opia [h.s au]

Chapter 23

Damn.

I look good.

I would totally bang me tonight. I mean, look at me! I'm hot.

For once in my life I'm happy I took Dom's advice on my choice of clothes. Maybe this dress is a little too short for my liking but the combination with leather jacket and boots made it look pretty damn good. I also took my time to curl my hair instead of using it straight as usual and the result is better than I expected.

I'm going out with Callum today. It's Saturday and he said something about going to a club nearby that is really trendy right now. I'm trying very hard not to dwell on the fact of how much this comment makes me wanna cringe.

Seems like some of Callum's friends will be there too and originally Dom was going but at the last minute he decided to spend the night with Gem and Harry instead. Is really surprising that for once I'll be the one going out while he is at home, but we all know why this is happening.

His crush on Gemma is developing pretty fast ever since all went to s**t between her and Adam. It's comprehensive, though. Dom has been hanging out with her a lot, using the fact he wants to cheer her up as an excuse to be close all the time. Not that she is complaining - half of the times she is the one to make the invitation.

I'm so glad to see how things seems to be slowly evolving from friendly to kinda flirty, but they're both in denial yet. Let's see for how long.

I understand this may be scaring the s**t out of Gem, I mean, she just had a traumatizing end of a five year relationship with the tidiest guy in the world and it's really soon for her to be interested in another guy, specially someone like Dom that is the polar opposite do Adam.

But hey, love just happens, there's no right timing for it. Also, she may not admit it even for herself but I know she always felt attracted to Dom, with or without Adam.

Before going to Gem's apartment Dom is going to pick me up here, I promised her I would stop by before going to meet Callum at the nightclub. I haven't seen her since Wednesday, when Harry and I cooked dinner for her.

Harry and I.

My heart skips a beat just to think about it and I actually can't be sure if it is out of excitement or rage.

I felt so exposed when I literally said him I was willing to try something with him, saying that went against all of my instincts of self preservation. I don't know what I was expecting, don't know if I thought that Harry would drop all of his mysterious behavior and just open up to me, or even if I was thinking he would tell me to f**k off so I could finally move on with my life.

But none of that happened. Harry just stood there looking at me before going back to cooking without saying a f*****g word about what I said.

I feel like I should be more upset about it, but at this point I'm kinda used to this nonsense behavior when it comes to Harry.

I'm sure there's still something to happen between the two of us, but I won't try to rush it. I'll just continue to move on with my life. Harry is too complicated, too mysterious, too exhausting and I don't want to be losing my mind because of him. As I said before I'm sure he feels the same way about me, I know he is drawn to me as I am to him, and I know this kind of connection we seem to share is not common and really hard to ignore.

So I decided to just let it roll. As long as Harry is staying at Gemma's, I'll have to coexist with him and there's nothing I can do about it. He drives me crazy, I can't stop thinking about him half of the time but I don't intend to oblige to that. It's really hard to keep up with his mood changes before going insane so I'll just deal with whatever happens, one step at a time.

Theoretically this should work wonderfully.

~*~

"Whoa, you look good!" Gem squeals as soon as Dom and I pass through her door.

We both thank her at the same time and she giggles, literally blushing when her eyes lays on Dom. "I was actually talking to Billie, but you look good as well, Dom!" She gives him a coy smile.

Oh stop, you two. This is too f*****g adorable for me to handle.

"So what are your plans tonight?" I ask, making conversation while my eyes scans the living room in search for Harry. I won't even try to deny it.

"We are going to play some board games!" Gem squeals excitedly and Dom's grin becomes bigger. "Harry is really excited about playing Scrabbles, he think he is the best on it" She giggles.

"I am the best." Harry's raspy voice comes from behind Gemma while he walks out of the hallway to the living room "Hey, mate." He gives a knowledge nod to Dom "Hi Billie".

His eyes lays on me and he is not the least subtle as he gives me a slow once over, raising his eyebrows while he takes in my appearance and even though I'm fighting with all my will not to blush, I feel my cheeks getting hotter and my stomach clenches under his gaze.

"Looking good, B." Harry winks at me "Didn't know you take board games so seriously."

I hear Dom's sharp breath by my side as he low-key grabs Gemma's arm and pulls her towards the kitchen, muttering something about helping her open the wine he brought.

"Oh, actually I'm not staying" I try to sound nonchalant but my voice completely betrays me and for some reason I sound insecure "Thank you though."

"You're not?" Harry's voice sounds a little high pitched when he says not, and it's adorable to see how much he is surprised about me not staying.

"No, I have a... thing" I dart my eyes from him.

Why I just didn't say I have a date? Why I don't want him to know about it?

After his silence last time we saw each other I should be rubbing my romantic life all over his face. Shouldn't I?

"A thing? Like in going out with friends?" Harry raises his eyebrows and there's something on his gaze that makes me want to hug him. It's like he is battling to keep his face straight.

"No... It's more like a date kind of thing" I shrug, darting my eyes again.

Oh f**k, this is awkward.

"With Cole?" Harry asks.

"Who?"

"Cole... Big tattooed guy".

"His name is Callum" I give him a faint smile "But yeah... With Callum."

"Good." Harry nods and I shrug again, not knowing what to say next. The mood is heavy between the two of us and my racing heart is not helping me at all.

I thought I could manage this situation a lot better than I'm actually doing, guess I overestimated my social skills, specially when it comes to Harry.

As if taking the silence as a clue to come back, Dom and Gemma enters the living room again, talking between of them with sweet smiles and little touches that doesn't go unnoticed by me.

"The wine is open, we're just letting it breath a little" Gemma announces "Harry, could you please take the Scrabbles? It's in your room."

"Of course" Harry nods "Billie can you help me get it?"

For what does he need my help? I should really get going, I'm already a little late for my date with Callum. Opening my mouth to say that, I lay my eyes on Harry and for some reason I hear my own voice saying "Yeah, sure."

What the f**k is going on with me tonight? It's like my body is disconnected with my brain and acting at its own will.

Harry turns on his heels and goes towards the hallway and I follow him in silence, still trying to figure how the hell I am going to help him. It's not like a Scrabbles board is heavy.

I follow Harry inside of his room and he closes the door behind me.

"What are y-" I begin to say but before I could finish my question, Harry shoves me against the closed door, stepping forward so my body is trapped between him and the door.

His eyes sparkles under the dim light of his room and he leans over me, the tip of his nose touching mine before he darts to my cheek, taking a deep breath that makes his chest shiver in contact with mine.

His hot, humid breath touches my skin and I feel like I'm on fire, completely melting under his touch. In the moment his nose reaches the thin skin under my earlobe, I feel one of his hands grabbing my waist firmly, as the other wraps around the back of my neck, keeping my head still.

"H-Harry" I pant, my heart racing so much that I'm sure he can listen it echoing through the room.

Harry hums in my ear, I feel his wet tongue touching my skin and I shiver, closing my eyes and trying with all my willpower not to pant. "You're so f*****g hot tonight" He whispers in my ear, taking the soft flesh of my earlobe between his teeth and I squirm. "Love it when you say my name like that."

A breath caught up in my chest when the hand that was in my neck cups my face and Harry passes his thumb over my bottom lip. My jaw fall open unintendedly and a shivering breath escapes from my lips, I can't even try to deny how worked up he has me with minimum contact.

"M'Going crazy to think about this lips kissing somebody else" Harry moans in my neck, his mouth just a few inches from my skin and the way his humid breath hits my flesh makes my insides melt.

Now his thumb go over my top lip, opening my mouth slightly. "Hate to think of how he will taste you like I want to" Harry groans between wet kisses on my neck. "But you know what?"

I can't even think of an answer, I feel like my brain has turned into mush and all I do is quietly pant, too overwhelmed with his touch, intoxicated with his smell and for a second I can't even remember my own name.

With a swift movement, Harry pins my body with his at the same time he sinks his thumb on my mouth and I feel his hard bulge pressing my stomach. I suck his thumb instinctively and a shameless moan falls from his lips while he grabs my waist impossibly firm, pulling my body against his.

"I know you'll be thinking of me." He then mutters, his voice dropping to an octave and the hoarse sound makes me clench my legs together, trying to find some relief for the pooling wetness between my thighs.

I can't hold the little moan that falls from my lips and without a second though I cup his face with my hands, trying to bring his face closer to mine. First he seems to accept, taking his thumb out of my mouth and getting so close our noses actually touches. I open my eyes just to see his green irises almost gone with such blown out pupils.

I try to peck his lips with mine, but he doesn't obliges, darting his head a little back so I can't reach for his mouth. His hand is back to my neck and he squeezes my flesh gently, pushing my head against the door and biting down his bottom lip.

"I won't kiss you tonight, Billie" Harry says quietly, his voice sounding even raspier than usual "Not if you're going to kiss another guy later". He ghosts his lips over mine and it's like my entire body freeze, I don't even think I'm breathing right now.

He dart his head again, reaching for my neck, biting my flesh and sucking it. I know exactly what he is trying to do but I don't have it in me to try and stop him. He could do whatever he wants to me right now and I would happily oblige.

"Hope you have fun tonight" Harry groans in my ear "I know I will, thinking about that sweet little cunt of yours that I miss so badly."

With that, he takes a step back, looking around nonchalantly "Now where did I store the Scrabbles?"

I'm a complete mess, can't move, can't think straight. I feel little buds of sweat forming on my forehead and it's like my legs has turned to jelly, don't think I'll be able to walk, it's like I just melted inside.

"Aren't you late for your date thing?" Harry looks at me, smirking. With his gaze pinned on mine, he shoves his hand on the front of his jeans, shamelessly adjusting himself and I literally feel my mouth watering.

Fuck, I need him. Maybe I should just call and cancel with Callum?

Like a signal sent from God, my phone buzzes on my pocket and I jolt in my place. "f**k" I mutter, reaching for it and giving the screen a quick glance.

It's Callum, of course it's him, asking me if I'm getting there and telling he already ordered my favorite drink.

Almost like an outer-body experience, I watch myself turning on my heels and leaving Harry's oom, muttering a quick goodbye to Dom and Gemma and practically running from my friend's apartment.