Margo (H.S.)

4. I'm Fucking Dead Margo

(Margo)

It was the middle of the night and I was currently awake just listening to the gentle snores coming from the boy beside me.

We came to an agreement, as long as he agrees to not read my thoughts he can be by my side anytime he pleases.

He said his obsession grows deep.

If he fails to control not reading my thoughts he cannot be anywhere near me.

I just looked at him in confusion, a ghost is fascinated by me?

Isn't that something.

I played with the hair on his head just twirling it and running my fingers through it. For a dead guy he's pretty well maintained and hot.

I fell asleep quickly as I heard him mumble a "go to bed" when I kept messing with his hair.

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I've learned from the past two days that Harry, is not a morning person in the slightest.

The first night he slept beside me I tried waking him up by hitting him with a pillow (I can get violent when I wish to be, especially when I'm hungry in the morning) he swatted the pillow back causing me to fall on the floor bum first from impact

"Fucking twat" I growled getting up after the fall.

The second day I was going on a more polite note, I shook the shit out of him and smacked his face softly and 'kindly'. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back in bed with him his arms wrapping around me like a python would squeeze it's victims.

Today, I wasn't gonna try. I just got up from his grasp and took the time to shower quickly. I got out and dried off I cursed under my breath when I didn't bring clothes in.

I sneakily went out and grabbed my underwear, bras, a pair of shorts and a sweater.

I went inside locking the bathroom door behind me I removed the towel and just used to dry my hair. I pulled on my underwear and bra

"Fuck" I heard someone say I turned to see Harry leaning against the wall his eyes scanning my body

"is that what you're hiding under those clothes?" He asked me getting closer just causing me to back up

My cheeks couldn't have been on fire more than they were in this moment.

"God you're so... So-" he was about to finish his sentence when I interrupted him

"Why are you in here when I'm changing?" I asked an eyebrow raised

"Ah love, the agreement was I was to be by your side at all times, All times" He stated

"So? Why now? You weren't with me in the shower or when I was putting the clothes on" I said

"Is that what you thought?" he asked biting his bottom lip. His emerald colored eyes glowed with lust and a hint of amusement towards the way I was so nervous.

He drew closer, my bare back hitting the wall. He cupped my cheeks looking deep into my eyes before placing his lips on mine.

I could feel him urging me to kiss back his teeth bit at my bottom lip a bit trying to get a reaction other than shock. I kissed him back after a second of pure shock and disbelief.

I felt fireworks shooting through out my body.

He pulled away and looked down at my now swollen lips, his lips in the same state.

"I shouldn't have done that" Harry mumbled under his breath stepping away from me

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed

"Why not?" I asked, was I a bad kisser?

"You're not a bad kisser, at all actually. I'm- I'm just a bad person Margo... Just don't get too attached alright?" He asked me

I shook my head "I can't promise you that, I don't get to control feelings" I said pulling on my sweater and shorts

"You have to listen to me when I say this Margo, you can't and won't have feelings for me okay?" He said

"No" I said shaking my head a frown on my lips

"I can't promise that, I can't control my feelings" I said

"LISTEN TO ME!" He yelled slamming his fist on the sink

"You can't love me,
You can like me,
I'm fucking dead Margo.
If you love me,
I will still be dead.
I don't want that to drag you down
You can't love me" he said