Behind Closed Doors

Ninja Skills

Hello my little rosebuds! Before you start reading I would like to apologize for not updating the story for a while. I just had my dance recital and it was crazy. My dance teacher was really pushing us. Plus, my teachers decided to bombard us with homework because they hat us and think we have no lives. My schools frickin' sucks. One more week and I'll be free! Okay, again, I'm sincerely sorry. Enjoy the story and comment suggestions.

~Thebookofroses_

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Blinding light. That's the first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning. "Ugh..." I groan as I pull my comforter up and snuggle into my comfy bed- the frig?! My bed?! I sit up. What about that boy, uh.. Dang! What's his name? Umm.. Harry! That's it- Harry! What about him though? I swear last night was not a dream. Sometimes I have vivid dreams but nothing like that. Though, he was pretty perfect. No one is that perfect. But, my dreams are never about boys. They're usually about me in the future- how I picture my life. This makes zero sense.

As I'm contemplating what the frick happened last night I hear a clank come from downstairs. What was that? I check the clock on my nightstand. It's 9 o'clock. It's Friday. My parents should be a work already. I shoot up from bed and look out the window. There has to be at least 3 feet of snow on the ground, and it's still snowing. I must have a snow day. Clank! Oh snap! There's that sound again! Okay, there is definitely someone in the house.

I quickly, but quietly, dart from my position near the window and to my closet. I reach in and grab my tennis racket from a few years back. I then tip toe out of my room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I get down on my hands and knees to hide behind the island. I hear another clank. Oh geez. What if it's a murderer?! I'm too young to die! Then I hear footsteps. 'So this is how it ends, huh?' I think to myself. No! I will not except that this is the end! I must avenge my family! The footsteps are getting closer. Out of the corner of my eye I see the tip of a shoe. Here's my chance! I take the racket in both hands and swing. I hit the guy in the back of his shin and he goes down. Ha Ha! I go to stand up, but being my oh-so graceful self, hit my head on the counter and fall on my face. I land right next to the murderer who is currently groaning in pain on my kitchen floor. I shriek and sit up, ready to attack again when I notice something. Curly hair. Crap...

"...Harry?" I ask hesitantly. I get a groan in response. "Oh my God! Harry! I'm so sorry! I thought you were a murderer or something!" At this statement he turns over so I can see his face, and raises and eyebrow. "Don't give me that look!" I scold. "Number one, it's the morning. Second, it's... possible. And third, it's the frickin' morning." I say. He shakes his head at me, but smiles one breathtaking smile nonetheless. "But- if you don't mind me asking -what were you doing?" He swiftly gets up and motions for me to follow, so I stand up. Harry takes one step and limps. He stops and turns to me, playfully narrowing his eyes. I give an exasperated sigh. "I said sorry!" I pout and he smiles and waves his hand as if to say 'Forget about it.' He starts to walk/limp again over to the dinning room.

When we enter I can't help the gasp that slips from my mouth. On the table sat the most delicious looking breakfast I have ever laid eyes on. There was fruit salad, scrambled eggs, toast, and what seems to be chocolate chip pancakes. As I walk closer I see a small sticky note and pick it up.

'Good morning, Eli. I just wanted to thank you for rescuing me from the cold last night. If it weren't for you I would probably be dead by now. So, again, thank you :)

P.S I like when you play with my hair ;)'

I blushed at that last comment. I turn around to face him and say "Thank you, Harry!" He gave me a sheepish smile that made my heart melt and gestured to the table. I sit down, as does he, and dig in. I grab a bit of everything, but try the pancakes first. Oh my Lord, Jesus... I groan happily and fall to the side of the table with my head in my arms. I must have scarred Harry or something because he lunges over the table and lifts my head up with an alarmed expression on his face. I giggle as he squishes my face in his hands and searches my face for any feelings of sadness of hurt. But when he hears my giggles he pulls away, raising an eyebrow. My giggles reside and I explain what happened. "Don't worry, Harry." I assure him. His shoulders sink back down as he lets out a sigh of relief. This small action causes my heart to flutter. "The food is just so good!" I say. He smiles and pulls out the note pad from who knows where.

'Thanks'

"No problem!"

'So, I was wondering... What's with the tennis racket?'

My cheeks heat up of the thought of what happened before. I clear my throat. "I, uh.. I thought you were a murderer.." I confess. Silence. Harry blinks. Once. Twice. Thrice. Next thing I know he bursts into a fit of giggles. "What?" I ask. "It's possible!" This only makes him laugh harder. "It's not funny!" I exclaim, laughing a bit as well. I compose my self and pout at him. He sees this and gains a bit of composer, whipping his eyes. I roll my eyes. "You done yet?" I ask. He noddes, only letting a few adorable giggles escape his captivating lips... NOPE! Bad thoughts!

He picks up the note pad again.

'Sorry. That was just really stupid'

I scoff. "No it wasn't!" I counter. "It was perfectly logical!"

'No. No it wasn't.'

"Was too!"

'Definitely illogical'

"No! It makes perfect sense!"

'Not really'

I huff. "Whatever you're just in denial cause I totally whooped your butt with my awesome ninja skills."

He just gives me the look. You know, the one that says 'You are so stupid I can't even...'

"You know it's true." I state.

'Whatever you say, Eli. Whatever you say ;)'