Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

A few days had passed since the wedding. Today, we were moving into the house that I would soon share with Anne and Harry.

Harry.

I felt myself almost swoon at the thought of his dimple and his beautiful curly hair. I sighed at the boxes that I would soon have to unpack. Struggling to carry a box up the stairs, I heaved a sigh of relief once I placed the box down in my new room. It was a nice room, definitely way bigger than my old one. The walls were a light blue, it reminded me of the sky on a sunny day. There was a small bed in the corner with cream coloured sheets that added a cozy feeling to the room. I slowly unpacked the boxes, satisfied with my new room and soon enough I heard my dad calling me for dinner. I rolled my eyes and gave one final glance around my room, feeling a little bit happier with how my room looked. I walked into the dining room to find dad, Anne and Harry sitting around the table, already eating.

"Thanks for waiting for me," I said under my breath as I sat down next to Harry which happened to be the only available seat.

"Did you say something?" My dad basically sneered at me. What was his fucking problem? It's as if my whole existence was a huge bother to him. I merely shook my head no and smiled in response. Suddenly the air was full of tension which Anne tried to break.

"Blake, you've met Harry right?" She asked me. I glanced up at Harry and noticed for the first time how green his eyes actually were. They reminded me of glimmering emeralds.

"Yeah, we met on the wedding night," Harry said with his deep, husky voice.  I nodded in response and meekly gave Anne and Harry a smile. I caught my dad rolling his eyes and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

"Excuse me, I don't feel well." I said, before running up the stairs and slamming the door to my room. I honestly don't know what I ever did to my dad. Ever since my mother had died, my father devoted himself to work which was how he met Anne. They were co-workers for the law firm he worked at.  I stared in the mirror that lay beside my bed. I knew that I was a carbon copy of my mother. I got her eyes, her hair. When I was 13, we found out that my mom had skin cancer. It had already been to late to do any treatment and the doctor gave her six months to live. My mother was a fighter, she died when I was 15. Being 17 meant that it'd almost been two years since she died. Her anniversary would be in a month.  I heard the door open and I turned around to see Harry standing behind me. Thinking he was here to comfort me, I tried to stop him before he could.

"Harry, I don't need your pi-"

"Can you not be a total brat?" My eyes widened at the words coming out of Harry's mouth.

"E-Excuse me?" I stuttered, still quite shocked.

"You need to stop being an emotional brat and acting as if you're the only with any problems. You're acting like a stupid teenager," he spat out, disgust gracing his features. I couldn't believe the words that were spilling out of his mouth. He acted like such a gentleman at the wedding,   it was obviously just a fucking act.

"I'm 17, I'm sorry for being a bratty teenager, Mr.Adult. I'm sorry that you're a cranky old man that has no other hobby than picking on young girls," I almost yelled at him but didn't because I didn't want to start a scene with my dad and Anne downstairs. He growled and slowly walked towards me. I jumped as I felt my back hit the wall, Harry standing right in front of me with no possible way to get away.

"You're going to regret talking to me like that, kitten," he whispered, running a finger down my cheek. I shivered in response and I didn't like it one bit.

"By the way, I'm 24," Harry added before walking away from me and closing the door, leaving me with an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

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Don't worry guys, they're not gonna have sex any time soon ;)

I'm planning on taking my time with this story so there's not gonna be any fluff or anything of that sort for quite a while. This was just a teaser of what's to come

Enjoy chapter two :)))