one more night (h.s)

Chapter 6

Harry's pov
I pace the room back a forth wondering why they were holding hands. Are they like a thing? I bet that guy has a crush on her or something. She's way out of his league though. She's out of your league. My subconscious adds. Who the fuck does he think he is? I'm not even trying to get with her. I don't want her to be my girlfriend or anything. I mean I already got what I wanted and always liked, sex. But with she didn't feel like any other girl that I've fucked. She was- well different. It felt like there was electricity between the both of us. Just her touch made me hard on the spot. That feeling with her isn't like anyone else's after our night together I haven't been able to get her out of my head. I crave her and every inch of her body. Bea is fucking amazing. Her body, damn and her lips, well fuck.

As I get these thoughts in my head my member is as hard as a rock. Fuck, this girl has this effect on me even when she isn't here. I need her lips on mine just for one more night and I'll be able to get over her. In the mean time I get myself off while picturing her lips wrapped around me. Within a few minutes I'm good and clean myself up.

I grab my phone and go through my Twitter and I see his name pop up on my timeline. I don't even follow his stupid ass but my curiosity gets the best me and decide to stalk him. He has some stupid tweets like "Good day at the gym. #gains #workout" and some other shit too. One his tweets catches my eye. It was from 18 hours ago and it said "Spent the weekend with the best girl in the world (:" and there was a picture of Bea and him at a restaurant. Wtf?! They spent the whole weekend with each other! I don't know why but this makes me so mad. He gets to spend all this time with her and I don't.

Harry calm down. You said you didn't like her, all you wanted was to have sex with her one more time so you can get her out of your head. My subconscious is so fucking annoying. I grab my phone again and text someone to get Bea's number. They gladly give to me because people are usually kind of scared of me. Anyways I shoot her a quick text anxiously waiting for a response.

*beep beep*

She responded. I didn't think she was so I panic and ask her what she's doing.

Bea: Trying to finish my homework. What about you?
Me: Just thinking about things and avoiding my homework.
Her: Oh. So how did you get my number in the first place?

Fuck I panic and just decide to lie to her. She won't even notice I'm lying to her.

Me: I found it laying around amongst my school work. Don't you remember you gave it to me.
Her: Oh I guess I forgot. Well was there something you wanted to ask me or did you just want to talk?

Well I guess I didn't think this through. I guess I can ask her if we can 'hang out' tomorrow.

Me: Well if you aren't already busy can we hang out tomorrow.
Her: Um sure but I thought you didn't want to speak to me anymore?
Me: We can't be friends?
Her: I guess we can as long as you aren't a jerk.
Me: Me? A jerk? I'm nothing but a sweet angel.

I'm smiling down at my phone. Fuck this girl has some effect on me. She brings out a side of me I never knew I had.

Her: Shut up Harry. So tomorrow after school it is.
Me: Alrighty sounds like a plan. Goodnight Bea.
Her: Night Harry.

I soon drift off to sleep while thinking of her.

*three hours later*

I wake up drenched in sweat. I had another nightmare. It was somewhat different this time. Instead of my mom getting beaten by my father it was Bea. I tried calling out to her but no sound would come out. I even tried stopping my father. I had to watch the whole terrifying scene play out until I finally woke up. My nightmares have been happening more frequently now. I head downstairs and grab a glass of water. I head back up and check on my mom making sure she's okay. I quietly open her door and see that everything is fine. She's fast asleep and head back to my room.