CHAPTER 1
Emily's POV
I’m sat beside my windowsill leaning over and waiting anxiously for him. I’m leaning over and waiting to see his perfect features climb up my bedroom. I’m anxiously waiting to feel his hot pink lips pressed against my cold pale skin of my neck, to feel his soft hands roam around my body between the pink sheets of my bed. The only noise bouncing off my bedroom walls would be the sound of his lips pressing onto mine and everywhere else I beg him to kiss and touch. The shushing I would eventually tell him when loud groans escape his mouth when I play with his ruffled curls, begging him to shut up so my dad wouldn’t wake up and find out the truth… But for now I’m sat still and waiting, like every night of the week. The house is silent except for the sound of water droplets hitting the roof top of my brown bricked house, sending peaceful sounds around my room. Typical humid weather in London of mid June.
Everyone’s asleep except for me. Dad probably fell asleep a while ago after a long night of weeping for the loss of mum, as usual for the past 3 years. My little brother William, is probably sound asleep tucked away in his cozy bed drifted off to dreamland. As for me, it’s been 6 months where I’ve never been asleep past 4am, when my meeting with him was over.
I was drifted into deep thoughts when all of a sudden; I’m fully alarmed when I see the dark familiar figure sneaking up my green wet loan of my backyard. Frequently his head turning around catching a glance at the houses of our neighborhood, hoping that no one will see our late night scandal. I slightly open the window and feel the cold London breeze blow my long hair over my shoulder, sending shivers down my skin with my minimal clothing consisiting of my oversized t-shirt and panties. He climbs up and reaches up my windowsill pulling away my white curtains apart so he can enter my room. I always get that gut feeling of guilty and pleasure, every time I see him late at night when everyone’s asleep…except for us. I’m waiting for him by my dresser, the same place I always remain as he enters my room. And then there he is, standing by my window the one just climbed into, breathing heavily watching me stand there bedazzled by his appearance. His mop of curls ruffled on to one side of his face, his dark green eyes shining like stars up above this cloudy night. His beautiful scent of his strong cologne makes me nearly go wild. These are his beautiful features I witness every night. Features, that I’m the only one who gets to touch, feel and love them. Harry.
Harry lives at the house next door to mine. His house is similar to mine, however inside lives a family opposite from mine. He lives with his mum Scarlett, who happens to be the nicest women on our street. He has an older sister Charlotte who is someone I envied my whole life to. At first it started when I was five, her being eight, she had a raggedy ann doll that I wanted but never got. Then as we both got older, I watched from my bedroom window, preparing for bed watching her sneak out every night with boys from her school. I couldn’t wait to experience exactly what she was when it dealt with boys. As for now, I’m 17 and secretly dating her brother. Harry and I never got along growing up. The three of us used to play when were little but being the same age as Harry, made us to fight very often. We were like cats and dogs… we never got along! But as we got older and reached our teens we stopped speaking and seeing each other. It was like we were complete strangers to each other… until 6 months ago.
My mum died 3 years ago, unfortunately, cancer had defeated her and made her leave my dad, brother and myself. I always excluded myself from the world especially from my family. When she left us, I realised that she was the only one who understood me, until Harry came in the picture.
Ever since Harry turned 15, something changed in him. Like someone took the old Harry and replaced him with a new one… a scary one. He was always known to be the sweet neighborhood boy who would mow the lawns of the elderly people on our street, until that day. I still don’t know the exact story of what occurred that day, since he refuses to tell me, but all I know is that something inside of him made him suddenly… snap. That was the day Harry got arrested. That was the day Harry changed. That was the day where I was interested in him. That was the day I, myself suddenly became different.
