Forced [DISCONTINUED]

[ VI ]

Have you ever felt the feel of knowing or seeing something that you really shouldn't? Do you know how it feels? I know now because guess what, I just seen Harry without anything aka naked. And now here I'm standstill remain unmoving, even with both of my hands covering my eyes I still can see his.. god knows what.

"Harry, what are you doing?!" I screamed. With dozen of activities he could do why did he has to choose this, standing naked in front of the TV. It's not even an activity.

"Whoaa! What are you doing there?" I think he's as shock as I am.

"It's you, what are you doing with your naked body there?" I ask still with my hands covering both of my eyes.

"You can open your eyes now, I have the towel with me." I hear he walks towards me and pulls my hands down from my face. "Why didn't you knock?"

"Excuse me? The last time I checked, this apartment is mine." I snap at him.

"There's nothing wrong with knocking even if it's your own home, moreover you know that I'm here." He shrugged.

"Whatever, but I don't do that Harry." I scowl at him.

"I just finished my shower and my clothes still in the washing machine so I have to be naked for a while." He informs me.

"You should've wore the towel."

"I did, but I was alone so I took it off." He says, defending himself.

I walk to the kitchen with the shopping bag in my hand, leaving him alone in front of the door. But not so long after that, he follows me to the kitchen and picks his clothes from the washing machine then walks to the bathroom. I open the tart's box and move the cake to a plate. He's back in the kitchen fully clothed.

"Looks like we'll have a party, huh?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, the cake looked delicious so I bought it. Why would I have a party anyway?"

"Just saying, don't be so feisty." He pokes my arm.

"Don't touch me." I take a step back.

He puts his hands up behind his head then walking to the living room. After I placed the cake in the refrigerator, I take a quick shower then joining Harry watching television. We watch in silence for pretty much hours until his grumbled stomach broke the quietness.

"Are you hungry?" I can't hide the smile on my face.

"I don't eat anything besides the pancakes." He pouted.

"What time is it?" I look up at the clock on the wall. "7.30 already, hmm maybe it's time for having dinner." I walk to the kitchen and slice the cake for me and Harry.

"Here, I just have it for dinner. Is it okay?"

"Yeah, no problem." He quickly grab the plate.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" I ask him.

"I don't know, I have a friend to pick me up but I'm not sure when he'll come maybe at nine or ten in the morning. Why?"

"Just asking." And we back in silence. I can't get rid the image of Harry naked out of my mind, this is crazy I know but I couldn't lie to myself that he looked hot. I'm back to reality when Harry poked the tart's cream to my right cheek.

"Back to earth, Sandra.. What were you thinking? You didn't even blink." He arches his eyebrow. "Are you thinking about me nak..." He says in mocking voice, how could he knew?

"No!" My voice comes out much louder than I intended to and it makes him startled.

"Are you sure?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Of course!"

"You don't have to lie, Sandra." He smirks.

"I said no." I insist and dabbing the cream around his mouth.

"What the fuck?" His eyes widen and I laugh. He gets his revenge by making my nose full of cream. I'm about to do the same but he catches both of my hands and brings his face closer to mine. A little too close. And for the next few seconds we just stay like that, staring at each other until he spoke.

"I'm sure you were thinking about me." The words come out as a whisper, his eyes gazing down at my lips then back to my eyes.

I don't get the chance to reply his words before he closes the gap between us, brushing his lips against mine. This is so wrong, so fucking wrong but for unknown reason I don't pull away. Our mouth move in sync until he deepens the kiss and swipes his tongue across my mouth making my mouth parted. His hands releasing my hand and move down to my thighs.

"Oh Sandra.." He groaned. I'm about to move to sit on his lap, but knocks on the door make both of us startled. I quickly pull away and standing up to my feet, Harry tilts his head up slightly to look at me but I look away. I grab tissues from the table.

"Here for your face, I need to get that." I gesture to the door and walk towards it while wiping the cream off of my face.

I open the door to see the person behind it, I can't believe my eyes when I look up and see who the person is.

"Mm..Max, wh.. what are you doing here?" I say, stuttering. I don't know what would happen if he knew Harry is staying with me in this apartment.

"Visiting you of course." He chuckles. "Surprise, surp..." He stops, his cheerful expression changes to a frown in an instant when he looks behind me.

I follow his gaze and find Harry standing behind me with his hand draped around my shoulder. I quickly put his hand away from me.

"Who are you?" Max asks to Harry. "Who is he Sandra?"