Unexpected

10. Helen

In the morning, the vibration of a cell phone disturbs my sleep. It's not mine, it's Harry's.

When I try to turn around, it's difficult for me, so I realize I have one arm under my neck and another around my waist.

Oh shit, he's hugging me from behind, like couples do.

I push this thought out of my mind and slowly I manage to turn around, I find his face a few inches from mine. When he sleeps his features are relaxed, more beautiful and natural, his lips slightly parted.

"Harry..." I call with my voice still thick with sleep. I don't even know what time it is. "Someone called you."

He barely opens his eyes and a slight smile appears on his lips. "Are you still here or am I dreaming?" he says, his voice hoarse... oh God.

"Yup. I wouldn't have been able to leave even if I had wanted to, you hold me tight as if I were your stuffed animal when you were five," I tell him with a chuckle, and I manage to make him smile too.

At one point he notices that our bodies are attached, that his arms hold me from under the sweatshirt and that he is touching my bare skin. When I realize it too, a shiver runs through my spine and I feel the need to break this tension.

"Anyway, your phone was vibrating. Don't you want to see who it is?"

"Who fucking cares, it will be seven in the morning—" he reaches out to the bedside table to pick up the phone and looks at the time. "Fuck, it's almost noon instead."

Noon? Jade will have given me up for missing...

He holds the phone to his ear. "Grace? Did you need something?"

Oh God.

I can hear her ask about me. She says, "Davis, I saw you leave with Helen yesterday, do you know what happened?"

I lie on my stomach and rest my forehead on Harry's chest.

"Are you with Jade?" he asks her. I can't hear Grace's response but I think it is 'no' as Harry lets out a sigh of relief. "Well, she's here. She was drunk yesterday and I didn't take her to her house because she told me that Jade and Evan would be there, so I took her here."

I take my head in my hands and then mime with my lips, "Tell her not to tell Jade!"

He nods and then says, "Don't tell Jade anything, okay?"

"Mouth sewn," I can hear her say.

He ends the call. He takes me from the hips, my sweatshirt is now completely raised on the pelvis, and he puts me on him, our bodies pressed against each other.

"Oh my God, if Jade finds out anything..."

He tucks my hair behind my ears and kisses my forehead. "Grace won't tell her anything, if there's one thing that girl can do well is to shut up."

I sigh. "I know." Then I sink my face into his neck, I can smell his very good scent.

He strokes my back, and when he gets to my bra he starts playing with the clip. "Didn't you sleep badly with this stuff on?" he asks me.

"No, I slept very well." In fact, I was a little uncomfortable, but nothing unbearable. I sit down, I'm straddling him and my thighs are completely exposed.

He looks me up and down, his eyes sparkle with lust. His big hands that were holding me around the waist are going down more and more towards my thighs.

I start to feel something right underneath me, so I move immediately and get out of bed. I start getting my things back.

He runs a hand through his hair, then both over his face and snorts in frustration.

"Well, I think I should go, they're looking for me. Thank you," I add, and leave the room.

I have almost reached the exit, but I find him behind me and he grabs me by the wrist. "When will I see you?" he asks, eager for an answer.

"On Monday, for rehearsal and class. Bye."

He lets me go, but he walks me to the car and even opens the door for me.

I drive barefoot, only with his socks on. In a short time I arrive home. I find Jade cooking lunch and when she sees me she looks at me for a few seconds. I can't read her expression.

"Where have you been?" she asks me.

I put my things on the sofa momentarily. "With Daniel, as I texted you," I reply immediately.

"Oh, that's why the makeup is gone and your hair is a mess."

"Exact." No, because I cried in front of Harry Davis and he hugged me during the night.

"Why didn't you answer my calls this morning?"

"I had put the Do Not Disturb," I explain, and it's the truth.

"Oh alright."

She seems to suspect nothing and I'm relieved. I know if she gets to know anything about tonight she won't talk to me anymore and I don't want that to happen, so I guess it's better if Harry and I continue to hate each other instead of doing something more than wrong and then regretting it.

It's better if he keeps being the asshole he's always been with me too.