In The Woods ➳ H.S.

☙ t h i r t y - n i ne*

I cant believe ya'll are scattered around the world omf hiiiiiii people from other timezones!

I'm from Harry's ass btw. It's basically made of gold in here and sometimes I see louis' dick come in for a visit for an hour or two.

Anyway, some of you wanted more smut so I'm giving you more smut because I broke my streak and this is my apology.

This will get um, unholy.

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Harry's hand held mine as he guided me away from the dining hall and the dramatics. It felt weird to have someone actually hold my hand as no one has ever done that before - even my family.

My head suddenly clears at that thought and I try to tug my hand away just as Harry was pushing open the door to his room.

He turns around, eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Zayn -" I was about to say how I could no longer put this off without it tearing down what remained of my sanity. I couldn't possibly handle another nightmare, not when it shows my own little sister bleeding and screaming at me.

"Forget him." Harry snaps before tugging me into his room and slamming the door shut behind us.

There was no light inside his room, only the slight brightness of the moon and stars outside his window stopped the room from being swallowed in darkness.

Harry let go of my hand as he shrug his shirt off, causing me to look away immediately, my skin suddenly burning hot as the room suddenly started to feel to small.

I hear footsteps soon after Harry had thrown his shirt right by my feet, and I'm somewhat relieved that it sounded like he was moving away from me rather than closer.

I hear a bit more shuffling, and I try my best to keep my eyes as far away as possible from where Harry is, but I'm shocked to find myself actually tempted to look at him.

"Anna." His voice rings through the room. It was deeper than usual - not by much - and slower, a lot more sensual.

I gulped, my stomach tying itself in knots as I struggled to respond to him. "Yes?" My voice was higher than usual, but I was proud to say that it didn't shake.

"Look at me." He says, not a request or a command. It sounded more like a plea.

I didn't follow. I didn't want to - but I did. God, I really did. But I couldn't bring my head to turn no matter how hard I tried. So I continued to stand there, knees shaking, stomach twisted, and skin burning so hot I felt like someone had lit me on fire.

"Anna." He calls again. My breathing was uneven now as I finally forced my eyes to look at him.

There he sat, half-bare, at the edge of his bed. His legs were parted as he rested his hands beside him on the bed. The dim light lessens the heat as it forbids me to see too much of him, but I could see the black swirls of ink on his skin again.

He lifts up one arm as if reaching for me. "Come here. Please." He says, and this time my feet follow without hasitation, his eyes drawing me in.

My limp made things a little more awkward, lessening the growing tension when Harry chuckles a little and I let out a short breathy laugh.

When I reach him, he's smiling up at me as I stood in between his legs. His hands find my waist and he holds me there.

My heart was beating fast and my mind felt like it was going to cave in on itself. I shouldn't be letting him touch me in anyway at all.

He pretended to care for me only to shove me away the next morning. He made me feel wanted only to shake it off in the day that followed.

And even if he hadn't done that, I still shouldn't be letting this happen. We are not wed, he had violated me before, I'm supposed to hate him.