I awoke on a massive king bed. I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the spacious room. Everything was so unfamiliar. I looked down at myself and realized that I was wearing some torn shorts and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. The one that Harry had given to me.
I was barefooted and the room was empty besides the rounded bed and the lit candles surrounding it. I was startled when I heard someone trying to open the door.
The knob twisted and within seconds, the large wooden door was pushed open. My eyes were almost blinded by the bright light beaming at me from the opening. I could see the dark, blurry figure of a tall guy.
His image gradually became clearer as he walked in. When he shut the door behind him, I realized that it was Harry. He was shirtless and wore pulled down jeans which exposed the upper part of his boxers.
"H-Harry?" I stuttered.
He walked to the bed and smiled at me but didn't say a thing. He then crawled onto the bed and over to me. His glossy emerald orbs gazed intently scanned my flushed face as his muscular body pressed down on mine. I could feel my heart rate increase when he began grazing at my neck.
I let out a faint moan when he started biting along my neckline. He stopped and looked at me for a moment, chuckling at my reaction. He sat up and his large hands travelled down to my waist, heaving me up. I couldn't help but admire his hard, lean frame glistening in the candle light.
"Looks great on you." He said in a low, raspy tone as he slid the t-shirt down my shoulder. "It's a little too big though."
I giggled at his remark before pulling him in for a kiss. I felt a quick rush of blood. Everything was so perfect, I didn't want it to end.
"Helena!" I heard Daniel yell. I was shaken. I tried to pull away from Harry but he wouldn't let me go. "Stay." He breathed against my cheek, pulling me close.
I struggled to catch my breath when the door was pushed open. Daniel gaped at me as he stood in the doorway with bulging red eyes. "Helena!" He bawled, making me jump. I'd never felt so frightened. Then very suddenly, in a mere second, everything faded into pitch-black darkness.
The next thing I felt were hands gripping on my shoulders. "Helena!" A loud voice filled my ears. I found myself escaping the crude darkness at a gradual pace when my eyelids battered. And while slightly cracking my eyes open, I was exposed to the sight of my father trying to wake me up.
"Wake up, lazy bum!" He teased.
"Dad! What are you doing?" I grumbled and pressed a pillow over my head, trying to block out any source of light. My father had drawn all the curtains open and my tired eyes couldn't properly adjust to the newfound luminance in my room.
"We're supposed to catch a movie today, remember? Wake up already."
The conversation I had with my father a few days ago completely slipped out of my mind. He'd told me he wanted to spend more time with me and be there for me whilst I heal from my 'break-up' with Daniel.
He thought I dated Daniel because there wasn't a proper father figure in my life and needed someone older to look up to - but that is utter rubbish. It's not like Daniel's ten years older than me. I honestly think I was the mature one in the relationship.
My father also felt terrible for walking out on my mother and I a few times in the past year and wanted to patch up any holes he inflicted. He constantly splashes out a lot of money on family dinners and movies and well, I didn't mind that. I'm horrible for saying this but I like taking advantage of it.
"Alright, alright Dad." I groaned.
When my father left the room, I sat up on my bed and hit myself on the forehead. I felt so dirty and ashamed for dreaming about Harry in such an... odd way. The guy probably doesn't even think about me and here I was cynically musing about him. What's worse was that I liked it.
