Unexpected

27. Helen

I didn't want to leave him alone, so I asked to go to his house. I don't know what happened with his mother, I have no clue but I'll find a way to make him tell him.

As annoying as Harry may be, grumpy, full of flaws... I know there is a side of him that few — if any — know. I understood that it's not easy for him to open up to people, I want to help him in this. I want to do it because I know that he has a beautiful soul inside, he just has to understand that he has it, and I want to know it.

We just got to his house. We are alone; Michael and Evan sure have better things to do, they're still at the party.

"You tired? Do you want to change?" Harry has a hand on my right hip as we walk towards the kitchen.

I look at him and nod. His eyes are tired and it's only half past eleven; they aren't tired from exhaustion.

"Let's go up, I'll lend you something of mine." He glances at me, looking me up and down. "I like this dress, you look great," he takes my hands and takes a step back to see me better.

I thank him, I put a lock of hair behind my ear and I feel blushing, my skin is burning. He notices it and smiles at me, aware of what he is capable of doing to me just by doing so.

Before going up the stairs I take off my shoes, my feet are dying; I leave them there. As we go up the stairs he holds my hand, our fingers intertwined. He probably doesn't even notice it, but he did it with so much randomness that it seems weird.

From the moment I felt butterflies in my stomach, now everything I feel is jealousy.

Who knows how many others he's done it with.

At this thought, I sigh, irritated.

Harry notices it, looks at me and asks me, "What is it?"

I glance at our intertwined hands, then look away. I shake my head. "Nothing."

He sketches an amused smile and then licks his lips. "You got something. Tell me what."

"Nothing, I already told you," I snap.

He stops in front of the door of his room. "Helen, tell me what's wrong."

I look at him defiantly and my chin raised, also because he is very tall. "How many girls have you held hands with like this?" and I raise our hands between us.

"No one," he says seriously.

I roll my eyes. I know very well that he is lying.

He still looks at me with that amused air. "Fuck, do you really think I held hands with every girl I fucked?"

I bite my lip, I don't know what to answer to this. "I don't know, maybe. You're Henry Davis, I remind you."

He approaches me, I can feel his breath still fresh on my face; he didn't drink anything. "You're jealous, aren't you?" he says, using that whispered voice that drives me crazy.

I shake my head, but I can't take my eyes off his lips. "No."

He walks towards me and I walk away, until my back touches the corridor wall. He raises our still clasped hands and puts the back of mine on the wall. His arm is outstretched and his muscles tense and relax. "Are you sure you're not?"

God, I don't think I can do it like this. He is teasing and turning me on, and he's doing it in a way that no one has ever done before.

One corner of his mouth rises slightly. "So you want me to tell you in detail how I fucked Jade, quite a few of the girls in our music class..." In the meantime, he has put his hand on my left hip and brings my body close to his. We're attached now and I can feel his urge to take me to bed growing in his jeans.

"Please stop..." I say softly. I'm hating him to death right now.

He continues with the list. Grace too... I didn't know. Oh my God, that's enough.

I use my free hand to place it on the back of his neck and bring his face closer to mine. "Stop it," and I press my lips to his with jealousy.

He squeezes my waist with a little more strength and I feel every cell of my body awaken. As we kiss he releases my hand and puts his in my hair. "Shit, I'll stop... but you never stop being like this," he says on my lips. He kisses me again, his tongue completely takes possession of my mouth and I let him.

With one hand I squeeze his shoulder, with the other I touch his abs from under the white shirt.

He's breathing heavily, he wheezes as he starts to go towards my neck. He kisses it all the way down to the collarbones, where he decides to make a hickey. I should stop him but I can't.

"Harry..." I moan softly as he continues to leave his mark on my skin.

His hands reach my back, where the zip of my dress is. He gives me a quick glance to get consent. I don't even have time to think about it I'm already nodding and taking off his shirt. He unzips it and the dress falls to the ground around my feet. I'm left only in underwear.

"Oh shit..." he says with heavy breathing, eyes glistening with desire, the blue almost invisible from the dilated pupils. "In my room."

He opens the door, lifts me up as if I were a feather and sits me on the bed. He locks the door and joins me, but he is still standing in front of me. "Go ahead," he orders me.

Without shame or shyness, I pull his pants down. I look at him from below, to see his expression.

He licks his lips and gives a half smile. "God, don't look at me like that."

At this exact moment all I feel is attraction, physical interest, but I must admit that it's not just that... there is something emotional that I cannot explain.

I'm not his, but if he asked me if I was, I'd say yes. I cannot deny this.