Seraphic||H.S

Chapter 17

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Remnants of yesterday's snow evaporated into the roots of the trees, seeming as if the previous storms had never passed. Even the light dimmed without the guidance of the luminous snow. My eyes sprung open once my alarm began to ring. Instead of seeing the rose elegantly standing on my bedside table, I saw darkness blocking my vision: a black t-shirt. My eyes slowly trail up the creases of the dark fabric.

My body laid snugly next to Harry's, resting comfortably near his side. Instead of him sleeping soundlessly next to me, his head was propped on top of his hand; his eyes were cast down to mine. They were a brighter shade of green, like a curious cat peering out of the shadows. His other hand was placed behind his back as his body-merely a few inches from mine-made no move to touch my soft skin.

He smiled lazily. "Well, good morning, Natalie. It's nice to see your finally up."

I gasped and quickly shuffled to the other side of bed, and nearly fell from the edge. I held onto the sheets in slight panic to finally remember he had stayed the night. Harry arched a brow, but his words hadn't fallen from his lips straight away. His eyes raked down my body slowly, then his gaze fell back to my own.

"Didn't expect to wake up finding you curled so close to me." Harry said. "No wonder I was so uncomfortable."

My cheeks heat up slightly. I rub my eyes instinctively."I must've done it in my sleep." I murmured.

"Maybe you find me appealing. Or in other words, 'You are so into me.' " He uttered, then his morning smile fell slowly. "Are you into me, Berkshire?"

I flushed a darker red and looked away. In his glossy eyes, I knew he already had guessed I had some sort of feelings for him. And I also knew he wanted me to spat the words out like a confession in my local church. It was an act of torture, I'm sure.

I stood up. "I'm getting ready for school, and so should you."

The creaking of the bed began once he slipped out as well. "Indeed, we should get ready, but not for school."

I turned back to gaze at him. "What do you mean, exactly?"

"What I mean," He replied. "is that we are going to finish what we started."

"And that is?"

"Our second date." He smirked and slipped on his boots carefully. The skin of the shoe had a rip on it's heel and toe, meaning he had owned them for quite a long time.

"The first one wasn't even a date," I pointed out. "And besides, we both have a math test today, remember?"

"We can take it another day." He brushed my reminder away with a swish of his hand. He moved over to my dresser and pulled out jeans and a sweatshirt. I would've questioned if he hadn't spoken first. "I wasn't prepared for it, anyway."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm not skipping school. Not again."

He walked towards me and pushed the set of clothes in my chest; his press was gentle, yet forceful. His eyes still held the brightness from earlier. "You're coming with me, Natalie. Even if I have to drag you out in those flimsy clothes." His voice held certainty and truth, meaning he would do it with or without my consent. Harry looked me up and down briskly, then he smirked widely.