
"Wait!" He yelled after her.
Before he went through the door, he turned to look at me angrily.
"Look what you made me do!" He shouted.
The room twisted until I was on a familiar couch back in Australia. My face suddenly hurt making tears arise in my eyes.
Channing paced in front of me running his hands through his hair looking almost too paranoid.
"Look what you made me do!" He shouted at me.
I sobbed harder at the pain, wincing when he yelled at me suddenly.
He yelled the same sentence one more time before it echoed through the room. I rocked myself back and forth in a steady rhythm, sobbing, crying, and pouring out my feelings through the water in my eyes.
The memory flooded my thoughts making me shoot up from the mattress. I was sweating tremendously and breathing too heavy for my liking.
I ran my fingers through the colored mess on my head. My fingers got tangled in the poof making pull my fingers out, not fully raking through what i called hair.
I saw it was almost 7:30 on my clock beside me. I stood up and walked out of my room and down the stairs. I walked into the living room and made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and a gallon of water from the fridge. I filled the glass to mostly the top but not the very brim of the glass.
I sat down at the dining room table that was in the middle of the kitchen and living room. I drank a sip of the water before sitting it back on the table slowly. I felt as though the memories were swirling in the tall glass. I saw the bad memories, the good memories, and the worst memory of them all.
The one that made me hate everyone. The one that kept me in my room for days with no food or water. The one that kept my mouth closed all evening and day. The memory that brought tears to my eyes always. And most importantly, the memory that Charlotte had saw, watched, and did nothing about.
~Louis P.O.V~
I walked to Ryann and Charlotte's house with Niall. We exited my car before walking up the porch steps. Charlotte's car wasn't in the driveway so we assumed no one was home. It was past noon so if someone was home, they would be awake. We found the spare key in the mouth of Ryann's Kermit the Frog ornament. She couldn't stop gawking at it the day she had went to buy it.
We entered the house shouting to see if anyone was home. I was walking backwards and turned around when Niall got quiet. He just stood there staring at something.
I turned around curiously to see Ryann sitting at the table staring at a glass of water. The water was amazingly still and looked as if it hadn't been disrupted in a while.
"Ryann?" Niall asked carefully.
She was as still as the water.
"Ryann, babe?" I asked carefully.
Niall moved closer to her and she finally looked at us. She had tear streaks down her face that looked as if they were permanently etched into her skin.
"Hi guys," she faked a smile.
"Are you okay?" Niall asked sitting next to her.
She stared at the outside of the kitchen wall before responding.
"No. I'm not okay. I'm dead. I feel dead. I feel like a bug being stepped on and stepped on until the person gets tired of moving. And they just leave me there. Like I'm not good enough to keep moving like them," her voice got angrier as she talked.
Niall hugged her and she buried her head into his neck. I sat in the seat on her right that was occupied and hugged her just as close as Niall did.
"Why did he do that to me? What did I do wrong for him to hurt me like that!?" She repeatedly cried.
Ryann wasn't just a normal rebel. She had issues, too. And that day she told us everything. Everything that had happened to her as a child and now, as an adult.
And I couldn't help but think:
Who could hurt someone so bad, that they used others to feel that gap, that was forever open.
"You feel so good, Ryann," Harry moaned into my ear.
He entered and exited my body softly. His damp hair touched my forehead, wetting my skin as well. His hot breath massaged my neck making me grip his hair tightly.
He grabbed my thighs tightly and brought them to his hips.The new angle made me moan with him. He groaned in my ear. His moans had me even wetter. The way they sounded gave us more electricity together.
I moved my hips with his as he started to move faster and harder.
"God, Ryann. You're so tight," He moaned in a strained voice.
He bit his lip harshly. His face was so concentrated on giving me pleasure. I could only open my eyes for a split second, as my body felt weaker than a slinky.
His hand traveled from my thigh to my clit. He rubbed circles, doubling the pleasure of my experience. I felt my orgasm shaking my body.
"Hold it in for me, baby," he moaned.
"I have to come, Harry," I moaned.
"Hold it," he demanded.
I kept in my urge and waited for Harry's permission.
He pounded my body deep, but slow. His thrusts were hard, but slow.
I moaned and bit my lip harshly. I could taste the bland blood on my tongue.
"Let go for me, baby," Harry groaned against my skin.
I smiled his permission. My smile was soon gone when my orgasm shook my body whole.
My body shuddered violently making me curse under my breath.
"Fuck," I shouted.
Harry continued to thrust into my body. He tensed his arms on the side of my face, signaling his orgasm. He screwed his eyes closed. The experience looked almost painful, until he let out a loud groan.
He released into the large condom and I could feel his warm excitement inside of my body, making me smile at the feeling.
He fell onto my body. He was drained of his energy and didn't care if he landed on me too roughly. He smiled lazily and kissed my lips. As he pulled away, I tugged his hair. We continued to kiss, his tongue playing with mine and mine toying with his. Before we could pull away the door opened. It didn't open, it was thrown to the wall behind it.
Harry and I peered at the door shocked. With an angry look on the persons face, it began to speak.
"WHAT, THE HELL, IS THIS?" Charlotte put a space through every word angrily.
Harry got off the bed quickly. He pulled up his boxers and picked up his pants just as quick.
"Charlotte, I can explain," Harry reasoned.
He did his best to tug his pants to his waist, but they required a belt making them sag a bit on his body.
"You're a dirty bastard!" She yelled pointing to Harry before running out of the room crying.
"Wait!" He yelled after her.
Before he went through the door, he turned to look at me angrily.
"Look what you made me do!" He shouted.
The room twisted until I was on a familiar couch back in Australia. My face suddenly hurt making tears arise in my eyes.
Channing paced in front of me running his hands through his hair looking almost too paranoid.
"Look what you made me do!" He shouted at me.
I sobbed harder at the pain, wincing when he yelled at me suddenly.
He yelled the same sentence one more time before it echoed through the room. I rocked myself back and forth in a steady rhythm, sobbing, crying, and pouring out my feelings through the water in my eyes.
The memory flooded my thoughts making me shoot up from the mattress. I was sweating tremendously and breathing too heavy for my liking.
I ran my fingers through the colored mess on my head. My fingers got tangled in the poof making pull my fingers out, not fully raking through what i called hair.
I saw it was almost 7:30 on my clock beside me. I stood up and walked out of my room and down the stairs. I walked into the living room and made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and a gallon of water from the fridge. I filled the glass to mostly the top but not the very brim of the glass.
I sat down at the dining room table that was in the middle of the kitchen and living room. I drank a sip of the water before sitting it back on the table slowly. I felt as though the memories were swirling in the tall glass. I saw the bad memories, the good memories, and the worst memory of them all.
The one that made me hate everyone. The one that kept me in my room for days with no food or water. The one that kept my mouth closed all evening and day. The memory that brought tears to my eyes always. And most importantly, the memory that Charlotte had saw, watched, and did nothing about.
~Louis P.O.V~
I walked to Ryann and Charlotte's house with Niall. We exited my car before walking up the porch steps. Charlotte's car wasn't in the driveway so we assumed no one was home. It was past noon so if someone was home, they would be awake. We found the spare key in the mouth of Ryann's Kermit the Frog ornament. She couldn't stop gawking at it the day she had went to buy it.
We entered the house shouting to see if anyone was home. I was walking backwards and turned around when Niall got quiet. He just stood there staring at something.
I turned around curiously to see Ryann sitting at the table staring at a glass of water. The water was amazingly still and looked as if it hadn't been disrupted in a while.
"Ryann?" Niall asked carefully.
She was as still as the water.
"Ryann, babe?" I asked carefully.
Niall moved closer to her and she finally looked at us. She had tear streaks down her face that looked as if they were permanently etched into her skin.
"Hi guys," she faked a smile.
"Are you okay?" Niall asked sitting next to her.
She stared at the outside of the kitchen wall before responding.
"No. I'm not okay. I'm dead. I feel dead. I feel like a bug being stepped on and stepped on until the person gets tired of moving. And they just leave me there. Like I'm not good enough to keep moving like them," her voice got angrier as she talked.
Niall hugged her and she buried her head into his neck. I sat in the seat on her right that was occupied and hugged her just as close as Niall did.
"Why did he do that to me? What did I do wrong for him to hurt me like that!?" She repeatedly cried.
Ryann wasn't just a normal rebel. She had issues, too. And that day she told us everything. Everything that had happened to her as a child and now, as an adult.
And I couldn't help but think:
Who could hurt someone so bad, that they used others to feel that gap, that was forever open.
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