Chanelle's P.O.V
I wake up to a loud bang that I believe came from downstairs. I roll over to my side and Harry is gone and it is 1:30 a.m. I debate on weather or not to go downstairs and see what the sound was. But I get up to go check it out.
I walk to the edge of the staircase and look into the living room. Nothings there. Then look and see that the kitchen light is on and Harry is standing by the stove in nothing but underwear. 'He is so sexy!' I think.
"I know I am." Harry says and then I realize I just said that aloud. crap.
"What are you making?" I ask.
"Some spaghetti." He says.
"At 1:30 in the morning!!!" I say and walk over to him. He chuckles and walks over to the sink and drains the pasta.
"Yep I was hungry, I got enough for you to." Harry says while taking out 2 plates and piling them with pasta and tomato sauce.
"Looks yummy!" I say and grab the plate he prepared for me.
"Not as yummy as you look." He says, he is such a flirt.
I don't say anything and we eat our spaghetti in comfortable silence. He is honestly a good cook.
I take his and my plate and start to wash them. I pour some soap onto them and get one of those spongy things and scrub them til' there clean.
I put the dishes away and hopped up on the counter top and began to talk to harry.
"So what do you want to do." I ask and Harry acts like he's thinking.
"You." He says and comes and stand in the middle of my legs. His hands are on my thighs. He began tracing circles up and down my leg. His touch gave me a tingling sensation. He leans in and places his smooth luscious lips onto mine. He asks for a entrance but I decide to tease him. I thought that he would go straight for the ass grab to make me open but he had a different idea, he grabbed and squeezed my boob. I gasped and took that as his chance to slip his tongue into mine. Every time we kissed it was like the first time. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was trying to deepen the kiss. He picked me up and walked up the stairs never breaking the kiss. When we did get into his room he kicked the door closed with his foot. He walk over to the bed and dropped me unto it, I scooted back til' I bumped into the headboard. He took off his shirt and pants as well. Suddenly a wave of nervousness took over me. I really didn't want to loose my v-card to him...atleast not yet. He began to take off my shirt but I stopped him. He gave me a strage look.
"What's wrong?" He asked. I looked away from him. He got off the bed and just looked at me.
"I-i'm not ready Harry.." I say expecting him to say something.
"GO!" He yells and I am taken back. I get up slowly. I begin to walk to the door and take one last look at him.
"And when I say leave, I don't mean just my room. I mean to leave my house!" He yells. He can't be serious it is like 2:00 in the morning. Tears overwhelm my eyes and I run into the guest room and gather my things as quickly as I could.
I look up and see Harry, I am expecting to hear him say he is sorry and doesn't mean what he just said but I am wrong.
"Don't ever think about coming back here again." He says and I push past him and run down stairs. I bust through the front door and just run. Every thing is just a blur and I don't even know where I am running to.
My feet are beginning to hurt and I just keep on going and eventually reach the ghetto side of town. Oh no.
I make my into an ally way. I know what your thinking what is wrong with this bitch? She gonna get killed! I honestly don't care at this moment all I want to do is curl up into a ball and just cry my life away. So that's exactly what I do.
I find a corner by a big dumpster and bring my knees up to my face. Harry has already put me through a lot of pain and we aren't even really dating. I wish I could just pack up all my things and move away from him, or he could be a gentle men and move countries...but we are talking about Harry the heartless, piece of crap, who is a little punk. Why did I have to meet Harry in the first place, or least he could have been the nice, sweet, kid who didn't break my heart ever 5 seconds.
I am tired of thinking about him and decide to fall asleep. I lean my head against the nasty dumpster and take one last sniffle before shutting my eyes. It couldn't be that bad out here, I am in a corner and no one can see me. I will just put that thought in the back of my head and went into a somewhat peaceful sleep.
---------------4 hours later----------------
"Chanelle is that you?" I hear a voice but I can't make out who it is.
The figure comes closer and the person walks closer. He looks bewildered when he sees me. I guess any one would if they saw a teenage girl in pj's sleeping in a corner by a dumpster.
"What are you doing here?" The guy asks and he finally register in my head. I should have expected to see him around these parts of town. I get up and walk closer to......
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CLIFF HANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS??? HARRY, A PUSSY, LIAM, WHO KNOWS?
WELL I KNOW I SAID THAT I WOULD UPDATE YESTERDAY BUT I GOT BUSY WATCHING 1D VIDEOS.....SOO SORRY! AND I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY SHORT BUT I WANTED IT TO BE A CLIFF HANGER. ^.^
I WILL TRY AND UPDATE TOMORROW BUT TOMORROW IS MY DAY TO UPDATE TO UPDATE ME AND MY BESTIES STORY WE WROTE TOGETHER. YOU SHOULD CHECK IT OUT IT IS CALLED "1D Preferences!!( And Marcel)" SO DON'T BE AFRAID TO CHECK IT OUT!
DUECES!!!!!!!!! LOV YA'S
-stevee ^.^
