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Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Harry and I sat in silence. He was lying on the couch and I was lying on top of him at the other end. We were still facing each other. We had been sat like this for a good 45 minutes, just appreciating the presence of the other person. He really was beautiful and I couldn’t quite believe that he was sat beneath me.  There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him but I didn’t feel brave enough to. After all, I was beginning to see just how dangerous Harry could be when he was angry.

He picked up my hand and began to play with my fingers. Stroking them with his thumbs. I hated my hands. I had bitten my nails since I was young but I managed to stop the habit for a good 12 months now. My fingers were short and I had extremely wide knuckles so I felt clearly uncomfortable when he began to scan my fingers before kissing each of them on the tip. There was something about Harry tonight that was slightly out of the ordinary, but I really couldn’t put my finger on what it was. He had a glimmer in his eye that made him seem even more attractive than he already was, if that’s even possible.

I sat in silence thinking about everything that I already knew about Harry but also all of the other things that I desperately wanted to find out. Where were his mum and dad? Did he live alone? Who was Grace? What had happened with the incident with the gun? Did he really care about me? The questions were all too much for my head to handle and it clearly showed on my face. “What’s up?” Harry broke the silence. I shook my head to gesture that nothing was wrong. Harry grabbed my feet and slid me closer to him. I sat upright on his chest and peered down at him. He smiled and pulled my legs out so I was not lying fully on top of him with my head resting on his chest.

Even though we were sat in silence, I was still so happy to be with him. His arms gripped tightly around my back as he began his regular routine of tracing circles around my back. The sensation was so relaxing and I could feel my body becoming heavier and heavier above Harry. He began to laugh and turned to kiss me on the side of my head. The room was dark as all of the lights were off apart from one lamp in the corner of the room. The atmosphere was romantic and it felt just right with Harry there.

He pouted his lips and kissed my ear that lay on top of him. He began to breathe heavily down my ear. The heat of his breath sending shivers down my body. His raspy voice whispered into my ear “shall we go to bed missy?” Despite the patronising tone, the gesture excited me and I nodded in approval. Harry sat up, still clinging to me. He then stood, carrying me to where the lamp remained on. I reached out and pressed the switch for it to turn off. Harry then turned around and carried me upstairs and to my bedroom.

It was funny because, even though I hadn’t known Harry that long, he knew where everything was in my house. It felt like I’d known him for ages, but that still didn’t stop me from thinking about the other things that I didn’t know about him. He placed me gently onto the bed and kissed my forehead. I giggled slightly as I looked up at him. His gaze intensely locked on mine. I sat up on the edge of the bed, my legs between Harry’s and hugged around his thighs. He smirked and leant down to stroke the hair on the top of my head. He then reached down to pull me up, so I was stood on the bed and now the same height as Harry.

We looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to do next. Harry’s gaze kept flicking towards my lips and then back to my eyes. I really wasn’t expecting it, but he leant forward and left a soft kiss on my lips. This was the first kiss I had ever experienced and my heart fluttered when he pulled away. He gave me a gentle smile and brushed the hair away from my face. “I like you” he whispered. I wanted more. I leant forward like he did and kissed him on his lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I fisted the curls at the back of his head that made him groan with pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile as we continued to kiss passionately.

He picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist, holding me tightly. We continued to kiss and I continued to play with Harry’s dark curls. Suddenly, my back was thrust against the wall in my bedroom as Harry continued to intensely kiss. I squirmed as he continued to force me against the wall. I tried to pull away but he carried on. Pushing harder and harder. His tongue was forced into my mouth and I screeched at the sensation. He opened his eyes and they were no longer the beautiful green orbs, but filled with black darkness.

“Harry” I begged but nothing. He continued to thrust me into the wall. Unable of knowing what to do, I let go of his curls and began to gently stroke his face. The thrusts began to calm until the came to a complete halt. Harry pulled away from the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes. His face dropped as he realised what had happened. “Shit” he cursed. I stared at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m so sorry” he whispered. I couldn’t move, he still had my legs wrapped around his waist and I still had my back forced to the wall. I brushed the gentle brown curls away from his face as he looked to the floor. I cupped my hand underneath his chin like he usually did to me and kissed him gently on his lips. “Don’t worry” I told him “you’re safe with me”. He couldn’t help but let out a slight smirk as his cheeks flushed pink. He winked at me before carrying me back over to the bed and placing me down gently.

I released my grip from around his neck and planted a soft wet kiss on his nose. “Cheeky” he smirked. I smiled and rolled over to free up space on the bed for him to lie next to me. He just stared, smiling. “Shall we get in?” he offered. I nodded and pulled back the duvet to let us both into the bed. However, before getting in, Harry lifted his shirt from his torso and threw it to the floor. I was left to stare at his tattooed body. He had small tattoos splattered all over his left arm and other larger tattoos on the remainder of his body. Although I didn’t really like tattoos, they only seemed to make him more attractive. He noticed me staring and winked at me. I burrowed my face into the pillow to hide my embarrassment.

I heard the buckle on his belt becoming undone and the zip on his jeans coming down. I kept my face in the pillow until Harry slid himself under the duvet and into the bed next to me. He slipped his arm underneath my head and rolled me over so my back was pressed firmly against his front. “Do you want to put your pyjamas on?” he whispered into my ear. I shook my head, feeling comfortable and warm wrapped in Harry’s embrace. I could feel him smiling as his cheek touched my shoulder.

“Goodnight beautiful” he whispered before kissing me on the cheek. He then reached over and switched the lamp off so we were plummeted into the darkness.