I've been laying on my bed since yesterday. What a great way to spend a weekend. Having no homework helps a lot, too.
"Mary-Jane, sweetheart, aren't you bored?" I hear a familiar British accent says as he opens my bedroom door.
He's been worried about me ever since the anniversary of my mum's death.
"I am actually," I sit on my bed, "but it's fine by me."
"Do you want to do something together?" He asks.
So many things.
"I don't want to mess with your time, I'm sure you have a lot of interesting things you can do."
"I'm your father, you are my priority. I thought you were aware of that information, you know."
Why does he has to be so attractive? So irresistible? He makes me feel so many damn things in my stomach, in my thighs, in my mind.
"Well... What are you up to?" I ask, secretly hoping he wants to roughly make out.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" That was close.
"Sure," I smile, "what about...the Beauty and the Beast?"
"Ever since I met you, you made me watch that movie for about... I don't know, one hundred times?" He chuckles, "of course, we're watching it."
I smile at him and he lays in my bed. I stand up and - another time congratulate myself for wearing short pajama shorts at this moment - put the movie in the dvd player.
I try to look hot - which I'm sure I didn't succeed - and casually kneel down, wishing my ass can help me. After installing everything, I lay down next to Harry.
The movie starts to play, and I'm already glued to the TV, just how I was fourteen years ago and so.
I hear Harry's breath next to me, it's acelerated and hot. I want to do so many things with him...damn.
I feel his eyes on me, and I can't help but feel intimidated.
Why does he keep looking at me?
Once he takes off his eyes of me, I look at him, so beautiful. Everything about him is beautiful. He's perfect.
As I analise all of him, my eyes land on a very tight pair of jeans. Is that... A boner?
It is.
Oh my God.
He coughs, making me look away and come back to reality. "I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
I nod and he leaves the room.
Oh my God.
Did I do that? Do I have any sexually effect on him, just like he has it on me? I hope so, otherwise it would be a little weird if he got a hard on because of the movie.
Ten minutes after he left me drowning in my own thoughts, he came back. We continued watching the movie, until I fell asleep.
***
I wake up next to an asleep shirtless Harry. How can a person be this mesmerizing? He looks like an angel, so beautiful. Everything about him is spellbinding...
I want to touch all of him. See every inch of his body, touch every tattoo of his skin.
"Babe?" He asks with his eyes still closed.
"Yes, dad?"
"I really want to kiss you," he says opening his eyes, making my heart beat faster by the second.
"Kiss me, then."
"But, I'm afraid if I kiss you, I would have to do other things to you too," he says staring into my eyes. He knows that I'm nervous, he makes me nervous.
"Ha- daddy, I know it's wrong, but please, I need you. I want you." I plea.
"Baby," he says. "Babe, wake up."
It was a dream.
It was too good to be true. But it felt so real.
