My Dangerous Prince

Chapter 13

It was a week later and me and Harry were doing just fine. No one in Jonathan's gang had bothered us, but that didn't stop Harry from being paranoid. He never left me alone, even at night. Every night after he dropped me off he'd climb in my window, avoiding my mother, and stay the night with me.

I wasn't complaining about Harry being with me all the time, I was how he had changed so much. He had always been dark and brooding, but now it was worse then I had ever seen before. He didn't talk as much, just stared at me thinking that if he looked away I would disappear. I missed the old Harry, my harry. The one who made cheeky comments and smiled at all my embarrassing moments. He didn't do any of that anymore. He was just sort of...blank.

I noticed Harry watching me from across the room, my headphones in as I hummed along to the song and worked through the homework in front of me.

"What?" I asked noticing the slight smile he had on his face. It wasn't enough to reveal his dimples, but more then I had gotten all week.

He shrugged. "You look adorable right now."

I felt my cheeks heat as I smiled back at him. For a moment I thought I had gotten my Harry back, but I saw how wrong I was when his smile dropped as if it were never there and he walked over to the window.

I sighed. I was getting tired if him doing this. I felt like all he was anymore was just a person sent to watch over me so I didn't get hurt. No one would ever guess that he was so much more.

Placing my pencil on my book, I slowly stood up and walked to Harry where he stood gripping the windowsill, back to me. When I reached him, I hesitated before reaching out and gliding my palms up the tightened muscles of his arms, watching them loosen beneath my touch. When I reached his shoulder blades, I trailed my hands down his back and around his front. With my arms around his torso I leaned my head on his back.

"Alyssa." His voice was strained and apologetic.

"It's okay." I whispered into the thin material of his black tee shirt.

We stayed like that for a while, just standing there, until he spun around wrapping his arms tightly around me, his head burying into my hair.

I smiled to myself. "I've missed you."

"I know, I'm sorry baby. I've just been so scared of what could happen to you." He said and kissed my forehead.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes finally not feeling so alone anymore. "I'm not going anywhere."

Harry's forehead was pressed to mine when he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, so softly I could barely feel it, but it had the same effect. Wanting more I reached up, pulled his face to mine and kissed him with force, shocking him at first. Having this been the most meaningful contact he had given me all week, neither if us held back. His hand slid around my waist, pulling me as close as I could possibly get. My hands, which were still on his cheeks, slid up into his dark curls, tugging and receiving an appreciative groan from Harry. Just as his fingers started to skim over the exposed skin above my waistband, his phone buzzed.

Harry made his annoyance obvious when I pulled away. "You should get that."

He rolled his eyes before reaching behind him and pulling out his phone. Before putting it to his ear, I saw the name flash across the screen. Marcus. I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Yeah?" He asked rubbing his temple.

I could hear talking on the other line, but couldn't make out what was being said.

"I can't right now. I'm busy." Harry replied, taking deep breathes.

There was a long pause as the person on the other line spoke.