XII: Kiss with a Fist

                                    

                                              
Hey guys! Just a little message before the chapter starts: 

                          
    I am so so so very sorry for the lateness, and I hope you guys do understand that I am really busy with work and college stuff but I still love writing, and I still love this book, and I'm always trying to update but I get home very late and the only thing my body wants - allows me to do - is sleep. 
                          
  But I guess I do owe you guys this, and I've been crazily trying to finish this chapter and all and I really truly am so sorry. 

                          
  I do though, recommend that you guys re-read the last few paragraphs of the last chapter so you can sort of remember where we were. 
                          
  Okay no need to wait any longer: 

                          
Dark Times 
                          
Chapter 12
                          
Song: Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine 

                          
      
                          
     Katerina L. Wild 


                          
        My lips first felt his warm ones in that second, and immediately my body shivered. The dizziness that had haunted my mind was quickly converted into something else, and my hand found itself tangled in his unruly curls. 
                          
   He kissed back, slowly, slower than I thought; and then all at once the fire caught up with him as well and both his hands squeezed my hips as he brought them closer to his. 
                          
  There was barely any space between us, and the dizziness in my head returned the moment I felt the large bulge in his pants. And when one of his lips parted from mine and my dizzy eyes met his dark stormy green ones, he opened his lips to speak. 
                          
  But I didn't hear a word, and instead the dark spots in my head had made their way to my eyes, and I found myself collapsing in Harry's arms. 
                          
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           There was a loud knock on the door, and on the minute my mind registered the small noise, the pounding in my head began. I groaned. This is why I keep telling myself I shouldn't drink so much, yet when the time came I always found myself having had nearly two packs of beer and maybe even a vodka bottle. 
                          
  I can never stop. 

                          
  I pressed a finger on my temple, as if that would somehow help my current situation, and then I groaned again. 
                          
   "Bad night?" I heard him speak, and my body jumped from the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. 
                          
  He didn't even crack a smile. 
                          
  "What the fuck are you doing in my room!?" I angrily spat, attempting to lift myself from the floor. I felt my head swirl, and I felt his hand grab mine and sit me back on the bed. I saw his shirtless chest dizzily. Why was he shirtless? 
                          
   "Careful. You nearly drank the bar dry last night." Harry simply said, ignoring my question. 
                          
   "And that matters to you because?" 
                          
He cocked his head to the side. "Good question. Ignore your headache. What I really want to know is, now that you are of course sober, is why were you with D last night?" 
                          
    I shrugged in confusion, I couldn't remember anything. "D? Donuts? Demons? Dalmatians?" 
                          
    He stood up, I could tell he was fuming with anger, and grabbed the computer chair next to the desktop and harshly banged it. "I'm not fucking playing here, Katerina, what the fuck where you doing with him?" He spat.