It Takes Patience
Chapter 17: It’s Only Me
The room was spinning when I finally managed to get into the house. I bumped into a table knocking over a vase. It almost fell in slow motion as I watched it shatter on the ground. A light came on, too bright and my eye and face already hurts.
“What the fuck did you break now you worthless little shit!” I was on the ground now grabbing at my stomach. God it hurts so much. Shit! There’s blood on the floor..
Hide! Yes you should get away and hide.
...The closet, Go to the closet. It will be over in a second. Just count Harry 1,2,3,4....
I jolted up from my dream when someone grabbed my arm.
Harry woke up dazed and he grabbed my arm and wrist so tight.
“Ow! Harry please let go! You’re hurting me! Please?” Tears began to prick at my eyes and he finally loosened his grasp. When he let me go a look flashed in his eyes that I had never seen there before. Fear? Panic? He sat back in his bed and looked me up and down as if he were confused by what had just happened. I sat on the bed next to him and held his face in my hands.
“Harry, its Reagan. It’s me. It’s only me, glasses. It’s me.” I repeated and his face softened. He looked down at my lips then crashed his into mine once more today and this time I cant say that I was upset by it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me onto his lap again, this time straddling him. The kiss was needier on both parts than it was earlier. Before I knew it Harry had flipped us over. He was hovering over me and moved my hair out of the way placing soft, feather like kisses from my mouth all the way down to my collar bone making a moan escape my lips. I ran my fingers through his soft dark hair and tugged at it when he began nibbling under my earlobe, provoking a deep husky groan from him. It was one of the most erotic noises I had ever heard. He slipped one of his huge hands under my top and my bra while the other one stabled himself above me. As he bought his lips back to mine, he began torturing and teasing my left nipple and then my right making them harden.
I moaned into his mouth as the level of pleasure he was causing me built and whimpered when I felt his hand leave my chest. He slowly moved his hand down my stomach, leaving what felt like a trail of fire behind every touch when he got to the top of my jeans. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. His eyes wouldn't allow my own to tear away from his, silently demanding that I watched him as he teased me. When his hand went into my jeans and under my panties I could feel the flush on my face and my breathing get heavier. My back arched slightly off the bed when his middle finger began to massage my clit.
“Ugh, Harry!” I moaned wanting more, needing more. He put more pressure down adding his index finger and began to speed up his pace. I was grinding myself into his touch when I felt an odd pressure building in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m so close H., please, more.” I panted looking up at him through hooded eyes, though never breaking our gaze. I needed desperately for him to slip a finger in when he stopped. He kissed my lips, removed his hand, zipped up my pants, and buttoned them.
“WHAT!” I gasped confused and frustrated. “NO! No nononono H. PLEASE?!” I was begging him and this was usual for me. I’m usually the one who makes guys beg, not the other way around. Is this what blue balls feels like? Harry moved from hovering over me and then lied down beside me in the bed. I could see a smile tug at his lips even in the dark room.
“What are you doing here?” He asked me as if he hadn’t just had his hand down my pants.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said still so frustrated when I heard him snickering.
“Seriously, how did you get in here? Visiting hours are way past over and I know that there’s a nurse and a security guard at the front de-”
“Does that really matter?! I came to see you.” I had cut him off beginning to get a bit of a knack for doing so.
“I don’t know. What is this 21 questions?” I lied to him again, something else that I was also getting a knack for.
“I don’t think we should do this now.” My mouth dropped open. Harry must have seen the shock on my face when he quickly corrected himself.
“I mean don’t get me wrong I want to, but not here. Besides, I don’t think you’re really ready anyway.” Harry said looking away from me with a smirk on his face.
“What do you mean not ready?!” I snapped at him and he began to laugh. I was the wettest I had ever been. If I’m not ready now I don’t think that I will ever be.
“You should call a cab and go home. It’s not like I won’t see you tomorrow glasses. You are my fucking shadow after all.” My eyebrows knitted in anger and frustration before Harry grabbed my face kissed me again and then winked at me. His tongue tasted so sweet and minty. I can’t get enough of his kisses.
“Just so you don’t forget.” He said as he released my face and laid down with his back facing me.
I left out of the room and called a cab confused and upset by my behavior again. When I got back to my apartment, I glanced at my watch when I noticed the bruises that formed from Harry’s grip. I had to figure out what was wrong. Why he is at Maudsley and what was it he was dreaming about when I got into his room. My watch read 2:25 a.m. when I took it off along with my clothes and got into bed. I couldn’t fall asleep right away, so I tried to recreate the feeling Harry gave me when his fingers caressed me, but it didn’t feel the same.
So this chapter is a little more sexual. What do you guys think Harry's dream was about? I will updated at least 2 more chapters tonight. Leave me some comments guys (I'm desperate for them haha) and be sure to subscribe if you're enjoying it so far.Love you for reading xx