Orphic//H.S.

Chapter 07

Harry

"Oh, shit, give me a second. I forgot something." Toni's voice travels down the hallway from behind me on our walk to the elevator. I turn around just in time to see her disappear back through her door, so I retrace my steps and stand right outside her slightly cracked door.

This morning has been...a rollercoaster, to say the least. And my sleep-deprived brain wasn't keeping up with anything at this point. I've been worried about Toni ever since she woke up, but after she threw up, she's seemed fine. Other than not remembering anything.

I've gone through every scenario of what could have happened to her, but I'm coming up blank. I mean, she was probably drugged, but by what? And by who? Was it in the vodka? Or the weed I know she smoked? There are just so many variables, and I don't know why I felt the need to figure it out.

She's a grown-ass woman. If she wants to figure it out, I'm sure as hell she can do it on her own. She doesn't need me butting into her business. But, God, did I want to.

My phone buzzes in my pocket mid-thought, and I immediately dread reading the text. It's probably Julian with his half-assed threats and "words of encouragement", but I put in my password and go to the messages anyway, knowing I'll be more encouraged if I ignore him.

The only thing it's encouraging is my foot up his ass.

Call me.

Now.

Thankfully, it's only two texts from Niall, but I don't feel like dealing with whatever he's going to tell me right now. I love that kid but I swear, he only ever brings bad news to a phone call. And I'm actually in a good mood right now, considering everything last night.

The stunt I pulled in the parking garage really boosted my mood. And my ego. The way she immediately submitted her body to my touch was enough to flip that switch inside me. No matter how tough she wanted to act last night at the bar, her reaction earlier was proof of who she actually was.

And, fuck, don't get me started on the way she felt. She fit perfectly in my hands, my arms wrapped around her perfectly and my head fit just right in the crook of her neck. Not to mention, she had her own perfectly fitted place in my mind now.

I knew doing that would definitely mess with my brain, and yet I did it anyway. But she's just too addicting. The way my shirt laid on her body and our closeness in the bathroom. It was all too much for me and I had to act on it.

And, shit, maybe I was trying to distract her. And maybe myself too. I know she was probably internally freaking out about not being able to remember and not knowing where Sam was, and I definitely don't blame her. I just wanted to cloud her thoughts a bit, too bad it couldn't be more.

I also possibly could be taking much more effect to Julian's call last night than I want to admit. I don't know why, he's been using those same threats since I was eleven and still hasn't acted on them. Not that I'm trying to piss him off, because I know he's more than capable of acting on them. I just know he won't do anything unless I really step out of line.

Shit, Harry, what are you doing? I can't use her as a distraction. Especially considering we hardly know each other. I can figure her out enough to know she doesn't deserve to be toyed with, and I won't be the one to do that.

Fuck, this is so fucked.

I wasn't supposed to be doing this. I'm supposed to sit back and observe. From a distance. Not spending nights with her in hotel rooms or teasing her in a parking lot. Especially not coming back to her place and taking her on dates.