My Desdemona.

chapter five:

a sigh of relief washes over the both of us when we realize the guy shining a flashlight at us was just mike, harry's friend. harry let out a chuckle, making his chest vibrate under my hands. "styles what the hell are you doing!? i got a call from my boss that someone triggered the silent alarm your lucky she didn't call the cops." Mike said with a breathy laugh before he looked over to me still straddling harry.

"oh hi Desdemona long time no see. you guys haven't been here in a while.." he said with a smirk making me realize the current position we're still in causing my eyes to widen as i moved off of him with a nervous laugh. "oh yeah. umm we were just uhh reading..." i said very unconvincingly causing harry to chuckle and mike to roll his eyes.

"yeah sure." he said sarcastically while smirking at harry. "so why didn't Val call the cops if we set off the alarm. thanks for warning me about that by the way dipshit." harry said with a small laugh. i hit him slightly on the leg for his rude comment but mike just laughed it off. "oh well she knows you two used to come here at night so she assumed it was you guys but since it's been awhile she wanted me to check. she never busted you guys because she likes Desdemona, a valued customer." he said sweetly causing me to smile.

harry rolled his eyes as he sat up on the couch putting his arm around me and pulling me closer. he's always been so possessive of me even though we never dated.

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we laughed as we followed mike out of library. i smiled when he let me keep the book he saw me reading. checking the time as harry put his arm around me as we ran to the car when it started pouring rain. harry held his leather jacket over my head so i wouldn't get my dress wet but i pulled his arm away as i laughed and danced in the rain having the taylor swift fearless moment i've always wanted as he watched me with the most beautiful smile on his face.

after a few minutes he grabbed my hand as i whined but reluctantly followed him to the car. "come on juliet you're gonna get sick." he smirks as my nose scrunches at the nickname. he always used to call me random shakespeare names and when i would correct him he used to say "close enough" so that's exactly what i replied with mocking his accent as i did. making him shake his head and laugh.

when he dropped me off he barely let me out of the car as he attacked me kisses i finally made up to the door waving as he drove off once i got the door open. when i shut the door i pressed my back up to it and slid down it with the biggest smile on my face as i giggled remembering everything.

looking at the time when i finally made it to my bedroom seeing it was 1am i slipped out of my wet dress before getting in the shower my smile never fading once. but when i got out of the shower and i looked in the mirror my anxiety hitting me like a ton of bricks like it does every night before i try and inevitably fail to sleep. the only way i've ever been able to sleep is in the arms of someone which is completely pathetic in my eyesight. i've gotten really good at dealing with my anxiety but it still shakes me up sometimes. tonight wasn't as bad as usual just my hands shaking slightly as i brushed my teeth and put lavender lotion on my freshly shaven legs.

i put on a slip dress and a matching pair of lace underwear before slipping into bed and closing my eyes even though i know i won't fall asleep.

3AM-

as i lay there facing my window with my eyes closed completely awake i suddenly hear the window slowly open. i keep my eyes closed as i'm completely calm knowing exactly who it is. i hear his feet hit the floor and the window close quietly as he stands in front of me. i can feel the smirk on his face and his eyes staring down at me, he knows i'm not asleep.

when i opened my eyes to look at him memories of the last time he climbed through my window at 3am cloud my brain. that night forever being burned in that back of my brain.