All My Love

Chapter 10

As I'm standing in only leggings and a Pink hoodie from Victoria's Secret, I lean over to dry my hair with the towel as I keep my eyes on the episode of Grey's Anatomy. Any second, we'll find out that the man that saved Amanda from the bus was not John Doe but was George O'Malley. I've seen this one multiple times and still manage to cry every single time he writes out "007" on Meredith's hand.

I stand up right when he starts to write it out and watch intently as Meredith tries to figure out what he's trying to say. Tears are already filling my eyes and once Meredith realizes, Harry snakes through my door, quietly closing it. I hurry and wipe my eyes and hold the towel with both arms as I ask him why he's in here.

"Are you crying?" Harry asks with much concern, stepping towards me and I gesture to the screen before getting the Roku remote off the bed to pause it.

"This part always gets to me." I say with a nonchalant shrug and laugh before setting the remote on the dresser the TV sits on. I run my hand through my now damp hair and finally look at him in the eyes.

He's overpowering me from how close he is, I still feel nervous because of how tall he is but it somehow feels safe at the time. I collect myself and clear my throat, parting my mouth to speak.

"If you're caught in here then your head will be bashed into the wall, I guarantee." I tell him, eyeing the door that's now shut completely. Harry turns around to look at the door and then looks back at me.

"Your brother isn't going to do anything, plus he's too stuck into the stupid show."

"Stella?" I remind him and he throws his head back in a short laugh.

"What about her?" He asks, with a smile on his face. He's oddly amused by this and I can't seem to know why. "She's in her room."

"Why must you always try to do something with me when other people are in the same place?" I roll my eyes and throw the towel over my left shoulder and start to walk passed him but I feel his large hand grab ahold of my wrist pulling me towards him.

"It's thrilling. The adrenaline is addictive." Harry says in almost a whisper, getting closer to my face as his right arm wraps around the bottom of my back. I feel him pull me closer towards his body and I try to get out of his grip, not in the mood for anything right now. His left hand cups my cheek, making me look at him and he furrows his brows together in almost a frown as he looks me in the eyes. The emeralds then look down at my lips all while he runs the pad of his thumb across them. "What's wrong?" He asks, locking our eyes again and I feel the pinch in my stomach from sound of his accent that's husky from how low he's speaking.

"Nothing, really." I say in smile and he scrunches his nose seconds before licking his lips in concentration of me.

"I miss these lips." Harry ignores what I say, focusing on going back to rubbing my lips with his thumb. He's never done this kind of sweet action before and it's making my heart race from his burning touch. I can feel my eyes beginning to close, wanting him to kiss me but without warning I feel his hand rip away slowly. "I'm going to go back out with your brother now before he thinks I'm in here fucking you or something." Harry half chuckles and backs away from me, making it to the door.

Without another word, he opens the door and I watch as he looks to the right down the hallway and then disappears in my view. I take a deep breath and roll my eyes before making my way to the bathroom to hang up my towel.

When I get back to my room, I pick out black fuzzy socks I've had for years and put them on before hurrying to make my bed. I don't know what it is about having to make my bed every day, but it happens or I end up wanting to twitch at the sight of it being messy.

After finishing that, I turn off my TV and grab ahold of my phone before making it down the hallway. Stella's bedroom door is still shut and I can't help but wonder why she's so anti-social today. I don't let it bother me and go to my purse, to retrieve the picture of my mom and I back when I was fifteen. As I stare down at the picture, trying to figure out if I have an extra frame or not, I somehow end up looking over at Harry out of the corner of my eye. Out of nowhere, his head turns to look over at me I'm guessing but I shoot my eyes back at the picture. A few seconds later, my eyes flutter back his way to see his eyes glued to the TV.

I need to get out of here and get some fresh air or something because I'm starting to feel hot and queasy. I pick up my purse and stuff the picture in it, almost slipping and falling from the fuzzy socks as I make it to the door.

"Where are you going?" Drew asks when he hears me grab my car keys off the wrack and I keep my eyes on him even though I can see Harry looking back at me.

"Target." I tell him.

"With no shoes?" Harry's voice enters my ears and I look down at my feet, wiggling my toes in the socks before giving a nervous laugh. I set my purse down on the floor next to the front door and hurry to my room to get my all white slip on Vans. When I get back, I pick up my purse and bring the strap over my shoulder the same time I unlock the door in a hurry to get out of there quickly.

"Can you pick me up a pack of cigarettes? I'll pay you back." My brother speaks just as I'm about to step out. I turn around and give a hard sigh.

"Why can't you just come with me?" I ask, looking at the back of his head.

"Because I'm resting for the party we're going to later."

"Party?" I gape out but not in a good way. "You're kidding, right?" I almost roll my eyes and look over at Harry who's hiding a smirk from me.

"I'll get them for you." Harry speaks out and pushes himself up from the couch by his knees and Drew looks up at him saying something I can't make out. Harry gives him some kind of man high five that turns into a handshake and I feel myself mentally forming into a ball on the ground. I wanted to get away from Harry, which is unlike me. Harry walks passed me out the door with a cheeky smile on his face, showing off his dimple, that he knows I love.

"You didn't have to come." I tell Harry when we make it to my red 2011 Honda Accord my parents got me once I got my license. I love this car, it's simple, two door, little... I like to think it fits me perfectly.

"I'm not going to ask you again, what the hell is wrong?" Harry asks right away when the two of us are planted in the seats. I look over at him while I push the key into the ignition and twist it forward, firing it up.

"Keep asking me, I dare you." I tell him, sitting back against the seat to put my seatbelt on. As my dare, he then again asks and I bring my hand into a fist and I swing, hitting his bicep. Harry pretends to cry as if it actually hurt and I laugh, turning on the heater, only feeling cold air.

"You need to wait for the car to warm up, dummy." Harry tells me, reaching his arm out to turn down the level of the fan.

"Shut up." I say as I put the car in reverse and look behind me all over, making I sure don't hit someone's car that's parked in their designated spot.

"You need new ones." Harry says while his fingers fumble the Febreze air freshener clip that's on my air vents. I stare at the two rings that lay on his middle and pointer finger. I hurry to look back at the road, making sure I don't kill the both of us just because I like how he wears jewelry. Then again, I just love his hands in general and not just because he's good with them. They're attractive and every time I see the rings, I can't help but just stare in awe when he talks with his hands. Two on his left hand, one on the right middle. They're never out of place, it's always those certain fingers and I don't know why. The feeling of the cold metal when he first starts to pleasure me only adds to the sensation, making everything ten times better. "Hello?" I hear a muffled accent and shake out of my thoughts.

"What? Sorry?" I ask, stopping at the red light. I didn't even notice I was driving, all my thoughts are distracting my right now. I don't remember leaving the apartment complex at all.

"I said to stop at that gas station so I can get your brother his cancer sticks." He tells me and my eyes look at the Chevron that sits on the corner two streets up.

"Oh, alright." I answer softly and keep my left hand on the bottom of the steering wheel while I wait for the green circle to appear.