Nefarious

11.

Natasha's P.O.V.

"Jesus fuck!" I scream getting startled.

"Shhhh! Shh! Stop screaming Benjamin." Harry says putting his palm on my mouth, pressing my back against the tree whispering in a hushed tone.

I could smell the faint scent of his cologne and his minty breath when he leaned in close to me and whispered the words.

We made eye contact for a brief second, our knees touching and our chests pushed against each other's. He continued to stare into my eyes and flick back and forth between them.

"Well this is a fun position isn't it?" He says cockily letting out a small chuckle.

Before he could say anything further I knee him in the crotch and get away from him.

"Fucking hell Benjamin, I was kidding!" He responds gripping his crotch and almost dying.

"Don't you dare come that close to me again." I reply in a harsh tone which makes him scoff.

"For the record, I wasn't the one following you. Plus, I didn't willingly want to come that close, your stupid screaming was why we were in close proximity in the first place." He snapped getting up and dusting himself off.

"Why the fuck were you following me in the first place?" He adds his question.

"I wasn't following you, I was just curious as to how you were riding a bike since I decorated yours so well." I mocked, knowing I had completely damaged his motorcycle.

"Yep saw that. You don't think you're the only one with 2 or more motorcycles around here right? That's a little narcissistic if you ask me." He countered with a forced smile on his face.

"Why the fuck are you even talking to me after the shit you did today Harry? You fucked up my only chance at proving myself. So stop. Stop trying to banter with me. Stop making these dumb-" I respond in a monotonous tone keeping calm but before I could finish the sentence I notice his head getting inflamed like a balloon.

Oh fuck.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He says in a suspicious tone.

"Why is your head like a balloon?" I question dazedly reaching out for his head to touch it.

"Hey! woah woah! Not the hair!" He says pulling back.

"Are you high right now?" He asks like it wasn't already obvious.

"Noooo, I'm Natasha!" I counter stomping my feet on the ground.

"Oh my fucking god. You're high as fuck. I can't deal with the shit right now." He says going back to his motorcycle.

"I told you I'm Natasha asshat!" I scream following him but seeing he already zoomed away on his motorcycle.

I look up at the sky noticing the beautiful stars making various shapes. If it wasn't very obvious until now, I was definitely high as fuck.

No stress, no feeling of sorrow, just happiness and joy. I didn't feel that overbearing pain on my shoulders anymore and it made me feel like I was on top of the world.

The world didn't seem to be such a bad place anymore and I just wanted to sleep. Sleep away my problems.

So I laid down right in the middle of the road, observing the stars and sky above. Was this unsafe as hell? Yes. Was I gonna move away? No.

I observed the sky and the stars above seeing all kinds of shapes being formed by the stars and the sky being about a million colours.

There was that feeling. That euphoric, feel-good feeling I just wanted to revel in forever.