My Stranger

He Has a name

Chapter 2

I was woken by the annoying beeping sound coming from my phone, the noise like a thousand hammers pounding my head. I had only just realised the effectiveness of the alcohol from last night. Inside I regretted even going to that party, for one it was on a Sunday, meaning I have college today. But there was another reason, only I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I unlocked my mobile to see that I had 5 new messages and 2 missed calls, most of which were from Jess asking where the hell I had gone. To be honest, I don’t even remember leaving. I just know that something happened there.

I abruptly threw my phone on my made bed, peeling off my clothes from the night before. I ran into my bathroom and turned on the shower. Before even having enough time to think, I got into the shower allowing the hot water to pool over my tired skin, causing me to inhale quickly when the water rained over my sensitive scalp. I closed my eyes and began to wash my hair, the smell of wild berries and coco nut transforming my bathroom into my very own safe haven. No one could touch me here. The door was locked and no one was in, meaning I was on my own. This made me feel at ease for reasons I can not fathom.

That’s when déjà vu hit me, as I began to wash my neck causing me to remember. I remembered a stranger, my stranger. How he held my waist and kissed my neck, and made feel safe, yet I had no idea as to who this man was!

I soon enough put those useless memories behind me and started to get ready for the day ahead. I chose a simple outfit; black leggings, oversized top and my white converse. I don’t believe in making a great effort to dress up at college, I’m not trying to impress anyone. I left my long brown waves to sit on my shoulder, leaving them to dry. I quickly brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag and phone and left my ‘not-so-modest’ house.

It was only after having dropped my phone that I realised what the time was, 10:23am. I was an hour and a half late for college, and had to wait another 20 minutes for a bus. I considered not even bothering to go, however I was fully aware that if I didn’t, Jess would just assume that I was dead. I didn’t want to go but I didn’t want to give her a heart attack either.

I arrived at college just half an hour later, to be greeted by empty corridors. It looked like a ghost town. Given that the current lesson only had a few minutes left, I decided it was not worth showing up to it, so I waited for the next lesson. I trudged towards my locker, throwing my bag to the floor in annoyance, where was my key? Eventually I had found it and put it in the lock slowly turning it in the hope to make time go sooner. As my back was turned, I felt a presence behind me yet when I turned no one was there.

That’s when I felt them again. The large hands from the other night had been wrapped around my waist again, planting me to the ground. The similar lips began to suck my neck slowly causing me to wince at the pain he was inflicting, making my body shiver. The hands began to move to my bottom, where they stopped in order to retrieve something from my pocket; my phone.

After hearing the faint tapping noises from my phone, I realised what the stranger was doing. He was entering his number. My cheeks soon began to redden. People had asked for my number before, but I just didn’t bother to reply. So why did feel that I wanted to if the stranger name popped up on my phone. A vibrating soon stopped my stupid mind from wandering. The strangers phone, that was the source of the raucous. He had text himself from my phone so that he had my number.

Shit!

I felt his hands snake around my waist, his head leaning down again like last night. He moved my hair and mumbled something into my ear as he put my phone back into my jean pocket. “Harry”. That’s all I got from the boy whom I knew nothing about. ‘Harry’ that was his name. Now he had a name it didn’t feel like he was about to kill me, although he was still faceless. He was also at my college, meaning that any boy I meet could be the mysterious boy. I wanted to turn to stop my mind from going through every boy I’d ever met, but there he stood causing my muscles to lock just at him touching my arm.

His arms then left my skin, causing me to loose warmth I didn’t even know was there. My heart sank my head bowing at the loss of our contact. Before I knew it, he had left leaving me alone again. “Bye Fleur” a booming voice shouted. I turned to see the back of a boy’s body. He was tall; even though I wasn’t short, he would definitely tower over me. He had long legs that rested inside of tight black skinny jeans. He was wearing white converse and a plain white t-shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. The muscles in his arms contracted as he clenched his fist whilst walking. On his head there was a halo of chocolate curls, he was perfect. I didn’t even need to see his face to tell that he was beautiful. My phone snapped me out of my day dream. I had one new text message from an unknown number: Like what you see, huh? H x

It was Harry, I didn’t even know the boy yet he was confident that I was drooling over him. I knew that he would keep creeping up on me like this, causing my emotions to go into over drive. But why. Why did he choose me, he must be attractive so why me?

Authors note: I'm so sorry that this chapter sucked a bit. I manly needed it to block for the next chapter. SOrry xx