‘’So, Ally.. do you like the mint chocolate pancakes, Love?’’ Harry asks me as he puts our plates in the small sink once we’re both done. He got done before me, but I wasn’t that hungry. It was almost 10am, I usually wake up earlier than this, but its understandable why I did today I guess..

‘’Yeah.. they were good.’’ I smile a little as he holds his hand out to me. I take it and he pulls me up, putting his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath hitting my ear and the side of my neck as he pushes my hair away.

‘’When do you have to leave?’’ He whispers, sending shivers down my spine. ‘’Whenever you want me to.’’ I say, trying to get flirty back with him.

‘’I never want you to leave.’’ He laughs slightly. ‘’Guess I’ll be here forever, then.’’ I say. His strong arms squeeze me before he leans up, one hand still on my waist. He moves the hair off my left shoulder, tilting my head sideways with his fingers on my chin.

‘’Damn it.’’ He whispers under his breath. ‘’What?’’ I ask, concerned of his mumbled swear. ‘’I left marks..’’ He murmurs before removing his hands from my body and beginning to pace.

‘’Ally.. I’m.. terribly sorry for all of this.’’ He says, running a hand through his amazing curly hair. Its not as curly as it was before, like when he first started singing or whatever, but still, its amazing.

‘’What do you mean?” I ask him, only a little confused. ‘’For bringing you here.. getting you drunk.. doing things to you.. I.. I left bruises on you.’’ He says out of panic and sorrow. I touch the side of my neck. I feel the slightly risen skin and I feel it throbbing in a few different locations.

‘’I don’t care.’’ I say, honestly. ‘’I.. I influenced you.. see look,’’ He says as he pulls his shirt over his head. There are a few bruises on his body too.

One on his abs, its smaller. One on his collar bone. One on the side of his neck, just below his ear. And one on his shoulder, the right one. I’m surprised I done that. Surprised I was actually capable of doing those things to him.

‘’I.. No, Harry!’’ I say as I walk over to him, pulling his hands from his forehead. I put my hands on his neck, pulling him down closer to my face. ‘’I done those things.. ‘cus I wanted to..not because.. you said to.. or that I wanted to do what you were doing.’’ I tell him.

He looks at me sincerely. His eyes are covered with a thin layer of water, perhaps tears, I assume they are. “Don’t.. lie to me..’’ He whispers, his voice cracking.

‘’Harry.. I’m not.’’ I assure him as I touch his cheek with my hand, using my thumb to wipe away a runaway tear. ‘’Why.. do I feel.. so guilty?’’ He asks as he leans in to my mouth, his lips touching against mine. My hand goes to the side of his neck. His grab my waist and gently pull me to him.

‘’I dunno…’’ I shrug as I reply to his question in which on he knows the answer to. Harry just smirks gently as he pushes his lips against mine.

I feel shivers run down my spine as he kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue through my lips. I allow him more freely as I open my mouth some, so he doesn’t have to struggle too much.
He runs his hands up my shirt and onto my lower back, his thumbs lightly rubbing my skin as he pulls me even closer to him, as close as I can go.

But suddenly, I feel my back hit the wall. I had no clue that we were moving. Harry’s hands slide down to the back of my sides. Then he moves them to the sides of my legs.

Harry’s lips pull from mine slightly. ‘’Jump..’’ He murmurs against the corner of my mouth. I nod gently and jump a little, his hands holding me up, backing us up away from the wall.

Our lips reconnect and my arms go around his neck, holding on to him tightly. Out of no where, I hear a phone go off. The ringtone isn’t the one I have on my phone, I assume its Harry’s.

He puts me down, gently, keeping his hand on my waist as he looks into my eyes. ‘’People always have to ruin everything.’’ He mumbles before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips before walking to the bedroom to get his phone.

Soon after, I hear him swearing aloud, flipping out on who ever is on the phone. Seconds later, he comes into the kitchen, angry I can tell. He leans on the counter on his elbows, his back to me. I quietly walk over to him.

‘’I fucking told you, I’m done. I can’t handle the fucking lies any more.’’ He yells into phone, making me jump a little. It scared me.

I gently put my hand on his shoulder blade. He flinches, only a little. His bare skin is warm and smooth. His back muscles flex as he talks and squeezes his hands into fists as he gets madder by the second.

‘’I’m hanging up, don’t call me again.’’ He warns before hanging the phone up and throwing it on the counter, causing it to slide some.

I stand there, silent and holding my breath. Afraid that he’ll be mad. Afraid that he’ll get too angry and turn his anger towards me, for no reason. But I try not to think of these things as I stand still. He’s still leaning on the counter, his breathing is deep and heavy.

He’s very mad, very..

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