Only You {h.s}

Chapter Nine

Harry's POV

Thank fuck it's Friday.  This week has been horrible.  I've had to fire three people.  Why can't anyone just do what they're told?

Like Meredith.  She should've listened to me when I told her she couldn't leave.  Then she wouldn't have gone to that party.  She would be fine.  This is my fault.

She's been locked in her room since that night, since I kissed her.  God, what was I thinking?  She's so fragile right now.  I had no business doing that.  I just can't seem to think straight around her.

Every time I look at her big eyes I notice the specks of innocence left.  There isn't much.  But no matter what she thinks, she has hope.  I can see it.

I feel like she's slipping through my fingers.  Nobody knows how much I thought about her when I went to New York.  I missed her in the strangest of ways.  Sometimes I just imagined the way her nose scrunches up when she laughs or the way her tongue pokes out of her mouth a little when she's concentrating. 

I didn't even realize I had feelings for Meredith until I was gone.  I definitely had the urge to protect her beforehand and I didn't understand what made me care so much.  But now I get it.

The first time I saw her again seems like forever ago, but it has only been a few weeks.  She walked into the kitchen in the middle of Louis telling me about his students.  Nothing but her mattered. 

I love the way she blushed as soon as she saw me.  She seemed shy, timid.  I took in her appearance, smirking at her little skirt and thigh highs.  It was like she knew exactly how to please me without even trying.  I could've taken her over my knee right there though; she shouldn't be dressed like that for anyone but Daddy.

Daddy. 

I crave to hear that word escape her pretty little mouth.  I could teach her so many things.  Closing my eyes, I imagine her whimpering beneath me, begging for me.  I can already tell how responsive she would be to my touch and it makes my pants tighten.

I push these thoughts out of my head, knowing I have to go slow with her.  I need her to trust me.  I want her to be mine and I can't have her thinking I only want her for sex.  She's worth so much more than that.

I pull my car into the driveway, hoping Meredith won't be up in her room again.  It isn't good for her to be so isolated.  I want to talk to her, but every time I actually see her, Louis is there. 

Not only is he being a fucking cockblock, but he's getting in the way of what could be an amazing relationship.  All I've ever wanted was to be there for her.

I hear a noise coming from the kitchen when I walk in the house.  Meredith has her back towards me when I get into the room.  I take a moment to look at her. 

She looks absolutely adorable.  Her hair falls down her back in slightly messy waves and she's practically drowning in a big sweatshirt.  My eyes trail down her body and see her wearing leggings that make her ass almost impossible not to stare at.  I remind myself to focus on talking to her rather than the things I'd like to do to her.

I clear my throat and Meredith spins on her fuzzy sock covered feet to face me.  Her wide eyes follow my hand as I reach up, loosening my tie.  I almost smirk at the way she blushes, but I decide to say something instead.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah," she says almost inaudibly. 

We move into the living room and sit on the couch, waiting to see who would speak first.