Beautiful Enigma | HS

Chapter 9

Her POV

His hand went to my cheek as he pulled me in, telling me he was okay with my hasty decision.  His other hand rested itself on my hip, I could feel him tightening his grip here, like he didn't want to let me go and telling me how perfectly his hand fitted there. But it was then I realised the true consequences and risks I'd just put him in out of being selfish.

I pulled back, hard.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that, god. I-" I stopped myself and made my way back to my bedroom where I slammed the door. Panic rushing over me.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up, wondering if it was Harry. I mean Jesus it had only been a couple of weeks and I'd kissed the guy! What on earth was I thinking.

The text was from an unknown number.

"Found you."

It read. My heart dropped into my stomach. I reread it, refusing to believe it was real, and also refusing to believe I'd been found out.

Absolutely no way, it was impossible.

"Scout." Harry's voice broke through my panic.

"I have to go, I've got to get out of here." I rushed out. As I began backing up I walked into someone, it immediately made me jump, my mind going to the message on my phone. Was I found? Would they take me back? Punish me? Hurt Harry? Oh my god. Harry.

"Watch it Scoutie. Did you not get my text?" The voice sounded, complete fear pulsing through my body at this point.

I spun around and was met face to face with Parker.

"Y-you sent the text?" I stuttered, hoping I'd heard him right, relief washing over me but there still being some fear and some protective instincts over Harry and now Parker.

"Yeah, I got a new phone and wanted to freak you out." Parker laughed, clearly not fully understanding the extent of the situation.

Because you won't tell him, Scout.

"You're a prick. You scared the hell out of me!" I yelled, feeling annoyed. I then turned back around and saw Harry who was looking at me. Like he was still processing what had happened between us. I can't believe I let myself be so fucking stupid.

"I'm sorry! Also you need to get packing. We'll be moving back in as soon as you're ready." Parker told me and again I looked to Harry. He wasn't having a great day. I knew he was lonely, and so was I, but in a different way. I guess it goes back to what I said before.

In the most opposite ways, we were the same.

"Why does it feel like you can cut the tension in here? Why is there tension?" Parker asked, being able to sense that something had happened before he made his entrance.

When neither of us spoke he took this as a hint and left the room, telling us he was going to get some 'water or vodka or something, Christ.'

"You first." Harry told me, knowing we both had things we wanted to say.

"I'm sorry I did that. I barely know you and it was completely out of character." I apologised, wishing and hoping Harry wouldn't let this change our friendship which I'd grown fond of over the last 2 weeks.

"I'm not sorry. I don't think now is the right time, but I wouldn't take it back Scout. There's something different about you and I and I know you can feel it to. Stop me if you think I'm crazy and I know it's only been a couple of weeks and I also know what you've come out of. But something is different." He told me, not breaking his strong stare on me the entire time.