Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


22. Chapter 021

[that night]

The door slammed shut behind me, I release a sigh as the loud noise echoed through the condo. I had been over at Carly’s for a while talking to her – not about what I wanted to talk about, but still it was nice not to get shamed or yelled out like I would have with someone's presence around.
Speaking of that person, I hope he’s asleep because I don’t feel like speaking to him right now. As I sat my purse down on the sofa, my back towards the bedroom where I just knew he was at, I gulped to myself – hoping I didn’t disturb him. I’d hate to be the reason he couldn’t sleep.
The sound of the door creaking as it was being opened caught my attention and I composed my inner self and dug through my purse, I didn’t really know what I was looking for – I was only trying to keep myself distracted. I lean up as I take my phone in my hand and unlock it, making sure I texted Carly like I promised her I would.
I began to type the message to assure her I made it back to the resort, she wanted to be sure I got there safely – at least she cared about me, someone else didn’t even bother to ask where I had been all afternoon. But whatever, I’m not concerned about that.
My finger hovered over the send button as I stared at my phone, the presence of something behind me sent a chill up my spine – I’m not stupid though, I know exactly what it is. I tapped the screen and waited a few short seconds for the message to send through.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I felt a touch on my waist, that warm feeling that I desire so much. My breathing began to become shaky as I stood there, taking in the feeling of the large, soft, warm hands taking a hold of me. The smell of that lovely cologne filled my nose as my body got pulled closer to his. I could feel the warmth of his smooth skin through my thin top, telling me that he didn’t have a shirt on.
The touch on the right side of my body left, but soon returned as I felt the tips of his fingers trailing over my shoulder. My bottom lip got caught between my teeth as a few of his fingers hooked around my hair and slowly pulled it over my shoulder and onto the left side. His breath heated my skin as he leaned down to my height, his soft lips gently brushing my neck. I felt the goosebumps on my skin arise at the beautiful touch I adore so, so much.
“Where have you been?’’ He speaks to me, his voice sending chills all over my body.
It had been so long since I heard it, so long that it nearly killed me. I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. I swallow a little, trying to enable myself to reply to him.
“Answer me.’’ His grip on my waist tightened, I winched at the slight pain and nodded a little – if I knew anything, it was that when he asked me something I better give him a response
“I.. I.. I was with Carly.’’ I mumble, tripping over my own words as a wave of nervousness washes over me.
Harry keeps the rough grip on my waist, his lips gently pressing behind my ear. I close my eyes, focusing in on him, he knew I liked that a lot, probably a little too much.
“Why didn’t you tell me?’’ He asks me, his lips moving against my skin.
My next move might be risky, but I find myself doing it anyways – I shrug my shoulders lightly, not really sure what to tell him, or how to say what I really want to say.
“That’s not an answer.’’ His tone sharpened as he dug his fingertips into my side more than he did before.
“You.. you..’’ I stop myself from nervously speaking, I knew if I said this he would get mad at me, more than he already was.
“I  what?’’ He asks in a low tone, his right hand resurfacing onto my body, onto my wrist just adding to the grip he already held on me.
“You never asked me.’’ I whisper out my answer as I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the yell or the slap or whatever it was he was going to do to me. As I stood froze for a few more seconds, I felt my body tense down – he didn’t move at all.
Harry’s grip loosened as he trailed his hands around my waist onto my stomach, the pads of his thumbs rubbing lightly against my skin. I felt his lips leave a sweet kiss behind my ear. I started to gain some hope, maybe he wasn’t going to do anything bad, but with him you honestly can never tell until afterwards.
“I was worried about you.’’ He informs me as his hands stay in place, the feeling giving me a billion butterflies inside. I felt my cheeks fluster as his lips left another little peck on my neck, not moving as he awaited for me to say something back to him.
“You.. were?’’ I mumble softly.
He released a gentle chuckle, the sound filling my ears. I smile gently to myself, something about that little noise made me feel wondrous inside and out.
“Of course I was.. baby.’’ The sound of his beautiful voice calling me that sparked inside my heart and I smiled a little bigger this time, loving the way his words rolled perfectly off his tongue and into my ears.
I tried to pull my arms from his grip, I just wanted to touch him. Harry’s grip around my body eased up some, I assume he felt me trying to free my arms. As soon as I got my arms out, he pulled me closer and held onto me tighter, as if I was going to run away from him. I certainly am not.
“When did you change?’’ He asks me as he gently begins to rock me from side to side, just gently though.
“Earlier.. I.. I don’t know.. where you were at then.’’ I tell him the answer he was searching for.
He didn’t reply to me, so I just assumed he was only wanted to be told. I hesitate at first as I allow my hands to move towards Harry’s, but I freeze, afraid to do anything. I gulp gently to myself on accident as I look down at how close I was to feeling his skin. But I don’t move, I just relax my arms back down and sigh softly.
“Don’t.. be afraid to touch me, baby. Okay?’’ He speaks, surprising me a little at his sudden words.
However, I just keep my hands down and nod gently to him, letting him know I understand and I heard him. I am not really sure why I didn’t touch him like he approved of, but I don’t question it.
“Baby.. you know I’m yours.. if you want to put your hands on mine, just do it darling. I’m not going to deny you of it.’’ He adds in, pressing his lips against my neck.
Finally, I lift my hands and gently place them over his, my arms resting against his as well. It felt nice to feel him holding me, to know that he was there for me, with me.
“There you go,’’ He murmurs against my skin before placing another kiss on my skin, “I’ve never seen you wear this shirt.. it looks good on you, Em.’’
Harry’s compliment brightened me up a little as I held his hands tight in mine, I hardly covered them but I just wanted to make sure I had them.
“I’m sorry, baby, I.. I didn’t mean to.. to hurt you earlier. I’m not really sure what I can say.. but I want you to know that I do love you, I do.” Harry assures me with a slight sigh leaving his mouth.
“I’m sorry, too.. I.. I love you.’’ I squeeze his hands a little, emphasis to my reply.
Harry’s lips left another kiss on my neck, his hair tickling my bare skin. I tried to hold it back, but a small laugh escaped my mouth, resulting in a chuckle from Harry in return.
Without a word, Harry gently removed his arms from around me, mine falling with his as I slightly frowned at the loss of contact with him. But my frown quickly turned to a small smile as I felt his hands go under my shirt, his fingertips dancing over my skin in little patterns he knows I can’t resist.
“Harry.’’ I giggle out lightly as he purposely runs his fingers over one of my most ticklish spots, right below my navel.
He laughs gently back to me as he trails his fingers over my stomach. I’ve never been the one to proud of my body, but I know that Harry loves me the way I am, and that mostly helps me ignore my insecurities.
“I haven’t had you in so long, baby.. I miss the feeling of your beautiful skin.. the way you giggle when I tickle you.’’ He gives me a little laugh as he hits another spot, I give him a laugh in return.

It’s been too long  
Hope You Lovelys Like It. Tell Me What You Think So Far. ~Angie
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