Constellations
✰ Chapter 8 ✰
Ember's POV
"The rain is getting heavier, I think we should just go back to your place, since it's closer." I tell Harry with concern as we settled into his car. As if on cue, a loud roar of thunder filled our ears, causing us both to jump in surprise. It was raining harder and faster than before I got to the library to see Harry.
After a terrifying car ride of me nagging Harry to drive carefully, we made our to his house in one piece. There was no use in running to the door; we still got completely soaked. As we walked inside, I smiled at the though of the last time I was here.
"You can borrow a shirt and sweat pants if you'd like, bird." Harry offers me with a smirk, obviously getting a hint to my thoughts due to my facial expression.
"That would be great," I say, a blush creeping onto my pale cheeks. God, the things he does to me... Harry then runs upstairs to grab the clothes, I assume.
Harry returns with a small pile of clothes, handing them to me as he becomes closer.
"I think you know where the bathroom is; just try not to get lost in my bedroom again," he chuckles, but it doesn't bother me. Instead, I reply with a witty comment of my own.
"I'll try my best." I tell him with a wink.
I step inside the bathroom, which is just as nice as the rest of the house, and lock the door behind me. God, I look like a wreck, I think as I look into the mirror for the first time. I'm completely drenched in water and my makeup is smeared down my cheeks, causing me to look like a mixture of the grudge and a raccoon; yet Harry still looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his entire life. Maybe he really does love me...
I peel my clothes off with slight difficulty, then dry my damp naked body off with a white towel I find on a shelf in Harry's bathroom. I'm a about to pull on the shirt Harry provided for me when I realise I have no bra or panties. God dammit! I look in Harry's drawers for a hair dryer, and to my surprise, find one. So that's how he gets his hair so perfect...
After drying off my undergarments and putting on Harry's huge T-Shirt, I brush through my hair and give it a quick tousle with my fingers before making my way downstairs.
"So, do you want to watch a scary movie, comedy, or romance?" Harry asks upon my arrival, kneeling down by the movies under his TV.
"Romance," I say.
"The Great Gatsby?" He asks, and I rapidly nod my head like a child.
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"I have to say, Leonardo Dicaprio made a very good Gatsby, but I still like the book better," Harry says as the movie finishes. My head lies on his muscular chest, and I listen to the soft sound of his heartbeat underneath me. It is slow and steady, letting me know that he is relaxed and at ease.
"What next, bird?" He asks, unconsciously fiddling with my hair.
"I don't know," I smirk. Hopefully something scandalous.
"I think I have an idea," he told me with a low and raspy voice.
"Well, are you going to tell me Mr. Styles? Or keep me here waiting for you all night?" I laugh and sit up straight.
"Hide and seek! You count!" Harry runs off like a small child, leaving me dazzles by his quick movement before I begin counting aloud.
"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Ready or not here I come!" I yell and make my way up the stairs. "Harry, where are you?" I teasingly call as I walk up the stairs and into his bedroom. I hear a sudden sneeze erupt from underneath his bed, so I quickly run towards it.
"Found you!" I laugh.
"No fair! I sneezed." He whines like a child.
"Oh well," I giggle. Harry climbs out from underneath the large bed and stands up as I do.
"You'd better run, bird." he tells me, his deep, husky voice back.
"Or what?" I smirk
"Or I will tickle you." He says simply. I like this playful side of Harry; its cute.
I run down the hall quickly and into a spare bedroom. Knowing I don't have much time before Harry barges in to look for me, I get underneath the covers of the bed and lie down as flat as I can to make it look like I'm not even here.
The sound of slow footsteps then fill the room, a low voice following not long after.
"I wonder where Ember is," he says sarcastically. Harry rips the sheets off my body and pins me down, arms over my head, legs under the weight of his lower half.
"You really shouldn't have done that." he smirks.
"No Harry, please don't!" I whine, unable to stifle the laughter from my voice.
"Not good enough." Harry releases my arms but begins to tickle me in my armpits and all around my very ticklish torso.
"Please! Harry!" I squirm under his touch.
"That wasn't very nice." I tell him as soon as he finishes.
"Love hurts," he chuckles. Harry helps me up and we both make our way down the stairs, hand in hand. Everything is dark, but I don't remember anyone turning the lights off.
"Shit! The lights went out," Harry says as he tries flipping the light switch. "Help me light some candles?" He asks. I nod and follow him to a little closet, where he hands me about a dozen of them.
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"All done!" I yell as I finish lighting the last candle.
"Me too," Harry says, suddenly behind me. "Come, bird." he reaches a hand out towards me, which I gladly take and let him guide us back to the couch. We sit down, and, without wasting a moment, Harry leans in and forces his lips onto mine, kissing with force and passion like never before. I reach my hands up and fist his curls, earning a low groan come deep within Harry's throat. His tongue glides along the rim of my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I eagerly grant. He explores every part of my mouth, our lips moving in perfect sync with one another. His hands begin to search every part of my body, but as they get too low and personal, I pull away before things go any further.
"Harry… I… um…" I stutter.
"Too fast?" He breathes against my lips. I simply nodded my head and he sits back up, bringing me up with him. I'm glad he hasn't forced me into anything; he respects my decision to wait until things get a bit more serious between us.
"Oh- I almost forgot," Harry says. "I have some wine. Why don't we drink that and put on another movie?"
He suggests.
"Sounds perfect." I say with a smile.
"The wine is in the wine holder next to the fridge and the glasses are second cabinet to the left," he instructs. I make my way to the kitchen and gather the cups, but have trouble deciding between red amd white, so I walk back to Harry for his opinion.
"Harry, so you want red or-" I immediately stop at the sight of a man standing in the living room; definitely no Harry. He has short, dark brown hair, messy and wet due to the rain and tattoos covering his body. He looks oddly out of place in this apartment, different from the way Harry does.
"You must be the girlfriend. I'm a friend; from the bar," the man says with an cold, evil smirk as he stands over Harry's limp, unconscious body.
"The rain is getting heavier, I think we should just go back to your place, since it's closer." I tell Harry with concern as we settled into his car. As if on cue, a loud roar of thunder filled our ears, causing us both to jump in surprise. It was raining harder and faster than before I got to the library to see Harry.
After a terrifying car ride of me nagging Harry to drive carefully, we made our to his house in one piece. There was no use in running to the door; we still got completely soaked. As we walked inside, I smiled at the though of the last time I was here.
"You can borrow a shirt and sweat pants if you'd like, bird." Harry offers me with a smirk, obviously getting a hint to my thoughts due to my facial expression.
"That would be great," I say, a blush creeping onto my pale cheeks. God, the things he does to me... Harry then runs upstairs to grab the clothes, I assume.
Harry returns with a small pile of clothes, handing them to me as he becomes closer.
"I think you know where the bathroom is; just try not to get lost in my bedroom again," he chuckles, but it doesn't bother me. Instead, I reply with a witty comment of my own.
"I'll try my best." I tell him with a wink.
I step inside the bathroom, which is just as nice as the rest of the house, and lock the door behind me. God, I look like a wreck, I think as I look into the mirror for the first time. I'm completely drenched in water and my makeup is smeared down my cheeks, causing me to look like a mixture of the grudge and a raccoon; yet Harry still looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his entire life. Maybe he really does love me...
I peel my clothes off with slight difficulty, then dry my damp naked body off with a white towel I find on a shelf in Harry's bathroom. I'm a about to pull on the shirt Harry provided for me when I realise I have no bra or panties. God dammit! I look in Harry's drawers for a hair dryer, and to my surprise, find one. So that's how he gets his hair so perfect...
After drying off my undergarments and putting on Harry's huge T-Shirt, I brush through my hair and give it a quick tousle with my fingers before making my way downstairs.
"So, do you want to watch a scary movie, comedy, or romance?" Harry asks upon my arrival, kneeling down by the movies under his TV.
"Romance," I say.
"The Great Gatsby?" He asks, and I rapidly nod my head like a child.
»»»
"I have to say, Leonardo Dicaprio made a very good Gatsby, but I still like the book better," Harry says as the movie finishes. My head lies on his muscular chest, and I listen to the soft sound of his heartbeat underneath me. It is slow and steady, letting me know that he is relaxed and at ease.
"What next, bird?" He asks, unconsciously fiddling with my hair.
"I don't know," I smirk. Hopefully something scandalous.
"I think I have an idea," he told me with a low and raspy voice.
"Well, are you going to tell me Mr. Styles? Or keep me here waiting for you all night?" I laugh and sit up straight.
"Hide and seek! You count!" Harry runs off like a small child, leaving me dazzles by his quick movement before I begin counting aloud.
"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Ready or not here I come!" I yell and make my way up the stairs. "Harry, where are you?" I teasingly call as I walk up the stairs and into his bedroom. I hear a sudden sneeze erupt from underneath his bed, so I quickly run towards it.
"Found you!" I laugh.
"No fair! I sneezed." He whines like a child.
"Oh well," I giggle. Harry climbs out from underneath the large bed and stands up as I do.
"You'd better run, bird." he tells me, his deep, husky voice back.
"Or what?" I smirk
"Or I will tickle you." He says simply. I like this playful side of Harry; its cute.
I run down the hall quickly and into a spare bedroom. Knowing I don't have much time before Harry barges in to look for me, I get underneath the covers of the bed and lie down as flat as I can to make it look like I'm not even here.
The sound of slow footsteps then fill the room, a low voice following not long after.
"I wonder where Ember is," he says sarcastically. Harry rips the sheets off my body and pins me down, arms over my head, legs under the weight of his lower half.
"You really shouldn't have done that." he smirks.
"No Harry, please don't!" I whine, unable to stifle the laughter from my voice.
"Not good enough." Harry releases my arms but begins to tickle me in my armpits and all around my very ticklish torso.
"Please! Harry!" I squirm under his touch.
"That wasn't very nice." I tell him as soon as he finishes.
"Love hurts," he chuckles. Harry helps me up and we both make our way down the stairs, hand in hand. Everything is dark, but I don't remember anyone turning the lights off.
"Shit! The lights went out," Harry says as he tries flipping the light switch. "Help me light some candles?" He asks. I nod and follow him to a little closet, where he hands me about a dozen of them.
»»»
"All done!" I yell as I finish lighting the last candle.
"Me too," Harry says, suddenly behind me. "Come, bird." he reaches a hand out towards me, which I gladly take and let him guide us back to the couch. We sit down, and, without wasting a moment, Harry leans in and forces his lips onto mine, kissing with force and passion like never before. I reach my hands up and fist his curls, earning a low groan come deep within Harry's throat. His tongue glides along the rim of my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I eagerly grant. He explores every part of my mouth, our lips moving in perfect sync with one another. His hands begin to search every part of my body, but as they get too low and personal, I pull away before things go any further.
"Harry… I… um…" I stutter.
"Too fast?" He breathes against my lips. I simply nodded my head and he sits back up, bringing me up with him. I'm glad he hasn't forced me into anything; he respects my decision to wait until things get a bit more serious between us.
"Oh- I almost forgot," Harry says. "I have some wine. Why don't we drink that and put on another movie?"
He suggests.
"Sounds perfect." I say with a smile.
"The wine is in the wine holder next to the fridge and the glasses are second cabinet to the left," he instructs. I make my way to the kitchen and gather the cups, but have trouble deciding between red amd white, so I walk back to Harry for his opinion.
"Harry, so you want red or-" I immediately stop at the sight of a man standing in the living room; definitely no Harry. He has short, dark brown hair, messy and wet due to the rain and tattoos covering his body. He looks oddly out of place in this apartment, different from the way Harry does.
"You must be the girlfriend. I'm a friend; from the bar," the man says with an cold, evil smirk as he stands over Harry's limp, unconscious body.
Notes
Well hello! Yes I am the co-author of this story now! You can thank Daisy for that! Well love you all and enjoy:)What do you think will happen next?
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12/10/13