Fighting For You

''I needed her. Desperately. I needed to feel her soft skin against mine, hearing her angelic voice, nuzzling my nose in her hair, feeling her smell. She was like poison to my veins, burning every nerve inside me. She could knock me to the weakest point by only giving me one simple look. I was so madly in love with her it wasn’t even healthy. She was the one I always had in my mind before dazzling of to sleep at night. She was the reason I got F on my assessments. She was dangerous. Dangerous to fall in love with''.
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7. 6. Innocence vs. Cheekiness

HARRY’S POV

 

I headed through the entrance of the school. The hallways were empty, letting the old red lockers stand by themselves. I sighed in relief because I didn’t have to face the other students staring at me and my probably swollen face. And I thanked god at the moment that Quinn’s brother Connor didn’t went to the same school as us either.  I walked down the corridor to my locker. The clock was 10.15 now. My English lesson ended in thirty-five minutes. I unpacked my stuffs and headed towards my English lesson.

***

‘’Late again?’’ Said a sternly voice as I walked in to the classroom. Everyone’s eyes were sat on me - as usual.

‘’Sorry, Mrs. Edwards. It won’t happen again.’’ I mumbled as I took a seat next to the window in the back. She sighed because we both knew it was a lie that I wouldn’t be late again.

The lesson continued and I barely paid any attention to the front but I guessed they did some boring shit called grammar. I just sat there and bit on my nails as I stared out through the window. The snowflakes fell continuously from the sky like there was no ending. The schoolyard looked abandoned as usual with the swings covered in the white snow.  My mind was filled with different million of things. But one thing my mind was set on was Quinn. Her face, her body; her everything. She meaned so much to me it wasn't even healthy! Suddenly, I was snatched out from my thoughts when I heard Mrs. Edwards raise her voice.

‘’Eyes and ears, please! The school will be holding a writing contest and I hope everyone in this class participates in it. You are going to write an essay about something that’s important to you. It can be about anything! You will get some class period to work on it. Four teachers at the school are going to be the judge and pick the winner. The winner will be announced in the beginning of April. Remember, this is nothing you must do but I would highly recommend it. It will improve your grade. It should be handed in in the end of March.’’

No one looked real excited about this whole thing; I swear I could hear someone groan about it across the classroom. Mrs. Edwards on the other hand shined bright like a diamond and her smile was wide, which I can tell you is a rare sight to see. The smile on her face made small crinkles pop up around her mouth and on her forehead although she only was a bit over forty. I wonder if she ever had any complex about  crinkles as other women use to have...

‘’Good luck!’’ Mrs. Edwards exclaimed as the last touch to it and then the class was dismissed.

 

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As I walked down the corridor, I was thinking about the writing competition. We should write about something that’s important to us. Mrs. Edwards never told us the minimum nor maximum of words so I guess there was no limit. Well, my mind was blank anyways. I sucked at writing. I just couldn’t put everything down in scratchy letters on a sheet of paper. I didn’t have an idea on what to write either so I felt kind of lost, and that’s why I don’t get authors. I bet they have some magical powers or something. I mean, where do they get all the ideas from? Watching porn? Scanning through their boss's material? Gossiping with friends at coffee parties?

My eyes wandered around at my surroundings as I made my way through the crowded corridor. My eyes looked at all the students who were hanging by their lockers. Someone snog one another, someone else crying over their broken heart with mascara running down their cheeks. Other people were looking at me, someone pointing. Some eyes told me they wanted nothing more but a really good fuck, some eyes wanted to kill me. Some were just scared, I bet I looked really beaten up. I clenched my jaw as I hold on to my books tighter, trying to not think so much about the stares since I actually was used to it. Then, in exactly in that moment, I spotted her in the middle of the corridor. She was standing there with her friends Bonnie and Jo. Her hair was hanging loosely on her back as her bangs were separated with hair clips making her golden hair parting in the middle. She wore a blue sweater with a tank top underneath and casual jeans that made her legs look stunning. Quinn and her friends were talking and giggling. Her ocean blue eyes gleamed  as she laughed and showed off the bright white smile. I decided I should go to her. I knew she was sad and disappointed but so was I. I was desperate for her attention, in this moment I could do anything to get her to see me.

Quinn had her back turned to me and I could see how her friends looked behind her back when they saw me coming. Their eyes grew with suspicion and curiosity. When I was standing only a step behind her I cleared my throat. Quinn jumped. Her bambi eyes widened when she saw me but were soon covered with a hint of sadness. Her smile dropped. Those blue eyes studied my sore face but her smooth lips never parted to say something, nor make a sound. She remained quiet.

‘’Suddenly I got very thirsty.’’ I could hear her best friend Bonnie excuse herself with. ‘’And you too, Jo-Jo.’’ She dragged the other blonde girl with her as they started to walk away from us. They probably knew everything already. I could see how Quinn shot them a death glare before she turned to look at me again. 

‘’Hello.’’ I said as I tried to put on that half crooked smile I knew made her weak on her knees. Quinn stayed cold. She started to walk to her locker instead, but I followed her. I leaned against the other locker next to hers with my arms crossed. I could see how a frown was created on her forehead because of my presence. It sparkled inside me when I looked at her. She was so darn cute with that frown, I couldn’t help it.

‘’I’m sorry.’’  I mumbled as an attempt to apologize. I slightly brushed my hand over her arm. I could almost feel how a shiver spread through her body but she ignored me as she started to fumble with her textbooks instead. It was like I didn’t exist. I got more and more desperate. Then all of a sudden I got the idea only I could get in this moment. My eyes wandered down her body and rested on her bum the jeans fabric hugged so tightly. Since she didn’t look at me she couldn’t see that I had start to bite my lower lip really hard. I couldn’t help that I found her as the sexiest woman alive - Sorry, not sorry.

With a quick look around to make sure no one gave us any attention (which no one really did because the corridor were quite empty now), I lifted my hand slightly and smacked her bum. Everything went quiet for a millisecond before she turned around with a furious look on her face, her hands gripping the textbooks so hard the knuckles whitened.

‘’HARRY?! What are you doing!?’’ She almost yelled at me. Her cheeks were covered in a light shade of pink.

‘’I needed your attention!’’ I defended myself with as I smirked.

‘’Well now when you clearly have it, what do you want?’’ Her voice was angry but when I looked in to her eyes they showed something else. God, she'd fucking enjoyed that spank.

‘’Well, I wanted to say that I’m sorry.’’

She snorted as she turned around to her locker, locking it. She still ignored me. I took a step closer to her so I was standing behind her. I let my hand travel on her shoulders, barely making any contact to her body. I leaned in so my hot breath rested in the crook of her neck, my lips slightly nibbling on the skin her tank top revealed.

‘’Well, don’t come later and say you didn’t enjoy that spank.’’ I whispered in her ear, feeling how goose bumps rose on her skin. It was like she had stopped breathing.

‘’I didn’t.’’ She replied, her voice unsteady.

‘’You are an awful liar.’’

With that, I used my tongue slowly lick my way from her neck to stop just below her ear. I placed a small kiss on the skin there. I know it may sound weird but I had actually never gone this far with Quinn (sure, we had our hot make out sessions but licking her neck and stuffs-I've never done that to her) and I knew it was a bit risky to stretch her innocence but my cheekiness seemed to overpower me today.

‘’Please, Harry stop. Not here.’’ She mumbled and turned around to face me. Now her face was highly red but her orbs had a mischievous glimpse. They sparkled as glowing lights.

‘’Not before you accept my apologize and kiss me.’’ I demanded, realizing my voice sounded quite husky at the moment. I smiled a genuine smile as I saw how she slowly melted in front of me.

‘’Okay, Mr. Styles. You win.’’

A smile crept on her lips and with that she stood up on her tippy-toes and gave me a quick kiss. Her nose brushed against mine and sparks flew through my body. But before she was able to pull away completely, I took her head in my hands and pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. Soft and tender lips moving gently but still hungrily against one another. I could almost feel how her knees buckled under her as she put her arms around my nape to secure herself. She played with the ringlets at the back of my neck. I let one arm slid down her back to rest on her waist as I pulled her closer to me in the need of feeling her near me. My heart was beating fast since it was overwhelmed with so much happiness at the same time I was scared I might explode from mercy.

When our lips separated I nuzzled my face in her neck as I inhaled deeply. The scent of musk, orchid and sweet vanilla filled my nostrils. I could hear her sweet giggle when I buried my face in the crook of her neck, placing a tender kiss on the skin. Oh, how I’ve missed that sound, that adorable, adorable giggle. It was a real turn on if so to say. She slowly pulled away and started to head to her next lesson, giving me a great view of her fit bum as she walked. When she was about to round the corner, she turned around and gave me the look that always used to knock me to the weakest point, including a blow kiss. I waved back at her with a grin and pretended with a gesture that I put the kiss in my pocket. She smiled once again and then she was gone. I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with her that there were no guarantees I could ever fall out from it. Never.

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