Matilda

nine

"You wanna come in?" I ask surprised, with wide eyes.

"Of course." He slurs with a cheeky smile.

"Have you been drinking more?" I ask, still feeling dizzy but sober enough now to know that he definitely drank more.

"Just a tiny little bit." He answers, showing a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Harry, you have a show today." I tell him in disbelief.

"Whoops." He shrugs. "Wait today?" He asks, tilting his head to the right side.

"It's way past midnight. You were supposed to go to bed, not plunder your mini bar." I say.

He's looking at me with a straight face, he seems so out of character, so unlike him. "Can I come in?" He asks again.

I sigh to myself. "Sure." I say before I open the door wider to let him pass. He pushes himself off the doorframe and staggers into my room. I close the door behind him and follow him into my room and take a seat on my bed. Harry stands there, not saying a word, just observing my room.

"Why don't you wear a shirt?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"I was about to change but then wanted to come here." He explains, it sounds as if he's surprised.

"Well, what do you wanna do now?" I ask him, feeling a bit helpless right now.

"Can you turn off the light?" He requests.

"You want me to- okay." I give in with a sigh, not really questioning him any more. So I do as he asks and with a click the room turns dark, the moon being the only thing illuminating the place.

I only see his black figure turned to the window. The sparkly moonlight captures his face so beautifully, his eyes get a whole new shade of green, even when it's dark in here. His facial features look so sculptured, his sharp jawline and cheekbones, his pointed nose, his diamond-shaped lips. Also, the muscles on his arms and torso become very prominent, deep lines draw his abs, which move up and down with every breath he takes. The long necklace with the cross pendant reflects the moonlight and flashes here and there.

Suddenly he turns around and starts walking towards me. I get a nervous sting in my stomach and the pace of my breath increases. When he's half a meter away from me, he abruptly drops to his knees, with more hair falling into his forehead.

"Harry what-" I start but I get cut off by a hand touching my left knee ever so softly. He keeps his head down as if he doesn't dare to look at me. The in the meantime familiar tingle spreads in my body and makes my heart rate pick up.

He slowly moves his hand up from my knee, keeping it on my outer thigh. He carries his hand up to my waist, where he grabs a handful of the bunched-up fabric of my t-shirt. He takes his other hand up to the other side of my waist and uses his forearms to prop himself up, being almost eye-to-eye with me now.

He moves closer to me until he's sitting between my legs.

Harry locks his hands behind my back and pulls himself forward even more. I can feel his body heat radiating off of his body, making it so hot in here all of a sudden.

I don't dare say a word, I'm barely breathing. I think it's the rest alcohol left in my system because for whatever reason, my brain completely shuts off, which appears to happen a lot lately.

Harry finally looks up at me and I swear he could hear my heart beating at that very moment if he wasn't too intoxicated. His big, bright eyes stare right into mine, his lips are slightly parted, yet he looks so peaceful.