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It's been a few days since Harry's accidental reveal at the gym and things between us has been...tense. I haven't really seen him around much and when I do, it's only when I go downstairs for food and he's out in the backyard by the lake in his personal shooting range, raining or not, emptying his bullets on the trees.

I didn't know how to feel about this, I mean it's not like I expected him not to lose his temper ever again. And it's not like this affects me, we had only started hanging out. This just gave Zayn and I more time for ourselves. But I guess spending time with Harry had me questioning a few things. Like before when it was just Zayn and I, I would get butterflies whenever Zayn snuck in my bedroom to watch movies with me.

But now, I find myself hoping it's Harry opening my bedroom door at night. The other thing was, why did Harry say I was his? Did he really mess up his words or is that how he actually feels? He also sneaks touches on my skin and accidental or not, whenever he does I feel my skin burn. Harry was so closed off and guarded I actually couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He always looked like he was about to kiss me but then again, you never know if Harry will kiss you or kill you when he looks at you.

It's hard to tell with him.

Tonight, Zayn and I had made plans to watch movies and then came the crawling feeling of dissatisfaction. It didn't seem fair of me to think that way, I like Zayn I really did. But part of me thinks I'm only doing this because I am incapable of hurting someone's feelings. I know Zayn likes me, otherwise he wouldn't be in my bedroom almost every night and kissing me goodnight whenever he leaves it.

Once I'm done brushing my wet hair, I brush my teeth and get dressed in my night attire which consists of a oversized faded grey shirt and a pair of black spandex shorts. I slip on some socks and walk into my bedroom to see Harry sitting on the edge of my bed, playing with his rings. I jump slightly but I don't let him see that.

"What are you doing in here?" I scold, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I didn't expect to see him here any time soon, I thought maybe I would have to be the first one to talk to him first but I most definitely didn't expect this.

"I was just wondering why you hadn't come over." He says, looking up at me from the bed. "It's past midnight."

I shrug carelessly. He had been avoiding me all week and now he wants me to come over? "Zayn and I are watching movies tonight." I say, knowing that will probably set him off but I didn't care.

"Are you now?" I could tell he was getting annoyed.

I look away as his gaze was burning holes in my eyes making it hard to make eye contact. He then stands up, walking dangerously close to me making me back up slowly without meaning to. He was that damn intimidating. I look up at him, my stomach drops as he looks down at me.

Our chests almost touch and they would if I took in deep breaths. "Don't you prefer to watch a movie with me?" Harry asks lowly, a hint of seduction behind his tone. I swallow slowly as his fingers play with a strand of my hair, teasing me.

I lick my lips, my mouth felt dry of words but I muster up a sentence. "I promised him we would tonight." I say just above a whisper and he watches my lips move. "But, we can tomorrow?" I say in hopes he says yes.

Harry backs away from me, clearly that wasn't the answer he wanted and we both know it. "You don't need to throw me a bone, Birdie." He says walking towards the door all the while still facing me. "I don't settle for scraps." Harry turns around and walks out leaving me frozen. I am finally able to breathe in his absence.

A little after Harry leaves, Zayn comes in a few minutes later with his laptop in his hands. The conversation I had with Harry and his words kept replaying in my head like a broken record.

I don't settle for scraps.

This bothered me so much so that I didn't pay a single ounce of attention to the movie playing in front of me and Zayn notices this. "You okay?" He asks, pausing the movie making me look at him.

"What?" I play dumb, I had heard him but I don't want to give him the impression that I wasn't enjoying the movie or his company. The last thing I would want is to hurt his feelings.

"I asked if you're okay? You seem out of it lately."

"No it's just—" It's just Harry has gotten inside my head and he's messed me up so much that now all I can focus is on him and his perfect lips and smooth hair and electrifying green eyes and his jealousy even though he doesn't want to admit to it because he doesn't want to give out the impression that he possibly likes me. I ignore my subconscious and nod. "I've just been so tired lately." Tired of trying to figure out who I'd much rather spend my time with.

"Oh," He says. "Would you like me to leave so you can rest?" Zayn asks while shutting the laptop.

"Are you sure?" I ask, watching as he stands up from the bed with the laptop in hand.

"Of course. We can do this again some other time. Get some rest." He says, kissing my cheek. "Good night, Valentina." Zayn shuts the door behind him.

I groan, falling back on the bed with a thud and lay on my side in an attempt to sleep but fail as I stay awake. I move around the bed in hopes to get a good position I can sleep in but it's no use, I am completely awake and unable to sleep with Harry next door.

Don't do it, my subconscious tells me.

I sit up and look towards the door, my fingers basically itch as I stared at the door knob. I shouldn't give in to him, this is what he wants. I need to stay here and go to bed. So I lay back down, my feet move side to side and I hum, tapping my fingers on my chest to get me to calm down. And after a minute or two of having my eyes closed, I groan and stand up from my bed.

You are such an idiot, giving into Harry just because you're liking the way he's making you feel at the moment. You know he's just going to be an asshole again in no time. My subconscious tells me as I quietly walk towards the door and close it behind me. You can still go back, it's not too late.

But I don't listen as I walk until I'm standing in front of his door. I hesitantly bring my hand up and knock twice, a little too soft so that maybe he doesn't hear it and I can say that I at least tried.

He doesn't open making me pace the floor, almost going back to my room before he opens the door and leans against it when he sees that it's me. "Look what the cat dragged in," He says, a smirk evident in his tone but it was dark so I couldn't make it out. "A little Birdie who can't seem to stay away from me."

I roll my eyes and push past him, sitting down on my usual spot on his couch before he does the same and turns on his computer to show he was already on Netflix.

"Did you know I was coming?" I ask, looking towards him. All he does is nod. "How?"

"It's my job to know." He says. I look away as a shiver ran down my spine. He really does. It was his job to know after all. I didn't know wether that scared me or flustered me.

"Do I know you?" I hesitantly asked making him give a small chuckle. When he doesn't answer, he looks up at me, his eyes flashing with something dark. Something that lured me in close to him and he simply sat there, watching as I scoot closer.

Like a moth to a flame.

I liked not knowing what he would do next. I liked not having knowledge in anything when he was with me. All I could do was close my eyes and enjoy the ride.

When he looks into my eyes, I see lights dimming in his and I know that could not mean anything good but I ignored it as he leaned closer this time, his ring covered fingers going towards the back of my head and lightly fisting my hair in his hand, inching my face closer to his.

When I don't feel him, I open my eyes to see him already looking at me, his eyes dark as always. "This isn't something you want." He utters in a half whisper, his eyes going down to my lips as his minty breath hit my face, the warmth feeling heavenly on my aching lips.

He was right, but was it wrong of me that I wanted to taste the danger?

"I don't care." I breathe out, making the last move towards him until our lips meet. My stomach drops with satisfaction as Harry deepens the kiss by pulling me in closer, devouring my mouth. I focused on the way Harry's tongue licked my bottom lip before entering my mouth, softly massaging my own but is still demanding what he wanted from me.

He slowly pushes me back on the couch before hovering over me, my legs on either side of his waist as his hands roamed up mine to grab my wrists and put them above my head. He holds them in place with one hand as he pushes my neck to the side with his other, giving him all the access he wanted to my neck.

The feeling of his warm lips and wet tongue on my neck made me jump and my toes to curl. That sweet sensation I got whenever I was intimate with myself comes around and my hips buck. Harry feels this but continues his assault on my neck and I want nothing else but to get off on him touching me like this. As if he comes to his senses, Harry pushes my hips down and gets off of me, wiping his now cherry red lips and breathing heavily along with me. "It's late." He says and I sit up. "You should get to bed."

"But we haven't even seen the movie?" I point out, fixing my shirt.

"We can watch it some other time." He says, standing up from the couch making me do the same and follow him to the door. "Good night, Birdie." He says and once I'm outside the door, he closes it.

Now my mind is running. Did he not like that? Was it not what he had in mind? Was my kiss not as good as he had planned? What if I didn't use as much tongue as he did? I probably made a fool of myself.

Or maybe he just wants to be alone, maybe he doesn't want to take this too far. Maybe he feels like he's taking advantage. My subconscious says but that was further from the truth.

I was literally giving him the advantage.

I groan as I close my door behind me, jumping into bed and laying on my side. And to think I was so excited to see what would happen if I went in there. I liked the idea of being desired, I know because I like the way it makes me feel when Zayn and Harry fight over me. It's fucked up but having been locked away from the world with no human interaction, this is basically a wet dream for me.

After a few minutes of laying awake, my door opens and I feel the bed dip behind me. I don't move just yet until the bed dips some more and I am forced onto my back.

Harry hovered over me, shirtless before attacking his lips to mine once more.