Harry's ring-clad fingers make me nut. Rt your kink.

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✧ Best friends with the thing that's killing me

Enemies with my best friend, there's no healing me ✧

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   "I'll be right back."

She gently lifted Mateo off her lap and set him down next to Harry, who raised his gaze and furrowed his brows questioningly at her. A reassuring smile etched onto her face, murmuring to Harry that she was fine. But he knew she wasn't. He noticed that she hadn't touched any of the food he had brought throughout the entirety of the movie. When he questioned her, she simply said that she was full from dinner. But while she was in the bathroom 15 minutes into the movie, Harry asked Mateo if his mother ate a lot during dinner because he had his suspicions. Mateo told him that she didn't eat anything because there wasn't enough food.

Harry also noticed her grimacing during the movie, due to pain. He couldn't figure out whether it was a headache or something else, but she looked like she was in pain and that was probably why she had just excused herself. Harry stood up from his seat, telling Mateo that he was just going to go to the bathroom. At the end of the hallway, he spotted Adriana walking into her bedroom. His fingers ran through his long curls as he bit his lip, hoping the conversation they were about to have is going to turn out well and not into some sort of argument.

"Adriana?" Harry peeked into the bedroom, eyes narrowing when he saw her push the queen-sized bed aside. "What are you doing?"

Her gaze met his, her teeth tugging at her lower lip as she contemplated on whether or not to go ahead and retrieve the stash of cocaine she had hidden. The cravings hit her again in that moment, making her face contort with frustration and pain, feeling her head ache. Harry let out a tiny sigh, walking over to where she was kneeling near the bed. There was a screwdriver on the floor next to her, along with a square hidden safe on the floor, which Harry assumed she was going to open with the screwdriver.

"Is that where you hide your cocaine?" Harry questioned with an arch of his brow, making her nod slowly, not looking at him. "Come here."

He held his hand out to her, making her reach out to hold it so that he could help her stand up. When he reached out to touch her face, she averted her gaze, finding it hard to look him in the eye and talk about what was going on with her, since she knew the type of questions he was going to ask.

"Is it the cravings?" he murmured quietly; thumb stroking her cheek while she bit her lip.

"I just need to do a line, Harry. A few grams, not a ball-"

"Adriana," Harry interrupted her with a shake of his head. "We need to start thinking about how you're gonna stop this addiction."

"I know," she whispered, swallowing thickly. "But after today, please, I-I can't fight these cravings, I only did a couple of grams in the evening, and that's not enough."

Harry was conflicted, he still wasn't sure if he was allowed to say no or not. Adriana sensed this conflict within him, pulling away from him and crouching down on the floor again. Harry watched helplessly as she removed the screws with the screwdriver, pulling the tiny compartment open and revealing a zip lock back of the white powder.

She grabbed it, feeling her body grow with an unnatural sense of excitement when she saw the cocaine. When she stood up and attempted to move around Harry, he quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulling her back.

"Please, don't do this," he whispered firmly to her. "We can start by reducing the amount you do already. Let's just get you distracted, and maybe the craving will go away-"

"It won't just go away, Harry!" she snapped back, surprising him completely while she pulled her hand away. "What? Do you think I can just watch a Disney film and forget these fucking devils whispering in my ear about how good getting high on cocaine is? It's driving me fucking mad."

"Why are you so- oh! Erratic behavior," he said to himself more than to her, making her scoff.

"Already begun searching up the symptoms of my addiction, huh?"

"Well of course, my girlfriend is struggling with drug abuse and I want to help," Harry responded sharply, his bright green eyes narrowed at her. "I know the cocaine is making you act all angry and pissed off, but listen: you have to fight it."

They held gazes for a few seconds, Harry's jade eyes staring intensely into Adriana's dark ones. It was now Adriana's turn to feel conflicted, contemplating on whom to listen to: Harry or the cocaine demons. When she looked into Harry's pleading eyes, she released a breath and sighed heavily. Harry stepped forwards and cupped her cheeks, pressing his lips against her forehead gently.

"I can't stop thinking about it, Harry," Adriana whispered in a pained tone voice, her face contorting with a grimace, making Harry's heart ache. "I don't even know how to explain it, it's just so strong, and sharp, and they're so hard to get over."

"But they're not impossible to get over," Harry murmured in response, caressing her cheeks. "It hurts?" he questioned when she grimaced again.

"I get headaches, and abdominal pains," she groaned quietly, pulling away from him to sit down on the bed. "Fuck," she pressed a hand to her forehead as Harry sat down next to her.

"Maybe some Advil will help? Do you have any?"

"No," she shook her head. "I've tried it before. It doesn't work."

"And the only way to stop it is to give in?"

She looked at him and nodded quietly. He pondered hard on how to distract her from the cravings. His hand reached out to hold hers, slipping his fingers between the gaps created by hers. She lifted her dark eyes to meet his, his beautiful, forest green eyes that held reassurance in them, telling her that she was going to be okay.

"These cravings? What are they like? Is it like, you can't stop thinking about it or...?" he trailed off, seeing if he can first understand the type of craving she had.

"I call them demons or devils, they're in my head and they say shit," she said vaguely.

"So they're like cognitive? You said you get headaches and abdominal pains. Are those part of the carvings?" Harry questioned her, making her purse her lips.

"No those usually come after I do cocaine. Like I told you I did some today," she said. "But yeah, they're mostly cognitive. Like the demons, they tell me about how good the high feels. Especially when I'm feeling stressed, or depressed, like whenever I need to escape for a bit to relieve or enjoy myself."

"Okay, so the triggers for your cravings are usually stress and depression," Harry concluded from what she just said, making her nod in response. "So we avoid those triggers. Reduce the stress, and stop the depression."

"You say that like it's easy. Like, it's a choice, Harry," Adriana murmured with a shake of her head, disliking how he couldn't understand but understood that it wasn't his fault. "Work stresses me out, and the fact that I'm broke. That makes me depressed as well as the fact that I can't stop fucking thinking-"

"Thinking about what?" Harry questioned when she paused momentarily. Him, she wanted to say.

"My past," she said vaguely. "My past haunts me, and lately the hallucinations I get due to the cocaine, helps them...I dunno, manifest? And it terrifies me."

Harry nodded in understanding, wishing so badly that she would just tell him what had happened in her past. It seemed to be the reason for many things, which he had just begun piecing together. But he didn't want to push her. Maybe it was traumatizing, it certainly seems like it was.

"Adriana, look at me," Harry spoke up quietly, making her turn her body to look at him properly. "Love, since I'm your boyfriend now, you have no excuse to stop me from helping you. Basically giving you money."

"Harry-"

"No stop," he kissed her to shut her up, cupping her face with his soft hands. "This isn't only for you. It's for Mateo as well. Helping you, relieving you by taking this financial stress off of you...it'll make him happy to see his mum less stressed, yeah?" he murmured, making her bob her head in response. "So, we agreed I would pay rent, which I did by the way."

"Already?"

"'Course, before I came here tonight," he told her. "Now, what else do you need paying for? Groceries? I noticed your fridge looked pretty empty. We can go grocery shopping together!"

"Only you, would find joy in grocery shopping with me," she murmured with a slight smile and a chuckle, resting her forehead against his. The thought of needing money to pay Donnie never even came up in her mind when Harry asked the question.

"I find joy in doing everything with you," Harry mumbled back with a cute grin. "I guess you could say I'm addicted to you."

"How ironic," she remarked with a laugh. "I think my craving has lessened now."

"Really?" Harry arched his brows with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess it's 'cause we started talking about something else. You distracted me from the demons," she told him, her lips brushing against his ever so slightly.

She briefly wondered how easily she got distracted, knowing that she had tried to distract herself many times from the demons but often failed because they were too strong. However, as soon as she listened to Harry talking about the most random things ever, her mind would only focus on him, or at least more on him and less on the demons. He captured her attention so easily; it helped her keep herself from giving into the cravings.

"Keep distracting me."

"Mhmm I have ideas," he placed a kiss by the corner of her mouth, pink lips curling into a smirk. "Fuck, Mateo is all alone in the living room," he remembered.

They both stood up and hurried along to the living room, realizing that they had spend quite a lot of time arguing and talking in the bedroom. When they reached the living room, their gazes fell upon the small dark-haired boy, curled up on the couch, sleeping soundlessly. Harry's heart warmed up in his chest at the adorable sight, watching Adriana turn the TV off before carefully taking Mateo in her arms. He whined quietly in his sleep, before curling his arms tightly around his mother's neck, clutching her hair with his cheek resting against hers.

Adriana carried him to his bedroom, switching the lamp by his bed on and carefully setting him down on the bed. She changed him into his nightclothes, then tucking him in. Her lips pressed against his forehead, spending a few seconds gazing at her precious boy with utmost love for him. She felt as if the only reason she hasn't overdosed due to the negative emotions she's been feeling, was because of him. She never did cocaine at home, even though that night was the first time she came close to doing so. Despite her addiction, she was careful not to overdose. She knew if that happened she would either end up in a hospital or dead, and that wasn't even what worried her. What worried her was what would happen to Mateo if any of that happened to her.

"Te amo, mi estrella," she whispered to him, smiling when he snuggled against his pillow, clutching his Simba toy.

She stood up, shutting the lamp off and turning his nightlight on because she knew he was still a little afraid of complete darkness. Her gaze met Harry's as she walked towards the door, smiling at him while he leaned against the doorway. He followed her into her bedroom, pulling his t-shirt over his head with a yawn. They both changed, Harry simply stripping down while Adriana threw on a baggy t-shirt with just her panties on. They spent a few minutes talking, all wrapped up in each other's arms in the dark, Adriana stroking his hair while Harry ran his fingers along the skin of her thighs.

"I'll be performing at my sister's birthday dinner," he told her, thumb stroking her hipbone as he rested his head on her chest.

"Really?" Adriana smiled, propping her chin on his head while she ran her fingers through his long curls.

"Yeah, my band and I will be doing some covers, and performing Sign of the Times," he told her, making her smile widen.

"Sign of the Times. That song you sang to me," she remembered. "Now I'm definitely coming."

"Yay!" Harry cheered quietly. "It's a formal event, do you have a dress?"

"I think so, I might've-"

"Let's go shopping!" Harry suggested, lifting his head up to look at him. "Oh please, Princess. I wanna treat you so bad!"

"Harry, you can treat me in many other ways but not materialistic. I'm not all about that life," she told him firmly, making him pout.

"When's your birthday? I'm gonna fucking spoil you and you can't say anything against that."

"2nd July," she said with a roll of her eyes, knowing that Harry was probably going to ask her son if she didn't tell him.

"That's nearby," Harry commented, making her hum in response. "Let's plan something special."

"My birthdays are never special, Harry," she said with a sad smile. Harry pursed his pink lips sadly at her words.

She didn't tell him the reason for that because she didn't want to spoil the mood. It wasn't because of money issues or anything; it was something completely different.

"Let's make it special this time," Harry suggested, pushing his body off of hers to lay on the pillow beside her. "It doesn't have to be big at all! I can take you and Mateo out somewhere fun, like an amusement park. Then I'll take you out for dinner at night, whatever you want, my love."

"Oh Harry," she whispered, stroking his cheek. "You're so sweet and thoughtful. Et mignon." And cute.

"You're cute too," he giggled, understanding her words after hearing that specific one a couple of times. "My cutie pie."

Adriana laughed softly at his adorableness, cupping his cheek firmly and kissing him. He kissed her back firmly, taking her lower lip between his own soft ones. When they broke away for a second, they joined again, this time kissing each other deeply and firmly. Harry gripped her hip, shifting closer to her while pushing his tongue against hers. His warm hand slipped down to grasp her thigh, pulling it over his hip to pull her closer to him. All of a sudden, Adriana's face grimaced, seeing an image of him flashing before her eyes.

She forced the image away, focusing on Harry and the feeling of his sweet lips caressing hers. She tried to focus on the softness of his curls, slipping through the spaces created by her fingers. The feeling of his hot tongue pushing against hers gently in a sensual manner. The way he was holding her leg that was hooked onto his waist, hand stroking her soft skin. She tried to focus on all those things and the feeling of just Harry. It helped her push away any images from the events that happened last night with the blue-eyed man, and him.

Her eyes fluttered shut with a small sigh escaping her parted lips when he dragged his own across her cheek, laying gentle, wet kisses along her skin. His lips reached her neck, puckering and sucking sweetly, causing her to whimper lightly at the heavenly feeling. He rolled over her, slipping between her legs and holding himself up with his forearms settled into the pillow on either side of her head. He continued with his gentle assault on her neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping at her skin while she whimpered softly, toying with his hair.

He slowly trailed his lips back up to meet hers, exhaling into her mouth and moaning a little because he was turned on, just by kissing her. His hand moved to grip her waist, squeezing it gently before slipping it between her legs. That was when she panicked a little, the cold, disgusting feeling of that blue-eyed man touching her sex attacking her, causing her body to jolt under him with a tiny gasp. Harry noticed her reaction, immediately retracting his hand with a guilty look flashing across his face.

"Adriana, fuck, I'm so sorry," he apologized shamefully, hating the way her face was contorted in a tight grimace. It hurt him to see her that way. "I forgot, I'm so sorry, oh god."

"It's okay, Harry," she murmured, her eyes still closed as she tried to push away that violated feeling. "I started the kissing it's my-"

"No, love, it's not. Don't try to apologize for anything," he shook his head immediately, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. "I'm sorry I tried to take it further. We should've just stuck with kissing."

She nodded in response, a sad look etching onto her face as she gazed into the distance, wishing that she wasn't so traumatized by yesterday's events. She wanted Harry so bad, but the memories of her past were popping up more often now, especially after yesterday's incident. She wanted nothing more than to pleasure Harry, and vice versa. She just found it hard to do so right now, and Harry understood completely. He had a feeling it wasn't only the incident yesterday that caused her to freak out, it was that and something else. He remembered the time they were having sex and he grabbed her hair, causing her to freak out. He realized something must've happened to her in her past that had traumatized her like that.

"I'm sorry, I just need a little time," she whispered to him after a few seconds.

"Take all the time you need, my love," he murmured to her, stroking her cheek. "I'll wait as long as you want, until you're ready and comfortable with me again."

"Fuck, I hate this," she whispered suddenly, shaking her head. "I hate that I do this."

"What? Like freezing up?" Harry questioned with lightly furrowed brows, thumb stroking the apple of her cheek.

"Yeah, because I want to give into you, baby. So bad," she told him honestly, looking him straight in the eye. "But, it's hard. I can't get those fucking memories out of my head."

"I want to try again," she suddenly said, making him frown.

"Try...kissing?"

"That and taking it further," she said firmly, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. "I know I said I wanted time, but I can fight it off, I just need to focus on you more."

She was determined she could do it, that if she just focused on Harry every time her attention was diverted from him to those traumatic events, they could take it further. She knew what happened last night wasn't as bad as what happened to her three years ago, but it certainly did act as a trigger for those past memories. Even then, she had worked years on locking them up; she wasn't going to let all that time and effort go to waste.

"Darling," Harry mumbled unsurely. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable again. We really don't have to do this now; I can wait. I promise."

"I know, Harry, and it's not you making me feel uncomfortable. It's just those memories, which I can push away and forget for some time if I just focus on you," Adriana insisted, stroking his cheeks while gazing at him with a pleading look. "Please? I don't want to wait. I want to get over this now."

Harry looked at her with his lips pressed together, contemplating. He did want to give into her for his own selfish pleasure, but he was extremely cautious because he didn't want her to freak out again and be afraid. He didn't want her to feel violated like she did at the club. He wanted her to feel safe, and good. He wanted to make her feel good, and that was what pushed him to say yes to her. That she deserved to be pleasured and to feel good.

He lowered his head and caught her lips in a slow kiss, hot tongues delving into each other's mouths. Adriana inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaling with a soft moan into his mouth, which he swallowed up with a kiss. Her back rose off the mattress slightly as she kissed him desperately, losing herself in the heavy, passionate kiss they were exchanging. She felt his hard-on pressing lightly against her inner thigh, brushing her clothed core ever so slightly now and then. She craved for more of that feeling, lifting her hips up and rolling them against his. Harry's wet lips broke away from her for a sharp inhale, forehead resting against hers as he breathed heavily against her lips.

He opened his eyes to look at her, hazy green eyes gazing into her dark ones filled with lust. She was successful in ignoring those memories and horrible feelings so far, now confident that they could at least grind without her freaking out. But it needed to be slow. She dropped her hand from his shoulders to his hip, squeezing it gently while her eyes encouraged him to rock against her. He was hesitant at first, relaxing his hips so that his crotch was fully pressed against hers. He watched her face grimace suddenly, eyes screwing shut.

"Open your eyes, darling. Look at me," Harry whispered to her firmly, making her eyes flutter open. "Just focus on me, love."

She nodded in response; biting her lip when he rolled his hips with a little more force this time, grinding against her aching core. He still kept his pace slow, rolling his hips heavily while kissing her deeply, trying to get her to only think of him while he did his actions. Harry tilted his head to the side, jaw clenching as he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, grinding against her clothed core where he could feel her wetness seeping through. He was painfully hard now, and desperately needed to relieve himself because grinding was not helping as much.

"Harry," she panted once their lips broke away for a breath of air. Harry opened his eyes to look at her, arching a brow questioningly. "I want you to touch me."

"Are you sure?" he checked quietly, fingers tucking her hair behind her ear before coming back to cup her cheek.

"Yeah," she murmured in response, pushing his curls back over his head when they fell over his forehead. "Fuck, I need you to touch me."

Her last words that came out in a sweet moan pushed Harry to kiss her again, shifting his hips up so that he could push his hand between her legs. But as soon as she did that she flinched a little, making him retract his hand on instinct. However, her hand grabbed his, pushing it back down between her legs to keep him going, her lips still attached to him.

In Adriana's mind, she was battling those disgusting images, replacing them with memories of Harry taking care of her while pleasuring her, giving her the safest and best sexual experience a woman could have. She felt her heart fill up a little with relief when she managed to get rid of the images temporarily, smiling into the kiss when she began to really feel the pleasure hit her.

"Wait, Harry," she mumbled into the kiss when he began rubbing her against her panties, about to pull them to the side.

"You okay?" he gazed at her with concerned eyes. She took a second or two to admire his beauty, luminous, jade eyes, and dark brows sloped downwards over them with his pink lips, wet and swollen.

"I'm fine, baby," she told him with a smile, making him return it with a dimpled one. "Can you take your rings off?"

Harry arched a brow at her playfully, dark pink lips stretching into a smirk as he pushed himself up to kneel between her parted thighs.

"I thought you didn't mind it when I wore my rings while fingering you," he spoke slowly in a raspy voice, slipping his chunky rings off his fingers.

Her reasoning for wanting him to remove his rings was much more personal than what Harry thought, which was probably worry over getting them dirty. Harry's ring-clad fingers sometimes reminded her of his fingers, even though Harry's were soft and his were rough; they both wore rings. She just didn't want to get sudden flashbacks of him touching her with his ring-clad fingers, while Harry did the same, even though it hasn't happened before.

Adriana took a moment to admire the sight of her man kneeling between her legs. She felt her pussy clench at the way he kneeled there, torso bare, curls a mess, swollen, heart-shaped lips drawn into a sultry smirk. Her tongue slipped out to slide against her lower lip, tugging it back with her teeth while her dark eyes lingered on his hands, watching him slip those expensive rings off his perfect fingers of his in a slow manner.

"In fact," he continued to say, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I recall you moaning my name every time your clit touches my rings."

"Makes you cream," Harry smirked at her, when he reached over and put his rings on the bedside table, before coming over her again.

"And you love making me cream don't you, baby?" she murmured lowly, cupping his chin with her fingers. Her words made him nod and lick his lips.

"So much," he moaned a little at her words. "Especially on my cock."

"Someone's got a dirty mouth tonight," she commented, biting her lip while Harry dug his fingers into her panties to tug them down. "Wanna put that into better use?"

"Another time, darling. Let me make you feel good with just my fingers tonight."

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lol sorry 'bout the cliffhanger! I'll update soon :)

What did you guys think of the chapter?

I'm sorry if I'm getting the cravings part not accurate, 'cause I don't know what it feels like to be addicted to a drug and have cravings. If it didn't seem realistic or you had problems with the way it was presented in this chapter, please do comment! So that I'll be able to make a few changes and make it more intense in the future chapters!

I'm sorry this chapter took long to write and update! Been planning some new things, which I KNOW you guys will be excited for.

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Until we meet again...

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