What If

15

(Sorry guys for the earlier description of Harry. I know he has no scars on his right temple. But this is just a fictional story. So anything is possible. Hehehe. Now go back to the story?

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I dont know why Im running. I just have to, my subconcious mind reminds me. I ran so fast that my lungs almost popped out. I took a quick glance at my back. But a strong arms got a hold of my waist. Next thing I knew my hoarse deafening voice echoed through the darkness. I wiggled so hard but the strong grip tightened that my back bumped at a very hard chest.

" Fuck! Whats wrong with you?"

A tensed yet stern voice groaned behind me. And he slowly let me go.

"You look like shit! You could have broke my eardrums!" His voice was like a thunder. That I thought he's Thor the God of Thunder.

I winced at his choice of words. I'm not so innocent about those kind of speech but its just sounded weird coming from his mouth. Maybe I'm not used a british accent guy cursing.

"Your a psycho!" I shouted at his face. I saw his face tensed from my words. And his eyes is haunted when he gazed at me.

"Oh, dont be such a grumpy. Have I done anything?"

Okay, he was holding my waist earlier. And it was the first time someone done something like that to me. But never on earth will I ever admit that. Im sixteen, running seventeen next month. And it's just so embarrassing if he would know. Girls my age dated several guys. Been kissed or even worst than that. And making out was a normal thing that my friends always told me. But I would never do such things. It's not like I'm so naive or boring. But I always dreamed of my prince charming giving me my first kiss. And giving my virginity to someone for lust was the last thing on my mind.

I saw him with amusement in his eyes. And his face grew a small side smirk. He tapped his chin with his index as he shakes his head.

"Dont tell me your making a big fuss when I touched your waist? "-

"Acting like a virgin, yeah? If I don't know your american I would have believe that." With a sarcasm in his voice. I noticed how his expression changed from playful to hard. And I saw something on it. Pain?

"Oh come on. Have done better than that, babe" But that expression vanished quickly as he looked at me again. And he moved closer that I smelled his breath through my nostrils. A combination of mint and berries. And the sudden realization hits me.

"Y-your drunk." Its not a question but a confirmation. And I backed away.

"How did you know? I never kissed you- Though I wanted to..." He whispers. My knees grew weak my mouth was of shallow breaths.

"Y..your crazy! Please, I wanna go home." And my tears betrayed me. Tiny drops rolling down my cheeks. Small sobs escaped my mouth.

He stood still. Staring at my flushed face. I know I look like a mess now. My hair was all wet and my cheeks and nose were red due to the cold. But its not my concern as of now. All I wanted is to be at home. At my bed. And writing my assignments. Not in here. Out in a very cold night. With a stranger that has touched me on our unusual second night of meeting.