Feeling Safe With Danger

"I hated not being with you last night." Harry said as I plopped onto his bed.

"I know, you could've stayed..."

"So, shall I order pizza in for dinner?" He changed the subject.

"That sounds fine to me!" He hastily exited the room while he pulled out his phone.

That was a little strange. I noticed he didn't bother to even make eye contact with me. I wonder what's with him....

Actually, this whole day he's been acting strange. Everytime I tried to make conversation with him he was either not listening, or was barely paying any attention.

He hasn't attempted to touch me or kiss me all day. Not one perverted comment has escaped his lips. It has me on edge.

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"This is really good." I said as we ate our pizza.

I heard Harry's phone vibrated for the hundredth time today, the screen lit up but I couldn't see the name in time, since Harry snatched it up as fast as possible. He looked hard at the name, as if he was debating to answer it or not. He hit ignore and put it into his pocket. He scowled at his slice of pizza.

"You weren't going to answer that?" I inquired.

"No." Why was he being so short with me?

"Who keeps calling you?"

"Why do you keep asking so many questions?" He glared up at me.

"Sorry..." His behavior was really intimidating me. Where did the sweet Harry go?



"I'm full." I slouched back into my chair.

"Yeah me too.." Harry played with his slice of pizza. He only had eaten one slice and he barely made a dent in the second. He eats way more than this usually.

"Is everything okay?" I noticed him hesitate before answering.

"Yeah, I'm just not that hungry tonight." He didn't even look up at me, all he did was stare at his food.

"Can we do something tonight?"

"I'm not in the mood to go out." Yeah, well it looks like you aren't in the mood to do anything.

"I meant like watch a movie together. Here." I lied.

"Yeah, I guess we could do that."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes! I'm fine." He snapped.

Harry cleaned everything up while I picked out a movie. I wanted to watch something that he would enjoy specifically, hoping to lighten him up a bit.
He once told me that he secretly liked Spiderman..

I stuck the DVD in the player and sat on the end couch waiting for him to join me. The best part about watching movies with Harry is being able to snuggle up to his chest.

I heard his loud footsteps approaching slowly. He sat down at the opposite end of the couch. What the heck...

I didn't realize it, but my mouth slightly dropped as I stared at him.
He looked in my direction.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He scowled further.

I didn't answer, I just turned back to face the screen. I could feel myself pouting. I didn't want to show him that he hurt me, but I couldn't help it.

I heard him mutter something under his breath.

I couldn't take it anymore. Something was up with him, and I was getting really pissed at his pissy mood.

"What is wrong with you today?"

He looked surprised at my irritated tone. "Nothing." He looked back at the screen.

I was beginning to feel really lonely, even though I had someone just a few feet away from me. I wondered...was it too soon to move in? I know I didn't have much of a choice, but maybe he felt like he was forced to accept me in here?
I think I was beginning to be more scared than angry. I wondered if he was starting realize he didn't want to be in a relationship. After all, he was used to a the nightly fuck and chuck. Sticking with one girl is a big thing for him....

I continued pouting at the screen. My arms were crossed along my chest.
I heard Harry let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Vana. I didn't mean....I'm just stressed. Take it easy on me, okay?"

"I don't understand." I shook my head. "Last night, you, you seemed fine besides the whole fighting thing. And today, it feels like I don't even exist to you. I get that you need space sometimes, but you don't have to be rude about it."

"Sorry." Another short answer.

"Do you want me to move out?" I timidly asked.

"What!? Hell no!" He scooted closer to me. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I don't know what's come over me. I just-

We were interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Who keeps calling you?" He pressed the ignore button. "And why do you keep pressing ignore? It seems this person really needs to contact you."

"It doesn't matter! I..I mean it's Niall. He's just irritated about something and I'm not in the mood to talk to him." He tried softening his tone.

"Okay." I looked down at my lap.

I wondered though maybe he isn't just stressed out? He's been doing a lot for me, ya know, sexually, during the time I've moved in. All I've given him is a couple handjobs. The last one I gave was a few days ago.

Maybe he just needed some attention....

I looked over at him and bit down on my lip. He caught me staring and his eyes widened as he stared at my mouth.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, babe?" He leaned in closer to me.

I pressed my lips against his. He pulled away.

"Why? Why did you pull away?"

"I don't know." He stared at the wall behind me.

"I thought I could...um,..."

"What? You thought you could what?"

"You've just been doing a lot for me, um, down there. I thought maybe I could do something for you?" My face flushed with embarrassment. His eyes flashed with a gleam of surprise but were replaced quickly with anger. He stared at the tv screen.

"You don't have to do that." He said lowly.

"Please?" I scooted closer to him, allowing my chest to graze his arm. His eyes quickly darted to the area before they went back to the screen. He barely seemed fazed by my actions. "Please?" I placed my hand on his crotch, he was as hard as rock. It was like I was turning him on but he pretended that he wasn't.
He let out a deep breath with my touch.

"I could give you a blowjob?" I meekly asked, unsure of his answer. I could see a smile tugging on his lips.

"You could...." He broke out into a full grin.
I began fumbling with his belt, which he assisted in taking off. I pulled his pants down a bit and touched him through his boxers.

"Fuck...Fuck, Vana." I began to take off his boxers when his phone went off again. He quickly grabbed it before I could see the caller ID. He stood straight up, breaking away from my contact with him. He wiggled his pants up, quickly walked out of the room, and answered the call.

Saying I'm embarrassed is an understatement. He has been rude to me all day, while he constantly ignores his phone. Then when I offer him a freaking blowjob, he tries to decline. Then after he accepts my offer, his phone goes off, and now he answers it!

I don't know whether to scream, cry, or just ignore him the rest of the night.


I decided to do what anyone other normal human being in this situation would do.

Time for some eavesdropping.



I make my way down the hall to his bedroom, I place my ear on the door and listen.

"Yeah, I'll be over. Ok, bye Georgia..."

Georgia?

I run back to the living room before he can see that I was eavesdropping.

"Sorry about that. I need to go. Niall and I are gonna sort our issue out. I should be back by ten..." With that he walked out the door.


He just lied to me. I know he was talking to Georgia. Why would he lie about that if there wasn't something to hide?



Harry's POV


I didn't even bother knocking, I just busted through Zayn's door to see Georgia's smug face on the couch.

"Seriously?! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me?" She tried to sound innocent.

"Yeah! You! You kept calling me today and I repeatedly told you to stop contacting me!"

"I just want to make sure you don't wuss out of the plan...."

"I wouldn't do that!"

"But you have feelings for her." She said the word feelings in the most disgusted tone possible.

"Yeah, I've always had feelings for her, and I would really appreciate it if you let us be!!" I boomed. My voice echoed throughout the house.

Zayn walked in, "We need to discuss some details of the plan, Harry. It's almost time."

"Okay, I get it." I sat down as far away from Georgia as possible.

"I'll get us some water." She walked out of the kitchen leaving Zayn and I to discuss some details.

When she came back, she was in a lingerie dress. She stood in front of me.

"Do you like the color? I know how much you like black..." I rolled my eyes. I was not interested in her anymore when she was less dressed than when she had more clothes on.

"Why are you wearing that?" I said with disgust. Obviously she's desperate for attention..

"I was getting hot..." She had the nerve to sit on my lap.
I placed my hands on her waist and yanked her off and placed her far away from me on the couch.

"Stop. I'm with Vana." I snapped at her.

"Yeah...not for long." She muttered. This girl was asking for it....

"Excuse me?" I shot back.

"Nevermind...geez, you were never this stressed during the times I fucked you. Is she just not doing the job well enough for you? I could take care of that, but you already know that." She licked her nasty ass lips.

Okay she didn't have bad lips, but her whoreish behavior made everything about her gross.

"Vana is taking care of me just fine! In fact it's more than fine. I'm not stressed because of her, I'm stressed because of you and your clingy attitude!"

"We could go at it again...for old time's sake." Her blue eyes dropped into a wink. God, this girl just doesn't get it.

"I would never cheat on Vana. Stop trying to make moves on me, because I will never accept them." I said honestly.

"Guys, we need to get to work on the plan....." Zayn butted in.

"What a good boyfriend you are...keeping secrets from your girlfriend like this."

"You don't need to remind me! I've been feeling guilty enough about it today...I can barely look at my own girlfriend!"

"Vana would never look at you again if she knew what we were doing." Georgia said smugly.

"That's why she'll never know, right?" I gritted through my teeth as Georgia rolled her eyes.

Notes

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