Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 19 - Heat

Harry

Fuck.

I have fucked up. I have fucked up very badly for the first time in a long time. I broke my own promise by fucking Marley fucking Delware, the one person I have been trying my hardest to avoid if that's even possible considering our conditions.

Just another problem to pile up onto the other ones because apparently I can't seem to keep my dick in my pants. I'm not sure if I should feel regret or if I should feel satisfied. It was extremely hard to focus on what I was doing in the moment with her though for some reason.

We sat at my spot for what felt like to be hours as she laid her head onto my lap with her legs perched onto the middle console, as I smoked down a cigarette with a clouded mind. She shocked me when she reached out and snatched it from my hand, taking a drag for herself. I knew she doesn't usually smoke.

The only thing on my mind was how good she tastes. Like candy.

Maybe that'll be her new nickname. Candy. But I really do prefer sloth.

And of course, she did most of the talking because that is just how she is. She never used to be, I remember how timid and shy she was around me and I sort of miss that because now all she does is try to get to know me, and that is something I really really don't want to do. I promise.

I listened, humming at her responses even though I already knew bits and pieces about her already.

She proceeded to rant about her dog Cliff and her cat Twiggy, and how she has gotten Tera to take care of them. How her mom is a dead beat emotional abusing piece of shit basically, how her dad who I know very well left when she was really young for reasons she refused to talk about, her favourite and least favourite foods. She was on a roll, talking my damn ear off per usual.

Maybe my dick has some sort of powers, a power to keep people from shutting up.

She then decided to talk about music and all her favourite bands and songs, how she likes the oldies. I figured so. I do too, but she really doesn't have to know my interests and dislikes.

She talks I listen, I talk she listens and talks. That's how it is between us.

The whole time it was,

"Hey, did you know-

"Tell me something Curly, why do you-

"What should we do about-

I made sure to see if she was alright to drive back though, considering her legs were shaking like crazy, which she seemed to find absolutely hilarious because she wouldn't stop laughing about it the entire time I brought it up.

Very annoying. A little bit adorable but more annoying than anything.

Which leads me to now, sitting in Liam's living room along with the rest of the guys discussing future plans that needed to be sorted out. It was currently 12AM.

"My car better be in one piece feisty, if I go out and see one scratch on it, it's going to be your head."

She glanced up to me with pursed lips attempting to hide a smirk before looking down at the floor.

"Oh, there was definitely head alright." I spoke up leaning back against Liam's couch with my hands behind my head. Marley shot her head up with wide eyes and choked on a cough.

"Excuse me? Wanna repeat that?" Zayn glanced between both Marley and I with an amused expression on his face leaning forward in his chair.

"He's just joking, isn't that right?" She tilted her head at me with a raised brow, silently telling me to shut the hell up.