Unexpected

32. Harry

I knock on the door of a house with a garden in front. Nobody opens. I knock harder. "Helen Scott! Open the door if you're here!" I shout. I stop knocking for a few seconds. Footsteps are heard inside the house. "Open this fucking door!"

Here she is. She has messy hair, is wearing only a T-shirt and is drunk, she staggers. "What do you want?" she says, as I push her to get inside. "What the hell did you come here for?" she mumbles.

I ignore her. I take a quick look around the house to make sure there are no adults, parents. "Whose house is this?"

From upstairs I hear the same voice as the boy on the phone. I look up and see him. "Um, it's my house. Who gave you permission to enter?" he says and goes back to where he was. He's drunk too... good.

I turn to Helen, who looks at me confused. "Who is he? What the fuck are you doing here drunk with him?"

She blinks several times. She looks at me, doesn't say a thing. "We were having fun, you ruined it!" she then says, complaining, and she pushes me from the chest.

I hold her by one arm because she hardly stands up. "Is he your boyfriend?" I ask, looking into her eyes.

Her gaze is lost, as if she doesn't know where to look.

I draw her half-naked body to mine, completely covered. "Helen, holy shit, look at me!"

She gasps, frightened. "Harry... no," she says simply.

I let her go and she staggers backwards. "Tell me who he is then," I order her.

"Not his boyfriend!" says the guy upstairs.

I shake my head and roll my eyes in frustration. "Tell me who it is, I'll take you home and leave, I swear." If I don't do this, there is no other way.

She approaches me with slow and determined steps, strangely. She puts her hands on my face and stands on tiptoe. "Why do you care so much about him?"

I am surprised at what she just asked me. "Why do I care so much?" I repeat. "As if you didn't already know," I say out loud without meaning to.

"I don't read your mind, Davis. What if I don't tell you who he is?"

I'd go crazy.

She grins. "What if I don't even tell you what we did?" she says on my lips.

This is too much to discuss here. "I'll take you home," I decide instantly, and go upstairs to look for her things.

"You can't decide for me!" she yells.

That jerk helps me find her stuff. I go downstairs and take Helen on my shoulder as if she weighs nothing. I don't care if she is half naked, barefoot and with short sleeves, the important thing is that she comes with me.

She gives up. When we are in the car she tells me her home address and I put it on the navigator.

"Asshole," she tells me, as I try to fasten her seat belt.

"Ah, I'd be the asshole. Not you who just made me understand that you fucked that idiot," I point out. I start the car and leave.

She snorts. "We're not... together. You shouldn't care. These are things that don't concern you."

Fuck, she's right. But I can't help it.

I take a deep breath, eyes fixed on the road. "But yes," I exhale.

She turns her body in my direction and looks at me silently for a few seconds. "I thought... I thought it was supposed to be just fun between us."

"It must be so, but..." I stop, before saying something I might regret.

"But what?" Shit, she's slowly getting sober again.

I approach; I need to look into her eyes if I really have to say it. "I can't get you out of my head. There isn't a fucking moment when I don't think about you, Helen." I take a break to catch my breath. "If I knew you've been with someone else, I'd freak out."

She looks at me for a few seconds. Then she takes my face in her hands and kisses me, slowly and gently. "Same thing, Harry."

I can't believe I'm not the only paranoid of the two. Or maybe it's just we're starting to care too much.

Her eyes at this moment are an ocean of crystalline water, they shine, I don't know why; maybe they just do.

I look at her intently, without looking away for a second. "You didn't fuck him, did you?"

She licks her lips and slowly shakes her head. "No."

Immense relief invades my senses when she pronounces that syllable.

"I couldn't do that to you," she says, staring down, as if she were afraid of my reaction.

I put two fingers under her chin and force her to look at me. "Why couldn't you?" I want to hear him say it, even if I'm not sure what I want her to say.

She looks at my lips, then back into my eyes. "Because I don't think it's just... fun." She runs a hand through her hair. "You are much more than that."

Oh fuck. This. This was what I was hoping to hear.

"That's why I hate you, Harry. We can't be together, a lot of people would turn against us and—"

I kiss her, interrupting her.

"What are you doing!" she exclaims, giggling.

"You were going to ruin the moment," I tell her. "Now come here, we'll figure that out later." I motion her to come and sit on me. I push the seat back to make more room.

"I should be mad at you for coming to find me at my best friend's house at midnight." She comes and sits astride me, stepping over the console. "Tell me, what are your intentions right now?" she says, in a tone so sexy it's enough to make me hard.

Taking a look at my erection and her sex still dressed on it, I inform her, "I want to make this moment even more beautiful."

She puts her hands on her lap and leans towards me. In a sigh she says, "Tell me how."

I love when this girl gets so cheeky and wild with me. If she wants to hear it. I will.

"By turning this car into a sauna. The heat of our bodies must mist the windows and you must scream my name as loud as you can."

I'm not surprised by my words, but she is. Her breathing is already heavier and she is rubbing against the bulge in my pants. "What if someone sees us?" she is not worried when she says it, but horny at the idea.

I put a lock of hair behind her ear and start kissing her neck. "We will send them to fuck, but we will continue, you in?" I propose, and she smiles.

It's crazy how we went from yelling in our faces to this. But now that's all I want: her.