flower. h.s ✔️

fifty eight.

A gasp left my lips as Harry's body crashed into mine the minute I'd stepped out the car, I hadn't even realised he'd gotten out or could cross round the front that quickly.

Large hands gripped my face and forced it up so his lips smashed into mine as the cold metal of his car pressed into my back through his jacket and I struggled to keep up with what was happening and how fast his lips were moving.

One hand left my face to squeeze my throat, a mixture of a whine and squeak vibrating against our lips as I tried not to collapse then and there as Harry's hand continued its decent down, stopping to grab harshly as he pressed me back against the car harder.

"Need you."

Harry's words were grunted and I tried to pull back slightly, not making it very far before my head hit the window.

"Need to make you mine." Harry said again and my eyes fluttered open, what was happening?

Everything had suddenly gone from zero to hundred without me even knowing but I wasn't complaining.

But we had just come from a lovely afternoon with people I considered my family and now here I was, standing in my driveway almost collapsing in his hands.

"Flower I need you to be mine in every sense of the word." Harry's voice was hissed through his teeth as his fingers brushed over the bruise I'd tried to cover up.

And I realised what was he was talking about.

"Already yours." I hummed, my voice small as I pulled out the necklace, my fingers shaky as I showed him the H.

"Always yours."

Harry's hand gripped my throat suddenly, almost painfully as he forced his tongue into my mouth in a split second and I was left trying to grab onto his shoulders to keep myself up.

"I'm going to ruin you Buttercup."

Harry pulled me away from the car by my throat, my eyes widening in shock as he pushed me in front of him, one hand landing on my bum with a hard smack and I flinched, a small whine slipping from my mouth as I fumbled to unlock the front door.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do once inside and I turned, looking to Harry for direction and control and I knew he wanted to control me and I was more than happy to give it to him, his hand gripping my throat again and my back hit the wall.

"Upstairs." Harry stated, the word punctuated.

I scrambled to get away from him the minute he let me go, my eyes wide as I obediently did as I was told, the door to my room thrown open and I immediately tried to pull my jacket and boots off before Harry reappeared.

I waited with bated breath, my chest rising and falling in rapid excitement as I wondered exactly what he was going to do.

The idea of being ruined had me feeling some kind of way.

"You're so pretty Buttercup."

Harry spoke the minute he appeared and my cheeks heated as he stepped over the threshold and pushed the door shut behind him. His footsteps slow and careful as he headed towards me and as usual my head tilted so I could look up at him.

"And I break the prettiest ones."

Harry's hand found its home around my throat again as he pressed our lips together and I held onto his wrist lightly as I moved my lips in time with his, he was the only person I'd kissed where we were in sync.

"Strip." Harry pulled away by a fraction, his lips vibrating against mine as he spoke and I swallowed, blinking as I lent away, my hand leaving his skin as his left mine and I shakily reached for the bottom of my dress.