My Stranger

Chapter 5

I walked through the blackened door, holding my breath as my eyes tried to see everything in their wake. My eyes darted around the hall entrance of Harry’s house, seeing beige and brown walls that appeared to be very sophisticated, as though it belonged to an older being.

I was guided further down the hall, noticing that there were no pictures, nothing to show that he had a family or even loved anyone. My heart began to ache at the thought of a younger Harry being alone, no one to comfort him, to tell him he was loved. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt arise in my chest, causing my body to mould closer to his, as if shielding him from the pain of the world, protecting his beauty. I did not know what these feelings I had for the man who was, not long ago, still a stranger. But whatever they were, they frightened me at the intensity of them, I already had a longing to hold him and prevent him from darkness.

The creak of a door stole my attention away from my thoughts, seeing Harrys large calloused hands leave the tainted gold door handle. Harry opened the door which lead to an open plan Living room- Dining room, the vast space filled with the golden light of the afternoon sun, it instantly warmed my skin when I entered.

I looked up at Harry’s face, realising neither of us had spoken since exploring his house, I carefully examined his features. His long eye lashes made him look younger, more vulnerable; his perfect lips a deep shade of red.  As I watched him he began to turn and walk up the oak wood staircase, leaving me in the alien room. “Are you coming, or are you just going to stare all day?” Harry chuckled as he held out his hand for me to take. I paced over to the stairs and cautiously took hold of his large hand, allowing it to engulf my petite one.

We walked up the stairs, hand in hand. This gesture would be normal for a couple and maybe even best friends, but what were me and Harry ? I knew we weren’t a couple, but a small part of me, the part I usually try to ignore, wanted Harry to want me to be his.

After we had climbed the stairs, we found ourselves in a corridor with several different doors. Harry opened the first door to the left, holding his breath as he did so. Was he nervous? As the door opened, I could tell that this was his bedroom although nothing really gave it away; apart from the smell of his cologne that seemed to hide in every crevice of the mundane room. I was shocked at how normal the room looked, given that Harry was so different and exciting, I thought his room may reflect that.

Leaning against a chimney breast, stood a four poster bed wrapped in a deep blue duvet with gold detailing. There was also a wardrobe and a set of chest of draws that sat on top of the oak floor boards. The room was quite dark due to the drawn curtains, but it seemed peaceful enough. The floor boards started to creak, making me shudder at the horrific noise. For the third time in a few days, I felt Harry’s arms snake around my waist, pulling my back to his chest. Now that I knew who it was that was performing such an intimate gesture, I wanted him to continue. I wanted to feel his lips on my own, to mirror his affections. I turned around so that I was face to face with the man before me, standing on my tiptoes, I pulled his face down to my own, my nose brushing along his cheek. He suddenly tensed, his breathing becoming irregular. “Fleur, you’re mine” He breathed before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was filled with passion and heat, but the way he held my back and caressed the nape of my neck with his thumb was tender and filled with something more than just lust.

I slowly pulled away, running out of oxygen. I closed my eyes, basking at my euphoric state, when I felt familiar lips kiss my jaw. Kisses were trailed from my jaw to my neck, where they stopped and turned into gentle sucking. I took a sharp in take of breath as the sucks became less gentle. “Are you ok” Will asked, his lips barely leaving my skin as he spoke. I whispered a series of incoherent moans so that he knew I was fine, allowing him to continue his playful assault. A chuckle sounded through the room as Harry’s lips left my neck, he was obviously happy with his ‘work’. “You’re mine” he muttered as he guided me towards a mirror that stood near his bed.

My eyes widened at the sight before me. Facing me stood a girl who looked like me, same outfit, same hair colour, same features, only they were altered slightly. The girls eyes were not the same boring green to mine, but instead they were an emerald green that was enthused with browns and yellow, making them glow. Her lips were full and plump with a dark red twinge to them. Her hair was over her left shoulder, giving whom ever access to her bare neck. The girl pulled her white shirt off of her right shoulder, showing me the full expanse of her neck. A mixture of small and large purple marks scattered her pale skin. The marks on her skin looked like flowers that were growing out from the under the snow, an odd occurrence, but one that was beautiful. The girl in the mirror was smiling, as was the boy that put his arms around her waist. Their beauty was astounding, almost inhuman.