Harrys POV:
I walk into my room going straight into my ensuite and grabbing my toothbrush putting a pea sized amount of toothpaste on it and brush my teeth, I then grab my hair tie from my wrist and put my hair in a bun so it doesn't get in my face, sure having long hair is cool and all the chicks dig it but sometimes it can get a bit annoying. I walk out of my ensuite and into my walk in wardrobe slipping my boots off placing them on my shoe rack and then take my shirt and pants off and chuck them in my hamper, I open one of my draws and the first thing I see is a pair of grey sweatpants and just slip them on, once I tie the string to make them tighter so they don't fall I hear a knock on the door and I know it's Kenzie so I tell her to come in.
I hear the door open and I quickly put on some deodarent and walk out of my wardrobe. She's standing at the frame of my door with pyjama shorts on that make her legs look so sexy and a grey tee that shows off her hips, she looks so hot and my boxers are getting tighter just by looking at her. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking, I can't think these sort of things.
It never hurt to have thoughts.
My subconcious says but I try hard to ignore it.
"Kenzie, what'd you want." I say, trying to stay cool.
'I-I just came to ask where the bathroom was." She stutters seeming a bit flustered?
"You can just use mine if you want." I suggest and she just nods her head and walks into my ensuite.
I lay down on my bed and place my hands behind my head looking up at the ceiling, I look to my left and I can slighty see Kenzie in my ensuite, she seems to be washing her face. I almost feel like going in there and just pretend to look for something when actually I just want to see her beautiful face, ok I need to stop this now. I look back up at the ceiling and I hear her turn the tap on and the sound of her brushing her teeth is all that I hear. Seconds later she comes out of my ensuite but I keep on looking up at the ceiling, like I'm actually thinking of something important and can't be disturbed.
"Goodnight Harry." She says softly.
"Goodnight Mackenzie." I say and she walks out of my room.
I turn off the lamp on my bedside table and am meet with darkness, I begin to feel my eyelids getting heavier and the last thing I remember is that beautiful voice of her....
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I begin to hear faint screaming and it becomes clearer as I gain consciousness, I sit up in my bed and look around and it has stopped? I decide to brush it off and go back to sleep but as soon as I lay my head on my pillow the screaming starts again. This time I turn on my lamp on my beside table and get out of bed. I walk over to my door and the closer I get to it the easier the screams are heard, I open my door and walk into the hallway and I notice the screams are coming from Kenzies room?
I quickly open her door and am meet with darkness the only light really coming from my room but it doesn't help that much, I quickly turn the light on and I see her body thrasing around in the bed with screams coming from her mouth, I quickly run over to the side of her bed and notice she isn't awake.
"Stop, stop!" she yells and continues to thrash around. I grab hold of her shoulders but lose grip when she moves her body.
"Kenzie, kenzie wake up." I say grabbing a better grip on her while shaking her in hopes that she will wake, suddenly her eyes shoot open and she sits up breathing for air, it's like she has seen a ghost. She takes deep breathes and tries to compose herself.
"It was only a dream." she tells herself fanning her face. She doesn't seem to notice that I'm here so I speak up.
"Are you alright." I say caressing her cheeks and she looks straight into my eyes finally noticong me, her eyes seemed to be filled with what seems like humiliation but it quickly goes away and the tears begin to fall, she quickly wipes them away and takes a deep breath and nods her head, answering my question. "You need any water." I say placing a stray hair behind her ear.
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Uncovered
FanfictionIt's not the future that you're afraid of, it's repeating the past that makes you anxious.... Mackenzie Collins doesn't believe in the word "love" only "lust". But maybe deep down she has the feeling of needing someone, someone that can take care of...