Dirty Minded |H.S|

Chapter 12

I crash down on our brown leather couch grabbing the Roku. I flip through Netflix's many options in search of a movie I think Harry and Brinley will be fond of. I notice The Conjuring 2 smiling to myself I make the final decision on choosing it. I love scary movies Brinley loves them and Harry is scary so I think it will work great.

Right as I was getting up to go see if Harry got lost I ram into a firm chest my forehead coming hard against it. " Fuck" I seethed how many times have I done this? Harry's hand gently comes up to rub my forehead my eyes whip away from his chest to meet his emerald daggers." You okay?" He softy hums I nod sitting back in the middle of the couch.

I pat the spot to my right inviting Harry to sit next to me. He sits himself closer to me than I thought he would slumping down slowly spreading his legs out hands coming to rest on his thighs.

I swallow harshly from his close proximity. " I hope you like scary movies...Because we're watching The Conjuring 2." I mutter weakly trying to calm the nerves eating me alive. He leans into my side mumbling " I've seen the first one never the second." A Smile creeps onto my face " is that so?"  I replied placing my arm around the couch.

"Popcorn is done!" Brinley blurted walking into view making me shy away from Harry's observant stare.

" Awesome thank you babe." She sat to my left leaving me in the middle of Harry and her. She placed the bowl in my lap so everyone could have easy access to the popcorn.

"Ooh! You know I love scary movies." She shrieked excitingly as I pressed play to start the movie. I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in my mouth a couple pieces falling on my shirt. I sense a feeling that I'm being watched I give a quick side glance confirming that Harry is feeding on my skin. He always stares at me like I'm some unknown creature. I'm not that interesting to look at.

He grabs a piece of popcorn that fell on my shirt and launches it in his mouth a buzz vibrating from his throat. My mouth watered at the beautiful sight of him eating the scraps from my shirt. I quickly grabbed another handful of popcorn and scarfed it down my esophagus trying to rid the dirty thoughts currently plaguing my mind. I peered at brinley who's eyes were focused on the flat screen TV.

We all sat watching the Hodgson family experience strange occurrences in their home in the London suburb of Enfield.

I mean seriously if I were the girl Janet and witnessed paranormal events like the ones showcased in this film I could tell you right now I would off myself. I know that may seem absurd and dark but I rather that than get possessed and taken over by a evil angry elderly man who is just a pawn being manipulated by a demonic nun.

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My favourite part where the nun appears out of the painting is happening right now. I side eye Harry to watch his reaction to see if he shows any signs of uneasiness. My lips form a flat line seeing he's calm cool and collected while on the other hand Brinley is currently clinging against my arm for dear life. I can feel her heartbeat going a 100 miles per hour and her breathing is heavy. " No.No. No!" She squealed shutting her eyes trying to impossibly squeeze closer to me. " What's the matter I thought you loved scary movies" I repeated her exact words wrapping my arm around her.

" I do! This scene is just...Spine chilling" she groaned. She's right this scene is hair raising the way they build the suspense with Lorraine being trapped in the study of her house, where her husband often paints. The painting he made of the Nun, recalled from a dream of his, hangs on the wall. With exceptional camera work, the shadows make it look like she's standing right in front of Lorraine. The scene toys with is she or isn't she really there until the last, nail biting moment.

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The movie comes to an end showing the cast and credits. I gaze at harry " well what did you think?" I urged wanting to hear his opinion. He puckers his lips bringing his pointer finger to them with a tapping motion " I thought it was exceptionally well done, and coming off the original one I can definitely say this held its own very well." He concluded with a sly smile. I thought the same thing when I watched this sequel for the first time. " I agree." He looked over my expression before bringing his pointer and index finger to my earlobe rubbing soothing gently strokes. That.. feels so good my go-

" I'm going to go wash this bowl." Brinley suddenly spoke grabbing the empty bowl that once had popcorn in it off my lap. I mouthed a thank you to her before she exited leaving me hear alone with Harry.

Harry's phone dings signing in response he fishes it out of his back pocket pinching the bridge of his nose with a clenched jaw as he eyed his screen." I have to go." He informed me with a frown standing to his feet. " Okay I'll walk you out." I rubbed my hands nervously down my thighs noticing the sudden shift in his demeanour.

We made our way outside stoping at his car to say our goodbyes. " Thank you for helping me clean my room." I softy spoke rocking back and forth on my feet. " You're welcome."

We lingered there for a minute or so deeply staring at each other. The attraction between us becomes a tangible thread in the air before we speak a word.

" Well uh...drive safe bye harr-" my sentence doesn't get to finish because Harry firmly gripped my jaw slamming his lips forcefully against my own his hands come to grasp my hips pushing me until my back slammed into his car door. His warm lips Gracefully moving slow.

Lips caressing in a rhythmic pattern my entire body was consumed with the feeling of him tracing my lips with the tip of his tongue before colliding with my own. My hands took hold of his neck as he started to deepen the kiss sliding roughly in desire.

His hands shamelessly travelled down my waist griping the flesh of my butt before travelling back up to take a handful of my hair tugging until our lips broke apart. My eyes fluttered open trying to gain awareness. I met his fire eyes before landing them on his swollen pink lips. What's this feeling? What am I feeling right now?

He brought his pointer finger under my chin tilting my head up " Bye Delilah" he murmured with a growing smile. " I...uh..bye" I said in a high pitched tone turning on my heel heading for the door not looking back afraid because I know he was watching me.

As soon as the door shuts my back crash's against it letting out a shaky breath the kiss lingered on my lips for a moment longer.

Every time he kisses me my entire body shuts down fully engulfed with his strong presence. He has the ability to leave me wanting more and that honestly scares me but what honestly scares me more is how he could switch from being tender soft and sweet to dark wicked and terrifying. Scary is the icy heart the cold indifference that bleeds no more at the suffering of others. Scary is a person who has never engaged in their own inner " two wolves" battle, who is one of the unconscious, the modern zombie.

I know everybody has a different side to them, but harry's seems to be the sinful kind. The kind were he could literally rip someone's head off in one clean motion and not feel any type of remorse for it.

Which also left me with a question what does he do for work? He has a big condo in the middle of the city he has to make good enough money to live comfortably like that.

I work at a bar and I make pretty good money because of the tips, but not enough money to live in a expensive building in the city of Chicago. Not that any of it was my business I'm just very curious as to what he spends most of his hours of the day doing.

"What are you thinking about D?" Brinley grabbed my arm hauling me to the couch. " Harry. He's a mystery." I concluded one of her eyebrows raising " aren't those the type of guys you're into?" I gave her a tight lipped smile " yep." I spoke truthfully.

No man who seeks to be mysterious can truly be, there's something about wanting the attention that gives them away. Their motives remain hidden and hence the allure. They have a stand-offish quality that dares contact without inviting it.  They are kind but don't form emotional attachments often though, when they do they can be counted on to be truly heroic.