Twisted

“Be a good girl and stay here, okay?”
With a firm kiss and a gentle reminder of a pat on my bum, Harry released me and stepped away. I felt suddenly very out of place, so I took an instinctive step towards him, as if to follow him. His eyes fell back to me, firm yet apologetic.
“I’ll be right back.”
Then he added a bit darkly, “This shouldn’t take long.”
Harry then seemed to have a sudden idea; he stripped out of his large leather jacket and draped it over me. When the large weight had been added to my shoulders, I could see he was smirking to himself.
“This is to remind them who you belong to.”
He was referring to his men, who were sitting across the room. There were four of them, and it looked as though they were playing some kind of card game.
Harry snuck in another quick kiss, his large hand wrapping softly around my throat. It wasn’t an offensive move or gesture; his hand was soft against my sensitive skin, his fingers wrapping firmly around the length of my neck. His hands were large enough to fully cup it. I could feel his men watching us from a distance, though they said nothing in front of their leader. Harry’s face was looking a lot better now, though he still had the hint of a bruise on his cheek. His men knew of their leader’s absence and this was the first time they have seen him in a few days.
Harry pulled away abruptly, sending me a brief wink, and whirled on his heels to head to the door. He walked inside and I was left by myself.
Immediately the men at the table resumed their game of cards. I stood there awkwardly, shifting my feet, moving the jacket so my arms went in the holes. Even when I did that, the sleeves were long, hiding my hands.
Strangely, I felt a whole lot safer in this jacket. Almost like a piece of Harry was left so people wouldn’t pull a knife on me or something. I may be paranoid right now, but I was in a warehouse where Harry’s gang resided. I had the right to be slightly nervous.
I sat down on a nearby chair, taking out my phone and aimlessly rolling through it. It was then I remembered Fran.
Why hasn’t she called me? She went from calling me like 20 times a day to…nothing.
I glanced at the men, knowing I couldn’t just call her. It would be uncomfortable for me to talk while knowing they could hear every word I said. So I sent a quick text message to my dear friend, asking if she was okay or not. I also sent one to Kim, slightly worried about her whereabouts. I hoped she was with Niall still…if she went back with Zayn…
“…apparently the boss has some dirt on Antonio.” I heard a man mumble. “I heard he double-crossed us and gave some information to the police.”
“The police ain’t gonna to do nothing.” Another man replied gruffly. “What can they do? We’ll put a few bullets in a few of their heads and they’ll go back to bein’ hungry dogs.”
“Didn’t you see the new police chief?” The first man asked, his voice slightly lowered.
“Yeah, I saw her.”
“She had a whole speech on the news that she was going to fight against whatever gang violence that happens here.” The man paused. “She seems pretty headstrong about it, too.”
“She’s a woman. What can she do?”
“She arrested one of Vlad’s men.” Another man piped up. “I saw. It was on the west side of town. She interrogated the man and soon had him backed up against the car with handcuffs ready. This chick means business.”
“I think she could be a problem.”
“The boss is gonna take care of this.” The first man suggested. “We’ve had people try to resist us in the police force before. This woman is going to drop dead by next week—just you see.”
I couldn’t help but listen intently to each word they said, straining to hear everything. Was the police building up to fight back? I knew a lot of the police force was paid off, and half of them were actually part of One Direction. But they were talking about this new police chief…I haven’t heard about her. But apparently they did.
“Right now she don’t have the guts to even approach one of our men.” The last man spoke up. I noticed he had the accent of an Italian. He reminded me a lot of how the people in the Godfather spoke—like he was in the mafia or something. “And once Harry takes care of this, they’ll be reminded of who’s in charge.”
The men all murmured in agreement and I was staring hard at the ground, my mind lost in deep thought. They got a new police chief? When?
And she was speaking out against gang violence?
My phone vibrated in my hand and I checked my new message from Fran.
From: Fran
Hey, I’m doing fine. How are you?
Weird. She wasn’t shooting off hundreds of questions. I remembered how different she was on the phone the other day.
To: Fran
Are you sure you’re doing fine? Pls let me know if anything is wrong.
I sighed when I received no reply from her. A few minutes passed as I half-listened to the men now talking about something else entirely, and I tossed my phone around, waiting for a reply from either of my friends.
I desperately wanted to talk to Kim—I missed her so much. And the guilt was eating me on the inside out, since I was the reason she was in this mess. If I had only called her back to let her know I was alive, she wouldn’t have flown here on a plane. But now, it seemed like she was almost in the same boat with me.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, but soon, the doors flew open—literally—with aBANG and a man came running out.
I recognized him immediately.
It was the man I saw get dragged off the street, back in that café. I saw how he walked down the street, always glancing around, as if he knew people were watching him. He still had his long trench coat on, but when he ran out of the doors, he looked terrified.
Why was he running?
He skidded to a stop in the room and all of Harry’s men stopped playing the cards, their eyes falling on the man. The man looked around the room frantically, probably trying to find an escape.
“Don’t fucking move, Antonio!” I heard Harry yell from the room, followed by the sound of a mass of footsteps.
I froze when the man’s eyes fell on me.
They lit up in recognition, hope flaring in his eyes. I had no time to prepare before he rushed up to me, and I couldn’t help but let out a blood-curling scream as he reached down for me.
He didn’t flinch from my voice. He only picked me up effortlessly, swinging me over his shoulder. Already his feet were carrying me towards the exit, and it was then I realized he was taking me away.
Why was it always me?
The men from the table scrambled out of their seats when they saw Antonio pick me up. I could hear a gun being fired, bouncing off the walls from missing their intended target, and a cold wind swept over me as Antonio threw open the door.
I used my fists to pound into his back, gritting my teeth and trying to inflict some kind of pain. But it didn’t seem to faze him. In fact, he only began running harder, and his shoulder dug painfully into my stomach from his ragged movements.
And suddenly—a loud gun shot rang through the air.
I heard Antonio let out a curse word, and I felt him falter underneath me.
“Fuck,” He breathed, and his arm loosened around my knees. I felt his body begin to stumble under me, and soon, he was falling to the ground. He had released my knees, so I scrambled off of him, eyes wide and breath halting.
I could see blood pooling at the back of his calf, gushing through his pant leg. Antonio fell on his knees, clutching his wound, and I heard him mutter some incoherent words under his breath.
I turned around, prepared to run, only to almost run right into Harry. But when I saw the look on his face, my blood went cold.
He looked murderous.
His large body stood protectively in front of me, shielding me from Antonio’s view. I stared at his back, seeing that his muscles were tense.
“I got him.” Zayn walked past me, holding a silver pistol. The rest of the boys shuffled past me, lining up against Harry. Louis was the one who stood at Harry’s right; Zayn stood on Harry’s left.
“Please—don’t kill me.” Antonio begged. “I’ve been with you guys for two years!”
“Where the fuck did your loyalty go, huh?” Harry demanded. “First you snitch off to the police. Then you run away like a coward—and then you have the nerve to touchmy girl.”
“I had to tell her! She was interrogating me—she’s different than the rest, you have to believe me! She had a gun to my head.”
Zayn mumbled, “We need to get rid of her, Harry.”
Harry was silent for a moment. “Antonio, you know what happens to traitors, don’t you?”
“No,” Antonio begged again, and I actually heard him sobbing. A grown mansobbing. “No, please…please, Harry…”
“Niall,” Harry said suddenly, “get Claire back inside.”
The blonde male immediately turned to me, his blue eyes meeting mine. All he had to do was nod at me, and I followed right behind him. I was relieved I didn’t have to witness what Harry was about to do…
It wasn’t like I could stop him.
But…Antonio’s words stayed in mind. He mentioned the police chief.
He betrayed Harry’s gang, yes, but he was actually doing the right thing. Perhaps Antonio didn’t want to involved with the gang any longer—perhaps he wanted it all to end. And even if he just told her because his life was on the line, I still thought it was the moral thing to do.
But he crossed Harry, and even I knew was that if you crossed Harry, you were as good as dead.
I flinched when I heard another gun shot, followed by an eerie silence. My arms unconsciously wrapped around me as I followed behind Niall, my eyes downcast.
This gang violence was actually very terrifying. They had certain rules, and if you broke one, you could die.
It was a system.
One step out of line—you were dead.
Niall opened the door for me, and I brushed past him, immediately going back to my seat. Harry’s men were no longer in the room, so it was just Niall and I.
“Are you okay?” Niall asked me, his eyes sweeping over me.
“Niall,” I said quietly, “why did you join this gang?”
His blue eyes clouded over in a cautious look, and he sat next to me, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Why?”
“I just…” I sighed and glanced at him. Niall looked like the youngest of the 5 members of One Direction, and like always, I felt myself relaxing around him. “I—”
“—Claire!” A voice cut me off. My head whirled towards the source, and my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw Kim standing there.
I wasted no time in running at her. She ran to me, too, and I hugged her, tears already running down my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried, “this is all my fault. I’m so sorry, Kim! Please don’t hate me!”
“Why would I hate you?” Her normally bubbly voice was gentle and solemn. She pulled away, and it was then I cried even more. She was the Kim I knew. Her eyes didn’t look faraway, her skin had its color. “I came to help you, Claire. I don’t regret it.”
I pulled her back to me, leaning my head on her shoulder. I kept murmuring how sorry I was, so happy that my best friend was alright.
It was the greatest relief in the world.
After seeing what Zayn had done to her…
Eventually I stopped crying. I did notice that Kim’s eyes were red, probably from crying as well. But she didn’t cry as much as I did.
My eyes swept over her, trying to see if there was anything wrong. I looked for bruises, broken bones, cuts, scrapes…anorexia..
But I found nothing.
She actually wore a loose-fitting grey shirt over jeans. This struck me as odd, because she never wore shirts like that…and it looked too big for her…
…wait a minute.
“Kim,” I said quietly, “are you wearing Niall’s clothes?”
Her brown eyes glanced over my shoulder at the blonde male, who was keeping a close eye on us while playing a game on his phone.
“I had to.” She replied in a hushed tone. “I didn’t have any of my clothes. Well, except for these jeans.”
“Are you okay?” I asked, the image of a drugged Kim still apparent in my mind. I closely scrutinized over her facial features, studying the warmth and life in her eyes. I desperately tried to erase the image of the last time I saw Kim out of my mind.
“Well, hey there babe.” Zayn’s voice sounded behind us, and I saw Kim’s eyes flash in recognition. Yes, she remembered him.
Immediately Niall was next to us, and I was surprised when he wrapped an arm defensively around her shoulders. Zayn and Niall both stared at one another; Zayn had a mischievous smirk while Niall had a threatening glare.
Now, Niall was always able to calm me down really easily. But I knew that under that leather jacket, the guy was strong. You couldn’t be a weakling and be a part of this gang. You had to be physically and mentally strong.
On the other hand, Zayn was terrifying. He was much larger than Niall, and I knew how messed up he could be. His amber-colored eyes lingered on Kim, his smirk widening a little when he saw Niall’s arm wrapped around her.
“You’d better keep a close eye on her.” Was all Zayn said, before disappearing into one of the hallways. The rest of the boys swarmed into the room, and Louis and Harry were last. It looked like Harry was still unbelievably angry, and it looked like Louis was, too.
When I looked back to where Kim was, I was disappointed to see a flash of her leaving through the door, with Niall’s arm still around her.
Who knew the last time I would be able to talk to her?
“Claire,” Harry had suddenly grabbed my wrist, tugging me towards the other exit—the one we came in from. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
I sensed the edge in his voice. This made me nervous. His tight on my wrist was tight and uncomfortable, but I held my tongue and followed him out.
However, as soon as we were down the stairs and on the sidewalk, Harry whirled on me and nearly threw me back against the wall. Pain flared a little in my spine and I gasped but was cut off when Harry kissed me.
His tall form towered over me. He was covering me entirely against the wall, his body craned so that he leaned into me. His large hands grabbed a firm hold of my hips, pressing me against him as his lips moved forcibly against mine.
I was not an expert kisser, especially when Harry was like this. I found myself fumbling, my lips faltering to meet the movements of his. But Harry didn’t seem to mind this; in fact, it felt like he ignored that. Instead he tilted his head to grant him more access. My arms stayed at my sides, my hands wrapping into tight fists. I had no idea what to do.
I broke my lips away, mumbling, “Harry…”
He let out a low grunt when he pushed me tighter against the wall. I felt his hands grasp my inner thighs, and soon, he had my legs around his waist. He held our midsections together, his forest-green eyes gazing fixedly up at me.
“Who do you belong to?”
His voice was dark—possessive. I’ve only heard him talk like this a few times. There was no hint of playfulness in his eyes, and there was no smirk. He was dead serious.
But why was he looking at me like this? It was like I did something wrong.
“What?”
“Who,” He pushed his forehead against mine, his eyes never looking away from mine, “do you belong to?”
I felt captivated by the look in his eye. I was looking in the eyes of Harry Styles—the notorious gang leader. My breath was stolen, my heart skipping a beat, and my arms were automatically wrapped around his neck, my legs tightening around his waist in fear of slipping down. His hands supported me by holding my butt, and his body pressed me against the wall, successfully pinning me against it.
“Damn it, Claire,” He said under his breath, shifting me a little better. I could smell the his minty breath fanning across my lips. Who knew Harry’s breathe smelled minty? “I won’t ask you again. Say it.”
“You,” I breathed, unable to look away. “I belong to you.”
I either said that because, well, I was pinned up to a wall and Harry could possibly hurt me if I denied him, or because I really felt like I did belong to him.
Harry’s crimson lips upturned into a victorious smirk. He tilted his head a little, his eyes flickering down to my lips. He supported my bottom with one hand now, the other lightly touching my neck. “Show me.”
I froze. “Show you?”
I seemed to forget that we were right outside the warehouse. Anybody could pass by and see us, but I supposed that if they did they wouldn’t linger when they saw Harry Styles.
Unless, of course, they were one of Vlad’s men.
Harry didn’t reply. His eyes only carefully watched my face, his hand rising to ease a stray strand of auburn hair behind my ear. I nearly shivered from his gentle touch. How could his actions be so gentle yet his eyes so dark?
I leaned down, my lips lightly kissing his neck, and I began peppering his neck with gentle kisses. Harry hummed in approval, his throat vibrating from the low sound.
My cheeks flushed bright red as I stopped kissing him. Now I attached my lips to his skin, sucking. When Harry caught on to what I was doing, his hand around my butt tried to pull me closer.
I began sucking harder, focusing on one spot, enjoying the masculine scent of Harry.
I’ve never given anyone a love bite before. I’ve never even had anyone give me one either. However, I have read books with couples in it, and it did go into detail when…things got heated.
Knowledge is power, right?
I pulled away, feeling suddenly very shy about my bold move. But when I saw Harry’s amused eyes and his cheeky grin, I felt even more embarrassed.
Shyly, I touched my darkening mark on his neck and mumbled, “On the contrary, Styles, I do believe you’re mine.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyes glinted mischievously.
I met his gaze evenly, trying not to smile. But my lips turned into a grin, no matter how hard I tried to keep a serious expression. “I believe this mark proves who youbelong to.”
His smirk widened at my playful tone. “Are you developing an attitude, Claire?”
I ducked my head a little, letting my hair fall past my shoulders to hide my smile. “Yours is quite contagious.”
“Well,” Harry used his free hand to push my hair away, revealing my grinning and flushed face. “I guess I have no choice in the matter, do I?”
“Nope.” I couldn’t stop smiling when I saw that he wasn’t angry anymore. It almost seemed like he was genuinely pleased with my reaction.
Harry looked as close to happy as he could ever get. Well, that’s what it looked like.
He leaned down, our foreheads touching again, and his eyes were now staring at my lips. “I’m all yours, then.”
“Take your bra off.”
My reaction was immediate from Harrys’ raspy, commanding voice; my cheeks turned beat red, my heart started beating faster, and my stomach felt all warm. It was a bright day outside. For once, it wasn’t rainy or cloudy.
Days like this in London are very rare.
I was sitting on the couch in Harry’s living room, my knees tucked under me, wearing a shirt of Harry’s and some of his shorts. Harry walked into the room wearing a sleeveless white shirt, revealing his taunt arm muscles, and grew sweatpants. His curly hair was bound back in a beanie, though he allowed some curls to frame his forehead.
“Why?” I asked.
I heard him grab his keys. He walked in front of me, a smirk tugging at his lips, swinging the keys around impishly. “You’re going to want to have it off. Trust me.”
“Why? What are we doing?” I eyed the keys nervously.
Harry’s dark green eyes glinted and he raised an eyebrow. He leaned down, his body once again towering over mine, and his large hands grasped my knees. I noticed he wore a chained necklace over his neck, dangling over his firm chest. “Can you do it, or am I going to have to take it off for you? I have no problem with that…”
“I-I can do it.” I stammered, unable to meet his intent gaze.
“That’s my girl.”
I closed my eyes when he leaned closer, but he only gave me a sloppy kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes, seeing him grinning cheekily down at me before heading out of the room.
What was Harry doing? I sighed uneasily before reaching behind my shirt, glancing to make sure Harry was gone. When I saw that he was, I found the clasp of my bra and disconnected it. I tossed it to the side, immediately feeling weird without a bra. When I was in my own apartment, I would never wear a bra when I was by myself. I always felt so much more comfortable without one. But now with Harry around, I just felt weird without one.
I glanced down at my chest, my eyes widening when I realized you could see my nipples through the thin material of the shirt. I was just reaching for the bra when Harry’s voice stopped me.
“Leave it off, Claire. Now come on—put on some shoes.”
I crossed my arms unconsciously over my chest, keeping my eyes averted to the floor. I was looking for my flip flops when Harry suddenly grabbed my wrists, forcing my hands to leave my chest.
“Never hide yourself from me.”
“Harry, you can see my…nipples.” I mumbled, my chees aflame.
“I know.” I knew he was smirking. Cheeky bastard.
“Where are we going?” I quickly changed the subject.
He still had a hold of my wrist, and now he was tugging me towards the garage. “You’ll see—come on.”
We made our way into the garage and I was surprised when Harry was heading for the driver’s seat.
“Um, are you sure you want to…” He shot me a glare and I shut my mouth, scrambling to the passenger seat. He turned the car on, roaring it to life, and I immediately buckled my seat belt, my hand immediately gripping the handle above me.
Harry pulled out of his driveway, going right into the grass. He drove nonchalantly around the mansion, heading to the area where I ran away that day. I stared out the window, wondering where the hell he planned on us going. Was he going to finally murder me and find a good place to hide my body?
…would Harry kill me?
My face paled and my palms grew clammy. I didn’t even think before I crossed my arms over my chest again when Harry hit a bump, sending my chest to bounce.
Harry’s hand grasped my knee painfully, “Claire, what did I say about hiding yourself from me?”
“Are you going to kill me?” I blurted.
“What?” Harry asked, his eyes scrunching in confusion.
“Are you going to take me to a secluded place and kill me?” I rambled, fear evident in my face.
“First of all, if I was going to kill someone, I wouldn’t take them to a secluded area.” Harry said. “I don’t care about getting caught. And second of all, I don’t want to kill you. I already told you, if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.” His green eyes flashed to me, and I felt suddenly foolish for asking such an obvious question.
But you couldn’t blame me for wondering. Harry was, after all, a gang leader.
We entered the wooded area now. The trees were actually very large, and more appeared the more we drove. Pretty soon Harry had to stop the car when we couldn’t drive anymore. When he left the keys in the ignition and got out, I took that as my cue to leave also.
Leaves crunched under my feet, and I felt the sun on my face. I smiled a little, my eyes taking in the scenery around me. Everything was so green here.
“Follow me.” Harry said, and I glanced at him. He was facing the left side, waiting for me. I hurried over to him, seeing that he held out his hand for me to take. I reluctantly laid my hand in his larger one, feeling him encase mine inside of his firmly.
We walked through the wooded area with Harry keeping a close watch on me. He always kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was still there. I guess he was suspecting me of running off, now that we were in a more secluded area. I could take off running, and I’d have more of a chance to get away since it seemed Harry didn’t have a gun. But I knew Harry’s physical health was more improved, and he probably could run faster than me.
Besides, I didn’t want Harry to be angry again. He was needless to say terrifying when angry.
I didn’t know how long we walked. But pretty soon, the sun was feeling hot on my face and I could feel myself beginning to sweat.
Once again, I wondered where we were going.
Eventually we came to a clearing, and I peered over Harry’s shoulder to see a small yet healthy pond awaiting us. The water was surprisingly a deep dark color, but it looked rather clean. Harry released my hand, walking slower as we approached the water, and my mouth fell open as I looked around.
It was beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
There was a small waterfall running into the pond over a large boulder, giving some kind of access to the pond. There was also a large looming tree providing shade over half the pond, its branches stretching like limbs.
I was too busy admiring the beauty to notice Harry stripping out of his shirt. But when I glanced over, seeing him pull down his sweats, I gulped and looked away.
“Harry, um, what are you doing?”
“You and I are going to go skinny dipping.”
Skinny dipping?!
I’ve never been skinny dipping. If Harry thought he could get me naked into thatwater, surely he was on drugs or something.
“You’re going in.” Harry insisted knowingly behind me as I heard more clothes hit the floor. “I’ll undress you myself if I have to.”
“Can’t I just go in with these clothes?”
“No.” I heard him walking up to me from behind and my entire body tensed. I instinctively closed my eyes, my arms crossing over my chest again.
“Claire.” His lips were right next to my ear. “Open your eyes.”
“A-are you naked?”
He paused. “Not yet.”
I opened one eye and saw that he was wearing his boxers. My eyes drank in his firm, developed chest, seeing that he still had a few bruises. Nonetheless, I admired his physique. He still wore that chained necklace dancing over his abdomen. My eyes stayed firmly on his torso, refusing to look down. He also took off his beanie, letting his curly free.
“I’m not going in there naked.” I stated, trying to sound firm.
“Claire, I will take those clothes off for you.” Harry retaliated, authority lacing his own voice.
“Do I have to?” I knew it would be easier if I just did it myself. If Harry did it…it would make things a bit more awkward.
“Yes.” I had no warning before his hands tucked in at the waist band of his boxers, and I barely shut my eyes before he pulled them down. I gasped a little, covering my eyes with my own hands, hearing his clothing hit the floor.
“Now are you going to need me to do it?” Harry’s husky voice was back.
“N-no,” I stammered, backing up a little. “I’ll do it myself.”
I waited a few moments until I heard the sound of splashing in front of me. I waited again to open my eyes cautiously, first peering through a crack in my hand.
Harry was in the water, deep enough for the dark water to reach his waist. I sighed in relief, seeing that his back was to me. His hands were stretched in front of him, as if testing the water.
I stood there, watching him, until he turned to me.
“Why do you still have clothes on?”
“Er, give me a minute.” I tried to erase the image of a naked Harry, knowing what laid beneath those dark waters. I stalled for a moment, sliding out of my flip flops and setting them neatly next to a tree.
“I’m giving you five minutes before I do it myself.” Harry warned, and he ducked his head under water. When he came up, he shook his head like a dog, and I noticed his hair looked much darker wet. Well, didn’t everybody’s?
My face was probably bright red, my heart was leaping in my chest, and I felt very light-headed. I couldn’t just get naked in front of Harry!
But maybe…maybe I could get in before he looks and have the water hide me. I knew that would be difficult since I had breasts, but I suppose it was worth a try.
Either that or I could take off running.
“Fine.” I mumbled, glancing at the large tree. “One second.” I walked behind it, making sure Harry couldn’t see me, and warned, “Don’t look.” Please.
He didn’t reply.
I sighed heavily before shakily pulling off Harry’s shirt. I immediately felt highly uncomfortable wearing nothing, and I quickly pulled down the shorts, revealing my underwear. When I was fully naked, I pressed fully against the tree, breathing rapidly.
I can’t do this.
I know I’ve been naked in front of Harry before…but it was still awkward, for me.
“Claire.” Harry’s voice called. “Come out from behind the tree.”
“No.” I replied without thinking. “I mean, uh, hold on.”
I hesitantly peeked through the tree, my hands cupping over my breasts, and saw that Harry’s back was turned to me. Now was my chance.
I ran around the tree, practically diving into the water. The water wasn’t warm yet it wasn’t incredibly cold. In fact, it felt amazing in the heat of this rare day. When I came back to the surface, I made sure that the water only came up to my neck. I had to bend my knees a bit, since the water wasn’t all that deep, but I kept my hands over my chest. My eyes immediately met Harry’s, and his eyes were gazing at me.
Now, it was different swimming naked. It felt…if I was by myself, this would be amazing. And even though I was with Harry, a thrill of excitement bubbled in me, and the sensation of being free was flooding through my veins.
Still, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of Harry seeing me naked.
Our eyes met for a few seconds, the silence around us lingering. I licked my lips nervously before lightly splashing at him, letting a small grin mask over my features.
A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Did you just splash at me?”
My eyes glanced at the mark on his neck, knowing that I had caused it. I giggled under my breath. “Yeah, I did. What’re you going to do about it?”
I started to back up, my smile disappearing, when Harry started coming towards me. I let out a yelp when he suddenly grabbed me, his arms slithering under the dark water around my waist. He had press our bodies together, and my cheeks turned bright red again from the contact.
It was strange having my bare chest pressing against a firm one. I swallowed heavily from the foreign feeling, knowing my breasts were pressed against Harry’s chest.
And it was then I felt his length…pressing into my stomach…
Oh gosh.
“Relax,” Harry whispered, surprisingly gentle. A gentle wind had whipped through us, sending shiver down my spine. Harry’s strong arms were encased around me, providing some kind of warmth. “Loosen up, Claire.”
Immediately, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I tried to imagine myself in a swim suit, but that was difficult with my breasts being pressed against Harry. It was nearly impossible.
Without warning, Harry held me as he ducked under the water. We came up moments after, and I wiped water out of my eyes. Harry’s arms were still around me, and I saw him smirking back at me, water dripping down his face from his long hair. His hair looked much longer now that it was wet, his loose strands hanging over his forest-green eyes.
“Kiss me.” He said, his eyes glancing down at my lips.
I shyly reached forward, keeping my hands against his chest and kissed him on the cheek.
He only chuckled before pulling me closer, kissing me deeply. His lips were wet against mine, and this time he moved slower, almost sensually. His hands released my waist, finding their way to mine, and he guided them behind his neck. I stiffened when I felt his hand brush against my breast.
I instantly flinched away, my hands going to cover myself up. Harry was quick to grab my wrists, pinning them to my sides. He looked slightly irritated for a moment as he glared down at me, probably fed up with my constant flinches.
“I’m going to say this only one more time: do not hide yourself from me.”
I nodded meekly, forcing myself to remove my arms. There I was, standing before Harry, my breasts bare right in the open. My eyes tightly closed, and I exhaled deeply.
“Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”
Harry’s sudden question caught me off guard. I hesitantly opened my eyes, seeing that he was waiting for my answer.
“No.”
He chuckled in response. “You’re so innocent.”
My eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not that innocent.”
Harry only smirked in response. He had walked towards me again, and I didn’t object as he pulled me into him. Was he actually hugging me?
We stayed that way for a few seconds. I had my ear pressed against his chest, and I could hear the steady sound of his heart beating. I could feel myself visibly begin to relax against him, the sound of his heart as some kind of lullaby.
“Harry?”
“Hm.”
“What happened to your mom?”

Notes

Gosh Am I Evil or what?

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