Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.


9. Chapter Nine

"What the?-"

I half sat up, resting my weight onto my elbows, looking down at my bandaged knee. Memories came flooding back, tears once again fell and hit the crisp, white duvet cover that was placed over lower half. I was dressed in a grey baggy top that came down to the top of my thighs and a pair of tight, navy blue boxers that hugged my thighs. I realised where I was, in Harrys bedroom. My head crashed into the soft, plush pillow and huffed. I took in the scent I had missed for so long, taking in deep breaths through my nose. I wrapped the duvet around me like a cocoon and snuggled back down, closing my eyes with a smile on my face.

"Alex?... Alex? Are you awake?"

I heard tiptoeing enter the room as I pretended to be asleep. I felt myself roll a little towards him as he made a dip in the bed, sitting down next to me. Big hands caressed my rosy cheek, rubbing circles with his thumb. Fogs of mint blew in my direction as his breathing started to get more and more heavy. His hand trailed over my stomach and under the boxers, gently massaging. An unsuspected moan escaped my lips. His breathing ragged as he got rougher and rougher, hurting me. My eyes shot open as my back arched.

"H-harry, stop"

His eyes were fixed on mine, no smile, no facial expressions at all, just lust.

"Please Harry"

My breathing started to match his. I leant forward in an attempt to stop him. My hands grabbed onto his hair as he pushed inside of me. He rolled me over so I was on the bottom, gradually becoming faster. My hands traced down the back of his neck to his bare back, digging my nails in. His emerald eyes would not leave my chocolate eyes. He had me in a trance. He slipped in another of his large, long fingers. I cursed his name. He pulled them both out and wiped them on his white boxers. He slowly bent down and took my lips captive. They moved in sync with each other, our tongues dancing. I remembered what I was doing and pushed him back with all my might.

"Harry! What the actual fuck?!"

I wrapped the duvet around my body. His lips were pursed as he came in for another kiss.

"No!" I slapped his left cheek.

He stopped in his tracks and sat up rubbing his cheek. His eyes met mine and looked like he was about to burst.

"What was that for?" He remained calm.

"We're not even together Harry!"

He looked confused and ran his hand through his mop of curls.

"Yes we are"

My face screwed up.

"No, we are not"

"Yes. We. Are" He lurched closer towards me, trapping me between him and the bed. "We never broke up"

I hesitated saying anything. He could lash out any minute. I spoke with caution.

"Harry, we broke up in Starbuck's. Do you remember?" I was terrified by now.

He shook his head.

"That's because we didn't" He bit his lip as his eyes were still fixed on mine, hovering a few inches above my head.

I didn't know if he was messing about or being serious.

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