See Beneath Your Beautiful {h.s} (Abandoned)

Chapter 4

We left the art room after Mr Morrison promised to let me know when and where the art exhibition would be. There were a lot of questions on my mind and one of them popped out accidently. "How does Mr Morrison know your name?" I blurt. Harry looks over his shoulder and smiles. "How about we talk about it over lunch." He says. It was a statement rather than a question. I hated when he did that.

"Fine. Now do you want to tell me exactly why you were at my school in the first place?" I ask him, remembering that he never answered my question before we were interrupted by Mr Morrison. He turns back and smirks at me. "No." He says. I look at him gobsmacked. Did he just say that he wouldn't answer my question?!

He laughs at my expression and says, "You asked did I want to tell you and I said no." He smiles. My eyes narrow at him, which only causes him to laugh more. "And what if I demand you answer my question?" I ask him. He stops suddenly and the next thing I know I'm pushed up against the wall just outside the art block.

I gasp, my heart beating a mile a minute. Harry's body is pushed against mine, forcing my back up against the concrete wall. "Then I'll have to make you forget that you ever asked the question, won't I." Again with the statement rather than a question.

I close my eyes tight, trying to calm myself. I feel a hand under my chin making me look up, but I keep my eyes closed not quite calm yet. "Look at me Ginger." Harry whispers, his warm breath fanning over my face. I gulp and open my eyes.

He's only a few centimetres from my face and he's looking at me intently. I look him in the eye, captivated by the beautiful green with flecks of blue. Harold green, I think to myself and smile a little. "You're beautiful," he says suddenly. My eyes widen and my cheeks flush red. I look down embarrassed.

I can hear him chuckle, which only causes me to blush further. He bends down and kisses my red hot cheek and pushes himself back. "Come on, I wouldn't want people to think you got red paint on your cheeks," he smirks at me. He stretches out his hand for me to take, and I take it because I don't think I could've moved by myself.

While we're walking I untie my hair so I can hide my red cheeks. "Where are we going?" I ask. "To a little restaurant I know. We have things to talk about remember." He smiles down at me. He pushes back a strand of hair behind my ear. I quickly pull it out again. He frowns.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He asks, pushing it back again. I quickly pull it out again, "I don't want people to see my red face." I say. He laughs, "You're too cute." I cover my face with my hands, "Stop that! You're making me worse!" I complain. He laughs and tugs me into his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulders.

"Hm, but," he hums, pulling my hair over my right shoulder. He bends down and nuzzles his face into my neck. He trails his lips from the junction in my neck and shoulder to my earlobe. "What if I like making you blush." He whispers. A shiver goes down my spine and my cheeks flush again. He kisses my cheek again before pulling away. "Red suits you," he smirks, obviously making fun of my cheeks.

I pull away and walk alongside him. It's quiete for a few moments until I feel two large hands come over my hips. "Harry!" I squeal, laughing. He's tickling my sides and I'm laughing uncontrollably. "Harry!" I gasp, "Oh God, I'm going to get sick!" We're both laughing uncontrollably when all of a sudden my legs get caught in Harry's and we tumble to the ground.

I'm happy that the torture on my sides has stopped but then I realise the position me and Harry are in, my cheeks go redder than before. I'm on top of Harry, straddling his waist, leg on either side of him and our chests are touching.

"If you wanted to get me in this position, all you had to do was ask. Not tackle me to the ground!" He laughs. "If I recall, you were the one who was tickling me to death!" I huff. "You mean like this," he says, his hands going to my sides again and resuming the torture. "HARRY!" I squeal, moving around, trying to get away from him.