Dara's POV

After my big blow-up with Jesse, she was the last person I wanted to see at the moment. I stuffed a few clothes into a bag, my toothbrush, deodorant and I zipped it up. Then I remembered the frat party and packed another outfit, just in case I wanted to go. I swung the load over my shoulder and left the apartment without saying a word to my roommate.

If I said I was focused while driving, I'd be lying to you. So many thoughts were running through my mind. I couldn't convince myself that Jesse was right, and I shouldn't be going to Harry's flat right now. A part of me just longed to see him. It was as if I hadn't seen him in years, when in reality, I'd slept over his house three days ago.

Time seemed to fly by as I arrived at Harry's flat. I parked my car in his driveway and walked up the steps the his door. The door opened, but instead of seeing Harry, I saw his friend Louis' serious face. He looked me up and down, sighed, then called back into the apartment.

"Harry! You're slut is here!"

I stared at him as he left the door, leaving it open. I assumed it was an invitation to go in (a very rude one).

"Louis, you asshole! She's not my slut!" I heard a faint voice yell.

Something burned within me. I was confused. Was Harry defending me or defending himself? I felt embarrassed. You know that feeling when you walk into a room and feel like you're unwanted?

I closed the door behind me. Louis threw himself onto Harry's couch, texting on his phone. I didn't know if I should just stand there or sit, too. I didn't get much time to make my decision either, when Harry came running into the room.

He had a t-shirt around his neck, as if he were just getting dressed, and basketball shorts.

"Hi, Dara," he said, kissing me before I could respond. I mumbled against his lips, but he wouldn't pull away, even when Louis huffed.

"Goddammit, Hazza, you don't need to fuck her right in front of me!" Louis protested, breaking the kiss with his words.

I blushed, pushing past Harry and dropping my bag next to his couch.

"Oh, hell naw," Louis said again. (When will the boy just leave me alone?) "Is she sleeping over?"

I didn't look back to see Harry's response, trying to pretend I didn't hear or care.

"Dude, I thought we were going to Matt's house party tonight."

"We still are, Lou."

"Then where is she going to go?"

This time I glanced at Harry and he shrugged. He approached me again, wrapping his arms around my waist. He smirked and leaned forward. I pull back, teasing Harry as he bit his lip and came closer. Eventually, I gave in and let him kiss me. I kissed back and this went on for a while. I even forgot Louis was even there, on the couch, staring at us with a disgusted face. He sighed and stood from Harry's couch.

"Well," he said. "Obviously, you two have some business to take care of so I'm leaving."

I felt Harry's lips move. "Bye," he mumbled.

"See ya tonight, Haz."

"Mhm," he murmured. I felt the hot air on my mid-face.

Harry's grip around me began to tighten. He pulled me closer and closer. I could feel his hips against mine. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He sat down on the couch with me on his lap, we didn't stop kissing.

It started to get heated. I felt his teeth graze my lower lip, biting and tugging. I let out a small moan. Harry's hands touched me under my t-shirt, lifting it up, slowly. Soon, my shirt was off and lying on the carpet. Harry's fingers fondled with the clasp of my bra. My heart started beating fast. Harry and I had only 'gone all the way' a few times. Were we about to make it four? But did I really want this to end? I knew all I had to do was deny him, which he hated. I just sat there and allowed him to do what he was doing, letting the situation escalate.

I thought back to my argument with Jesse. No, I thought. No more of this.

I placed my hands on Harry's chest, pushing a bit, pulling my face away. He leaned toward me, not wanting to stop, but I became more forceful.

"H-Harry, no," I muttered. "Stop it."

He wouldn't listen, so I went with my Plan B and bit his lip, very hard.

"Ah, you bitch!" he exclaimed, jerking his head back. "What the hell, Dara?"

I got off of him, sitting next to me. "Not today, Harry," I spoke, solemnly.

He was furious, I could tell. He grumbled a bit, annoyed. But I stood my ground, and when he realized he wasn't going to get what he wanted, he stopped. To try and get rid of the tension, I turned on the television and started cuddling with him. At first it was like hugging a cardboard cut-out: he didn't move, didn't speak. But after a while he stopped being angry. I could tell by the way his arms were embracing my bare skin. I stretched my neck up a bit, kissing his cheek. He looked at me and kissed my forehead, squeezing me.

Notes

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