Here you go babies, a very smutty chapter for you all.

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It was a week ago when Harry had called me last, telling me about his brother's death before he started sobbing loudly. 

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y heart ached for him and at the same time, my heart ached for myself. I wanted to hang up on him, tell him that I don't care because you chose your brother over me but unfortunately I didn't have strength to do it. All because of Love.

My love for Harry was stronger than my hate for him at that moment and even now when I packing up my stuff to leave the house he had bought for me and my daughter. 

The ring he had proposed me with still rests on my finger. Many times I took it off and threw it away before regretting after a little while. 

I stopped telling myself that I need time to move on from Harry because truthfully, I know that I'll never move on from him. No man will ever be enough for me, it'll always be Harry. 

Harry, the man who claimed to love me till death but left me for someone who hurt him the most.

The sound of doorbell bring me out of my thoughts and I realize that instead of packing, I'd been sitting on the bed with a pile of clothes in my lap which needed to be folded.

"I'm coming." I yell when the bell rings again and again, quickly leaving the room I make my way towards the door. God damn these impatient soul.

As I near the door, the bell rings again and I roll my eyes before quickly snapping it open, ready to lecture whoever it is on the other side.

"God, what's with the impatience?" I say breathlessly, looking up at the person standing in the doorway.

As soon as our eyes make contact, I feel myself freezing in the spot. With wide eyes and parted lips, I stare up in the pair of green eyes that I've grown to love the most.

"Laura." Harry's voice break me out of my trance and immediately, a frown appears on my face.

A volcano of anger erupts inside of me when he tries to reach out for me and instantly, I step back, ready to close the door in his face.

Harry however realizes what I'm about to do and places his foot in the doorway, making it impossible for me to close it.

"Please hear me out." He pleads desperately, applying enough force to keep the door open while I try to shut it.

"Just leave, Harry." I hiss out, shaking my head as the tears began to build in my eyes. 

A groan escapes my mouth as Harry applies more force, making it harder for me to keep the door from opening. With one hard push from Harry's side, I find myself stumbling backwards before the door flies open, hitting the wall behind with a loud thud.

Harry is breathless as he steps inside, staring at me with a broken look that makes me want to fall on my knees and apologize for not opening the door with consent. 

However when he takes another step towards me, I find myself taking one back. 

When his lips part to speak, I turn around and start walking away, not wanting to hear him out. I know that a few apologies and kisses from him will be enough for me to bury my head in the crook of his neck and forgive him and I can't let that happen.

Harry chose his brother over me. He chose his biggest enemy over the woman who loved him more than anyone else. He needs to know the pain of rejection. He needs to learn that people don't give you a chance everytime you mess up. 

"Don't fucking touch me, Harry." I snap, forcefully pulling my hand away when he tries to grab it. Giving him a glare, I turn back around but Harry quickly winds his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs, burying his nose in my head and breathing in deeply. "Please, I am so sorry."

Trying to fight him off, I shake my head while the tears silently escape my eyes. It's no surprise that I finally give up after struggling for a while. Harry has always been stronger than me and in situations like these, it works to his advantage.

"I hate you. I hate you so much." I say through my teeth as my body goes limp in his hold.

"Marry me, baby." Harry mutters, completely ignoring the words I've just uttered. "Let's get married. I'm sorry for everything."

A small cry escapes my lips at his suggestion as more tears slip out of my eyes. Just a week ago, he broke up with me and now here he is asking me to fucking marry him!

"We're done, Harry. You said so yourself." My voice breaks as I speak, a sob escaping me when he turns me around, both of his hand cupping my face to prevent me from moving away. 

"I'm hurting." Harry whispers, breathing in as he presses his forehead against mine. "I'm hurting because I need you. I can't live without you, please don't make me."

I feel torn when the tears flow down Harry's cheeks while he stares deeply into my eyes, begging me to give him another chance. A part of me wishes to console me, to tell him that everything is fine and beg him to make love to me while the other part makes me want to punish him, to push him away and tell him to leave. 

"You left me for him, Harry. Why did you do it? Why?" I ask him, voice laced with pain as I hit his chest repeatedly, trying to make him feel more pain.

Harry takes my hits without objection and once I stop, his arm comes around my waist while the other one wraps around my thighs before he picks me up bridal style. 

"Put me down!" I tell him weakly, feeling the fight in me dying down.The lack of sleep and food in the past week seems to be finally taking it's toll on me. "I hate you so much."

"I love you too." Harry replies pressing his lips against my forehead lightly before moving away and pecking my nose, making me feel the tingles all over my body.

"Don't fucking kiss me, Harry." I tell him with a half heart, fisting the collar of his shirt in my hand, desperately wanting to connect his lips with mine but refraining from doing so.

I eye his lips as a small smile appears on his mouth while I frown, hating myself for wanting him.

Harry lowers me down on a bed and I realise that we are already in my room. I was so distracted by his lips that I didn't even notice where he was taking me though I did have an idea.

Soon enough, Harry climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. I watch him with curious eyes as he takes my hands in his and places them on his chest. 

"Let me make love to you, baby." He says quietly, squeezing my hands when my eyes become wide at his suggestion, the area between my thighs suddenly throbbing at the offer, making me press them together tightly.

"Sex won't solve our problem, Harry." I say in a hushed tone like him, eyeing him as his eyelids flutter close and he glups, making his Adams apple bob up and down. Suddenly, I feel the urge to pull him down and suck on his throat. Dear Lord.

"I'm not asking for meaningless sex. I'm want to make love with you, tell you how much I need you with all my body and soul." 

Letting one of my hand slip from his grasp, he brings his hand to my face, caressing my skin with his knuckles before his fingers travel down to my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their path.

My lips part in a soundless gasp as he brings his lips to my throat, letting his teeth nibble lightly at the tender skin, the feeling causing my eyelids to flutter shut.

"Please, baby girl." Harry whispers, his parted lips moving up and down my throat while his fingers clutch the hem of my shirt tightly, eager to tear it off.

Having Harry's body so close to mine after such a long time overwhelms me and I find it hard to speak, my throat running dry all of the sudden. So instead, I show my willingness by pulling at his shirt, desperate for him to take it off already and give me access to his toned body.

Sensing my willingness, Harry growls lowly, sounding like a wild animal before taking of his shirt in the blink of an eye. 

My shaking hands makes contact with his warm, bare skin and a feeling of satisfaction runs through me.  As my fingers trail lower towards his v-line, Harry inhales sharply, cursing under his breath before pushing my hands away and quickly getting the shirt off me.

Without waiting for another second, Harry moves to my bra, unclipping it effortlessly before throwing it behind me.

I watch with hooded eyes as he takes in my body, his heated gaze making me wetter with every passing second.  

"Oh my god, Harry!" I moan loudly when he moves down towards my breast, taking it in his mouth and sucking hard. My body lifting up on it's own, wanting more of his touch. 

Feeling my desperation, Harry's hand moves towards my other breast, palming it repeatedly and causing my nipplé to become erect.

Harry presses down his clothed crotch against my body causing me to moan loudly again. 

A hiss escapes my mouth when Harry let's go of my sensitive nipple and moves up to kiss me. My hands grip his hair tightly as his mouth works against mine. His tongue grazes my lips lightly and immediately, I part them, giving his tongue access to my mouth as he kisses me slowly and sensually.

"More, please." I mumble against his lips as Harry moves away a little, giving me a chance to catch my breath. 

A smile forms on his lips at my words and I groan in frustration, pressing my hips up to show him how badly I want him.

"You have no patience, baby." Harry murmurs, kissing both of my eyelids as his fingers pop open the button of my pants. 

"Hurry up." I demand breathlessly, helping him pull of my pants and underwear before moving my hands to his pants.

With a chuckle, Harry bats my hand away and my eyes become wide in horror when he get off the bed, wondering if he is about to leave me like this.

"Not going anywhere, my love." Harry tells me, opening the button of his pants and taking them off before moving towards his white boxer, the mere sight of his erection pressing against his underwear makes me moan.

Sitting up, I motion for him to come closer and he obliges. My eyes travel from his erection to his face before I look down at it again.

Hooking my hands into his boxers I pull them down, free his erectiòn from it's tight confinements. His diçk standing tall and proud against his stomach.

Taking it in my hand, I pump it up and down, making Harry groan loudly before he gently pries my hand away and pushes me back down on to the bed.

Positioning himself over me, he takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers together. His eyes search mine for approval and I breath in deeply before nodding my head.

A choked sound escapes my mouth as Harry slowly presses inside of me. My eyes flutter shut as I feel his pénìs, burying deeper inside of me until he finally bottoms out.

"I love you, Laura." He breathes out, pressing his lips to my jaw as he starts moving slowly, building a rhythm.

"I love you." I tell him breathlessly, dragging my nails over his skin, claiming it as mine.

A sudden deep thrust makes me cry out, eyes snapping open to look at Harry whose already staring down at me.

"Fuck, Harry." I scream when he thrust into again equally as hard as the first time, making my orgasm hit me like a fucking train.

Harry continues to fuck me slowly, chasing his own release. His lips latched to my nipples as plays with them with his tongue. His thrusts finally start becoming more sloppy and I force his head up to kiss me.

"Marry me, Laura." He murmurs, thrusting in one last time before releasing his seeds inside of me.

Holy shit.

That was something right? I can't write it better than this I swear.