I stand there for a few more seconds, trying to steady my shaking knees. That was...exciting. Different. Sexy. And above all, new. I've never felt anything close to that before. I've never had someone touch me so gently, and be so calm and patient with me. It's quite shocking.
Especially when it was Zayn who made me feel that way. That is was him that coaxed that side of me out in the open. All this time, the back of my mind was betting all its money that Harry would be the one to expose me to that. But, naturally, I was wrong. Oh, so wrong.
At the thought of Harry, my knees return to jello. What will he say? What will he do? Part of my brain is cussing him out and saying I shouldn't give a damn. He's the one that closed that door. Not only did he hit me, he soberly chose to keep me here. To stay with the monsters he calls family. It's all his fault.
I stiffen. It's not ALL his fault, my mind whispers, making me frown. Yes, it's not all his fault. I made him turn the one thing that was keeping me safe and out of harms way free. And now I have to handle the consiquences. I sigh and mentally grow a pair, wobbling my way out of the room.
The more I walk, the easier it gets to stand tall, my legs beginning to return to normal from my recent scandle. Zayn sits on the couch, lazily stretched out and comfortable looking. He gives me a smirk, his righgt eye dropping a wink at me, making my cheeks go hot. I look around the room, frowning. There's only four of them.
"Where's Liam?" I ask, listening for his footsteps.
"Why? So eager to fuck him, too?" Harry snap, his tone rude and harsh. I narrow my eyes at him, tilting my chin up.
"Making him next on my list, actually." I say snidely, glaring at him.
His face goes red, his body quickly leaving the chair he was sitting in to stand toe to toe with me. My breath hitches in my throat, making it hard to breath with him to close to be in such a short time span. I can feel the anger and hostility rolling off of him in heavy waves, his body heat radiating.
"Go take a shower and meet me back in the room. You have twenty minutes to prepare." Harry says angrily, his tone short and clipped.
"W-what?" I stutter, my jaw going slack. Is he serious? His eyes harden to shiny emeralds, his plump lips forming each word slowly.
"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself, Amelia. Go. Now." He says, his voice raw and husky.
I quickly make my way to the shower, my mind, dancing about with thoughts of the upcoming events. Does this mean I will be with him? Er, well, 'sleeping' with him? My mind fills with different thoughts, some images making me gasp and squeeze my thighs together, the sweet feeling of arousel building.
What is he going to do? My new found naughty side whispered, grinning as she bit her bottom lip at the thoughts. I shut her out and climb in the shower, rinsing and washing away the smell of sex and Zayn.
I heard the door open and close shortly after, making my heart race. Is he going to join me in the shower? I silently wait, straining my ears for any type of sound. Seconds pass and I frown. I guess not. Rinsing the body scrub off, i wrap up in and towel and step out, seeing my new set of clothes was laid out for me.
After drying off, I braided my hair and slipped through the lacy black panties, surprised that they actually looked normal. A regular white tank top was pulled over my head and slipped into place, the tight fabric hugging my bare chest. This is just to normal. What's going on? No sexy, awkward lingerie? Maybe Harry is just that kind of guy.
I stepped out of the bathroom, silently padding my way into the living room. Three boys sat on the couch, their eyes landing on me as I enter. They all smirk and grin, nudging each other with their shoulders.
"Let me know if you need a good massage when it's all done, yeah?" Louis said, gis blue-green eyes sparkling amusingly at me.
"I'll even let you cry on my shoulder, if you need it." Zayn said, shaking his head slitly.
"Why would I need any of that? It's just Harry." I say, frowning as they all chuckle.
"We save Harry last for a reason, love. An not because we think he's the leader. We build you up for him. It's not for his enjoyment, it's for your safety." Niall says, raising his eyebrows at me. Is it that bad?
"Well, off you go. Harry doesn't like to be kept waiting." Louis said, shooing me.
I hesitate before slowly making my way to the back room. Should I be worried? I open the bedroom door, releasing my breath has Harry's green eyes landed on mine. My heart skipped a beat as he stood, slowly walking to me.
"So. I've had the careless one, the normal one and the sweet one so far. Which one are you?" I bravely ask, raising my chin to look him in the eye. He smirks at me.
"Oh, baby. I'm the kinky one."