lust // h.s.

The Feeling

Okay, so these next few chapters will be lead-ups, so stick with me!(:

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I could feel Harry's eyes bore into me, as we all sat in the living room.

I wasn't even going to bother an give him the time of day.

So I didn't even bother looking at him-

Somebody walks down from the stairs.

Taylor.

Taylor fucking Swift.

She takes a spot beside Harry and kisses his lips quickly. He smiles softly at her, as his eyes quickly fly back to me.

I can feel the tears welling up.

Why would I cry over him?

He was a dick, and that's all he was and would ever be.

I watch him as his lips slowly connect with Taylor's neck.

Ew gross.

Just no.

But the longer I watched the worse I felt.

He looked up at me when he pulled away from Taylor.

I felt my anger ball up inside, along with pain.

Louis looked down at me and wrapped his arm around me seeing how I was struggling.

I always saw him as a older brother, or a family friend considering he was quite attractive.

Though I couldn't see myself dating him.

I was drawn back to Harry as his hand rubbed Taylor's upper thigh.

A cocky smirk took over his plump lips.

"You can go fuck yourself Harry." I hiss, and walk out the back door.

The rain poured down overhead, coming up on the porch.

I stood calf deep in the water, but I really couldn't care less.

I waded a bit deeper, I really needed to get out of hear.

I couldn't stand Harry.

He was driving me insane, literally. He just ticked me off with every little thing he did. It was driving me off the edge.

If I could just get to Austin's I would be fine, and away from Harry-

"Your fucking insane."

"Fuck off Harry." I spit back. "I don't need your bitching Charlotte." He tosses back.

I continue to wade deeper.

This rain was insane.

"Just go and be with Taylor." I say. harshly.

"Charlo-"

"Just go!"

I hear him behind me due to the water sloshing.

"Just come in."

"Your kidding me." I yell, as I felt the anger inside me boiling up.

His arm lands on my shoulder, "Look at me."

I turn around to face him, harshly knocking his hand off me.

My eyes drift to the ground.

"I'm looking at you." I hiss, "In the eye." He responds just as harsh.

I quickly meet his eyes, feeling fear build up.

"I know you hate me, and that things are tense between us. Taylor doesn't make it any better, I know. But." He stops.

"And the point is?" I ask, looking into his green orbs.

"I still love you. You know that right?"

As the words fly from his mouth I feel that feeling.

The feeling you get oh so much.

The one that rushes through you like adrenaline.

Right before your about to fall, literally and figuratively.

But I wasn't going to fall.

Because I knew Harry couldn't save me anymore.