"What the hell are you doing," he snarled striding his way towards me. His height hovered me. He thinks he can just imitate me and everything would go his way. Not this time.
"I'm just looking at your pictures," I said as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Well quit it," he said, once again talking another steps towards me.
"Take me home." I sternly said, power over coming my voice. I stood my ground taking one step forward. He just smirked.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Fine. I'll just walk home." My feet stepped cautiously past him.
"You don't even know where your going. You can't go at night like that." he snapped.
"Watch me." I found my way through his apartment to the front door. Thank god I didn't look at his bare chest. If I did he would probably think I want him. I do, but he's nothing but trouble. My hand grabbed the knob, but before I could open it I felt a hand take a hold of my waist forcing me to turn around. Harry's head wavered in front of me keeping his focus completely on me. His other hand was next to my head where he slammed his fist at the door. This is completely odd and I was not understanding why he was trying so hard.
Back in Danville when I was growing up guys could care less about me. Why would Harry want so much to do with me. I was bullied just because what I looked like and how my body was. When I got into high school, puberty had come around and suddenly guys had given me their full attention. It sickened me. They only want girls if they are attractive and just for sex. I never had a boyfriend and I only had three friends. Mackenzie, Callie, and Laura. Mackenzie, Laura, and I have been friends ever since kindergarten, and in 6th grade we met Callie. We all made a pact to always be their for each other and never lose contact.
My thoughts were blocked when Harry buried his head into the crook of my neck. He began kissing the side of my neck, tightening his grip on my waist. As he kept on kissing my neck I almost let out a small moan. What the hell. What is he doing to me. This isn't good. I tried pushing him off put he stood still. I decided to take matters into me own hands. I took Harry's hand into my own and his head went up and looked me in the eyes. I've never seen eyes so green and so full of...lust? I then remembered what was in need to happen. I let go of his hand and cupped his face and brought him closer to me brushing my lips against his. I was the dominant one now and he knew it. Before he could take the chance to connect our lips together I ducked my head and ran down the hall into a room filled with a few posters on the walls, a desk that held a computer and a couple of folders, and a bed. No. This was his room. I twirled, once again making eye contact with his. My legs began to step backwards until it hit the bed. I was cornered. Was I going to be raped. Oh god damn it, who knows.
"Harry, please don't." I pleaded.
He didn't even respond. He began to undress until he was left in his boxers. Damn him. He's so damn sexy. Fuck why are these thoughts coursing through my mind.
He slid under the covers and padded his hand on the side as if to say sleep here. I accepted knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer. I took off my shoes when a soft fabric hit me.
"Wear it. You'll be more comfortable." I nodded understandingly. I'm actually glad he gave me his t-shit. I couldn't possibly wear my jeans to sleep. I stood up walking toward which I assumed the bathroom.
"I don't mind if you changed in here," I didn't even bother looking back at him. How is he so open and can say anything that pops into his mind? I stripped off my clothing and took the black fabric in hand. Once it covered my body I noticed it landed at mid-thigh. I walked back out seeing harry sprawled out on the bed eyeing me up and down.
"Can you please stop eye raping me," I snapped causing him to laugh. I've never seen him laugh before. It was beautiful and cheery.
"Sorry love. Your just too damn beautiful."
I couldn't help but blush at his statement. Nobody ever calls me beautiful or anything. It felt good to be called beautiful, but from Harry I'm sure he's called every other girl in Los Angeles beautiful.
I slid under the covers making sure to scoot as far away from Harry as possible, but Harry had other ideas. One of his arms reached out and found its way around my waist just to pull me back into his heavily chest. What the fuck is he doing trying to cuddle with me. I swat his arm away enough time for me to scoot to the edge again.
"Don't even think about touching me again you perv." I snap. Someone has to set him straight and it's definitely not going to be one of his tramps.
"Oh no promises. You'll be mine soon," he smirked while sending me a wink.
I buried my head into the pillow soon drifting off to sleep wondering, what the hell have i gotten into.
