Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 17

Harry and I went back to my house as soon as the movie ended. It was about 6:00 in the evening as we were currently in the kitchen, figuring out what we wanted to have for dinner.

Harry went through the fridge to find something we can possibly cook. After minutes of searching, Harry picked up a box of macaroni shells in one hand, and a package of sausage.

" What about this?" He asked as he turned towards me where I was sitting at one of the bar stools. I nodded as I got up and pulled out the pans. I sat them on top of the black electric stove and set the heating to medium high.

I watched Harry as he cooked the sausage. He poured some sort of oil in the pan that made it sizzle like crazy. I smirked as I saw him swishing the pieces of meat around on the pan.

" I didn't know you could cook." I said surprised.

He smiled. He looked over at me and then the pan that had the macaroni. " I think you need water in the pan if you want to cook those."

I looked down at the pan in front of me. I saw that the hard shells were being cooked without any water. I blushed.

" I'm not the best when it comes to cooking." I said embarrassed. I moved some stray hairs away from my face and stucked them behind my ear.

" It's fine, Faith. I can cook them both. It's no problem." Harry replied as he flipped the pieces of sausage.

" No no no. I wanna learn how to cook this at least so I won't always have to rely on you or my mum to cook for me." I said sternly as I picked up the pan and moved it off the stove.

" Here, lemme see the pan and I'll help you." He held out his hand as I put the handle of the pan in his palm. He brought the pan to the sink and filled half of it with water. He carefully placed it back on the stove top.

He poured a yellow- orangeish powdery substance into the pan. He looked over at me and waved for me to come over to where he was standing. I did as told and waited for Harry to give me intructions.

" Just mix this for a couple of minutes and let it boil."

I nodded my head. " Okay, it can't be possible to mess that up, right?" I said unsurely.

" One could only hope..." He chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at him as I hit his arm.

I took his spot next to pot with the macaroni shells in it and began stirring in small circles.

I felt Harry's stare on me to see if I was doing it right. He stopped moving the sausage and went behind me. I felt his warm heated body touch mine.

" No, babe. Like this." He sat his head on my shoulder.

He placed his hand gently on top of my small one that held the spoon. The warmth from his hand radiated on top of mine. It sent little tingles through my hand and fingers. He used a different strategy to stir the substance in the pan. He nuzzled his face into my neck, his nose slightly tickling as I giggled.

" Stop it, Harry. Your gonna make me burn the house down." I said as I tried focusing on the boiling food.

" Not if I'm here, baby." He whispered in his cute raspy voice as he spoke into my ear. My whole body shuttered when he called me 'baby' or 'babe'. He's so cute when he calls me names like that. But right now, I'm focused on eating soon.

" Stop that." I tried saying seriously, but it ended up being formed in a slight giggle. His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke.

" Stop what?"

" Stop calling me 'baby'. I'm trying to focus on cooking. And you should too since you had the sausage on the stov-" I paused as I looked over to see the sausage pieces on a plate on the counter.

I could feel his smirk spreading across his face behind me. " You can't focus when I whisper sweet nothings in your ear?" He chuckled a bit.

" Wut. No.." I replied extremely fast.

" Then why'd you say it?" He placed his hands softly on my waist as his body pressed lightly on to the back of mine.

He's making me go crazy right now. I can't help but shiver at the touch. " I think I heard your phone ring from upstairs." I said, trying to change the subject.

" My phone is in my pocket." He kissed the skin on my jawline right below my ear. His lips lingered on the skin. My breathing accelarated. Feeling his soft lips on my skin felt nice. Jesus, I can't stand this torture.

His hands rubbed up and down the skin of my sides, barely bunching up the shirt I was wearing. His tongue, very gently, glided up from the bottom of my neck to my ear. He bit softly on my ear. My eyes fluttered closed, slowly stopping the spinning spoon in the pan from loosing focus.

" You're so beautiful, Faithlyn." He whispered in my ear once again.

It was little things like this that I loved the most. He was so loving and gentle now that we are together. His hugs, kiss, touch, and stare was all so gentle. Yet, when I met him he was everything but gentle. I guess I mistaked him for something he's not.

" Y'know I would want you to continue, but the water in this pan is about to overflow." I say as I glare at the boiling pan. I turned off the stove as the water started to bubble a bit less.

I suddenly felt cold as I no longer felt Harry's warmth. I was a bit sad but at least he's staying here again tonight. I love cuddling into his bare chest. It was always comforting and put myself at ease.

As soon as the macaroni shells and sausage were at the small little glass table, Harry and I started to eat in silence. It wasn't awkward or anything, we were both just starving.

Harry had eaten everything off of his plate. As he looked over at me, he scrunched his eye brows together. I was confused of why he gave me that look, but then I looked down at my plate and saw that I had barely touched anything on it.

" Faith, are you okay? You haven't eaten very much today." He scanned my face to find an answer, but he couldn't find anything.

" I usually don't eat very often. It's just how I have always been." I explain to him, trying to convince him that nothing is wrong with me.

" I saw how you used to eat, Faith. You used to eat like I do." He smirked. I'm not sure if I am suppose to be offended by that or not.

" I feel fine, Harry. Nothing's wrong. I promise." I put my hand over his, reassuring him that I am alright.

" Alright, babe. But if anything is wrong, you can always tell me and I can try and fix it." He says as he folds his fingers inbetween the cracks of mine. He squeezes my hand and kisses me gently on my lips. The tingles have came back but it spread through my lips.



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" Would you pick a movie already?" I said a little harshly to Harry. I was currently sitting on the couch as Harry was on the floor next to a cabinet filled with movies under the TV.

Harry doesn't say a word. But I can hear a small chuckle as he pops a movie in the dvd player. He walks back over to the couch and sits next to me.

" What movie did you put in?" I ask.

Harry looks towards me and smirks. He placed his hands on my thighs and pulled me on to his lap so I was staddling him, me gasping for air in the process.

" I didn't put one in." He said while biting his bottom lip and looking at my lips. Shivers go down my body.

" What are you planning to do?" I ask as I slightly grind my crotch against his. Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he groaned with the pressure that was between us.

" To you? A lot of things..." He breathes out heavily as I continue to grind my crotch in to him. I suddenly felt a growing bulge in the place wear I grinded into him.

" What are you going to do to me?" I whispered in his ear.

I began kissing his neck, sucking every once in a while. I swirled my tongue gently on his neck as he moaned louder.

" Baby, I'd rather show you what I'm going to do to you."

At this point, both of us were panting hard. The grinding had become slow and hard.

" I'll do whatever you want me to do to you.." He pants.

I stopped what I was doing and started walking towards the stairs. I turned around and saw Harry was confused. I wiggled my finger for him to follow me and that's exactly what he did.

I climbed up on to the bed as Harry watched me intently, biting on his bottom lip. God, he needs to stop doing that. He takes off his shirt and his V line and happy trail always catches my eye first.

He could tell that I was staring as I looked up at his face and saw a smirk formed clear on his face.

" What do you want me to do to you?" He asked seductively and lowly as he walked towards the bed.

" I want-"

I was rudely interrupted by a ringing phone. Harry sighed in disappointment. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the ringing phone from his jeans and looked at the caller ID.

His eyes widened. He looked up at me. " I'll be right back." He walks out of the room and I can hear his feet patting down the stairs. He must be in the living room.

What could be so important? He just dropped everything that he was doing.

What if it's another girl? What if it's the drug dealer from the alley?

I have to know who it is.

I hopped off the bed and made my way to the closed door. I turn the knob very slowly and quietly.

I successfully make it out of the room without Harry hearing me. I can hear Harry's voice more clearly. I take a few steps towards the stairs, but decide not to got down because they squeak quite a bit.

I lay my back flat against the wall as I peak to see where he is at at the moment. Good thing he is faced the other way while talking to someone on the other line.

I started to listen carefully.

" I can't tonight."

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" because.."

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" because I'm with Faithlyn right now."

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" I can't do that to her. You know I can't.

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" No, I'm not bringing her with us."

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" She would be horrified."

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" I'm not gonna do that. Not unless she wants to."

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" I can't tell her."

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" I'll tell her later."

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" Alright. Bye."

He hangs up the phone.

What the fuck? He's keeping secrets from me? What the fuck does he have to hide?

At this point, I am pissed. But I am cut off in my thoughts as Harry speaks to me.

" Faith? What are you doing?" He asked. A bit wide eyed to see me outside the room.

" Who was on the phone?" I ask, sounding a bit more pissed than I wanted.

He stays silent as he crosses his arms and looks down at the floor. I can tell he was deciding wether to tell me or not.

" That's none of your business."

" I think it is my business when the whole conversation was a about me." I clench my teeth. I am trying very hard to hold back my knee from colliding with Harry's balls.

" Babe, we weren't talking about you." He whines as he tries to hug me. But I move around him so he doesn't touch me. I look at him straight faced with my arms crossed over my chest. I can't believe he's lying to me.

He looks at me with hurt eyes. " Really Faith?" He almost whispers.

" I'm serious, Harry. What is it that your hiding me from?"

He sighs, but stays silent while he thinks. Right now, I'm infuriated and storm in the room. I pull the covers back on the bed and sink into the comforter.

I'm done with this right now. If he doesn't tell me what's going on, I'm not talking to him.

I try my hardest to go to sleep and forget about this. All of the sudden I feel the bed dip down and know that Harry was going to bed too. At least I hope so.

I feel his arm lay across my waist and try to pull me closer. I successfully stick to my spot on the bed like glue. I pry his arm off of me and drop it next to him.

" Faithlyn, come on, don't be like this." He almost begged.

I stayed silent and shut my eyes tighter. Why won't he just tell me?!

" You don't need to know everything about my life, ya know." He kept speaking. " No need to be a bitch and ignore me like a child." He spat at my back.

I flared my nostrils and tried not to slap the living shit out of him, cause I know that old Harry might come back to abuse me.

" I don't want to tell you cause I know that you'll overreact." He says a bit my calmly.

I finally speak up. " I won't overreact." I flip over to face Harry and look straight through the sparkling green eyes. My stomach is doing twists and twirls as Harry and I just stare at each other.

He holds out his pinky in front of me. " Promise?"

I smile at the gesture and lace my pink with his, " Promise."

" Well, you know Bradley, right?" He asked nervously.

Flashes of pictures of his face popped into my head. " Yes?"

" Well Bradley and I have these friends outside of school." He paused.

" And?"

" There's about eight of us and-" I interrupted Harry, already wanting to ask questions.

" What do you mean us?" I asked very intruiged.

" This group of people called the 351Force. They know about you and they have been wanting me to bring you to see if you were interested in joining. But I told them that I am not bringing you because it's too dangerous for you." He explained.

I was giving myself time to process this. Harry and Bradley and six other people want me to join a gang? " You're in a gang." I state as a fact, not a question for him to answer.

" Yeah, kind of." He said nervously biting his lip.

" The drug dealer. Is he part of this?"

" Yeah."

All of this was slowly making sense to me now.

" How long have you been in this thing?" I look him in the eyes, looking for the answer but not finding anything.

" Almost a year." I wasn't very shocked by that answer. I figured he would have at least been in it since he started high school.

" Your taking me there." I demand, not letting him have a choice.

" I can't do that, Faith." He says sternly with a little bit of anger in his eyes.

" Why not?"

He looks at my lips. I now notice how close our faces were and looked down at his too. He sets his lips on top of mine. My eyes closing slightly. It wasn't very long until he pulled away. We were both a little bit out of breath. We opened our eyes and stared at each other.

" I don't want you do this and get hurt." He says looking straight into my eyes. He was so caring over me.

" Harry, you aren't my father. I can do what I want, and I want you to take me there." I say, trying my hardest not to sound rude.

" But I am your boyfriend, and I don't want you to get involved in these kind of things." He says back with a little bit of hurt shown on his face.

" You can't protect me from everything Harry." I frown.

" But I can try." He says kissing my forehead after he speaks.

" We're missing school so you can take me where it is this gang thing is at." I poke his chest with my index finger.

" You're not going to listen to anything I say, are you?" He says straight faced.

" I just want to see what this is that you are doing."

" Alright. I'll take you there tomorrow." He sighs, giving up on changing my mind.

" Thank you." I say kissing his nose. A smile crept on his face but faded away quite fast.

I lay on my head on his warm, bare chest. His arms pulled me closer and relaxed on my back. My legs tangled together with his. His whole body was giving me warmth.

I feel like I could lay like this forever. It was so comfortable when Harry would sleep in my bed. His touch gave me warmth and I loved it.

" Good night, Harry."

" Good night, Faith."