chapter 14

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[Bella] :              

                            When we arrived home I was feeling the sleepness taking a hold of me. I opened the door and went inside immediately taking my way upstairs. I did not know where Harry has gone neither did I care.

                            I took my clothes off to stay in a cotton shorts and my bra. I hoped Harry would not come and catch me laying shirtless. But in fact I knew he would not come at this time since he did not follow me.

                            I set my alarm at Three Pm and fell back into my pillow covering my upper body to my chin. The blackness hovered over me and I slowly fell into endless sleep.

                            “Wake up. . .” I heard the sound of Harry yelling as he grapped the blankets and threw them away to trail off. I snapped my eyes open, my mind only traveling to me sleeping almost naked and Harry ninty nine percent starring intensely at me.

                            I sat properly covering my chest by my hands that barely covered anything. Harry's eyes were wide and immediately switched into a wide smirk instead.

                            “Trying to beckon me pumpkin ?” He amusedly said and I widened my eyes feeling my heart races out of my chest everytime I catch his gaze in somewhere uncovered.

                            “Nice bra though.” He said hotly. The blood rushed up to my cheeks to gather their creating a spot of redness in my cheeks as I stand up and hastily grabbed the sheets that laid on the floor.

                            “What the fuck! How —Why- Why did you do that!” I yelled at him covering my self with blankets over my chest. Even though the weather was cold but at the moment I was feeling warm at the edge of burning.

                            “I did not know you sleep naked.” He shrugged carelessly. I hit my foot at the floor in frustration. I do not even know at who I am mad. At my self who slept almost naked or at Harry who carelessly threw the blanket away from me ?

                            “You are so frustrating!”

                                “That what most girls tell me.” He winked at me as I processed his words again in my mind and a small gasp left my mouth. He chuckled making his eyes wrinkle abit.

                            “Whatsoever.” I muttered. Catching my shirt and wearing it. My senses were stronger that I can smell blood in the room greatly and I for sure knew it belonged to Harry. My eyes widened at the realization of my hunger. I should not stay with him more.

                            “I want to get dressed.” I told him and he did not need to be told twice as he gave me his back as he sits on his bed with his phone between his hands.

                            After few minutes I announced I was done and he turned to lay on the bed still with his phone between his hands. I did not utter a word as I grab my keys and phone and started heading toward the door. Before I know it Harry jumped up from his bed and towards the door.

                            His hand was put palm flat at the door to block my way out. I turned my head to look at him with angered eyes. The more I stay with him the higher my chances get on killing him since he annoys me too much.

                            “Wha —” Before I can continue he cut in sharply by a high demanding voice. “Where are you going ?”

                            His question was not surprising at all. Instead it made me laugh out loud sarcastically to declare my point. I was not happy by his question neither it really made me laugh. But I wanted to show how ironic his question is.

                            “Ain't your thing.” I deadpanned said. I glared hard into the shining color of his green eyes that seemed to brighten and pop even more underneath the intense light of the room.

                            “Harsh. . .” He whispered sexily. My heart fluttered slightly at the way he uses his tone against me. The way his voice sounds when he talks susurringly. Huskier and even thicker and more manly than usual.

                            “Do not get too comfortable though. You ain't my dad to ask me where I go and from where I came.” I confidently talked. Our breaths hitting eachothers’ faces as we both starred hardly into eachothers’ eyes as if daring one another to speak first or say something to start an arguement.

                            “Your dad gave me the powers to this so.” He rose an eyebrow to challenge me and I narrowed my eyes at him before a small motioned smile extended on his face.


                            “Harry this not a game. If you don’t let me go. It wouldn’t be for your or my sakes.” I said pushing his firm body by my weak one. My knees are slowly giving up. I havn’t eaten in a while and my system is emptying slowly.


                            The next thing I knew is my back hitting the wall and Harry’s hands gripping my forearms tightly in his large hands. Lust shone throughout his eyes before it slowly faded to be replaced by a serious facial expression.



                            “Where are you going ?” He gritted his teeth. Slowly getting annoyed by my stubborn and thick head. I wouldn’t tell him where I was going suddenly. Even if I wanted to. He disturbed me by everything he does. He is a control freak and I can’t move without telling him where and why.

                            “Harry please, Don’t creat an arguement!” I begged him and he smirked down at me. The darkness was created around me slightly because of his closeness and heighness that tops me. He restricted my movements by caging me between his long arms.

                            “Where are you going ?”     

                          I huffed. Narrowing my eyes at him before giving up when I saw him not backing off abit.  “To eat.”       

                            He smiled slightly looking down more than my eyes or lips. I followed his gaze that was focused on my chest. I playfully pushed him and escaped his grip out the house.

                            And he says he cares. Bullshit. 

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