Invisible 2 (H.S. AU)

Chapter 3

(A/N: So I've noticed that after I post these chapters, some of the spacing gets deleted in between the words! I can't figure out why but I'll try and fix it when I see it for you guys. Sorry about that but I'm not sure what's going on with Wattpad.)

Victoria's P.O.V:

I opened my eyes and looked around me, disoriented. Where the hell was I? What time was it?

I sat up abruptly as I remembered. I was at Harry's house.

I looked over to see a still-sleeping Harry holding on tightly to my waist.

A sense of calm settled over me as I watched him. He looked like a peaceful, small child and I couldn't help but smile as I brushed his very long hair out of his eyes. His eyes fluttered but he didn't wake up.

A slight smile settled on his face as I turned around and grabbed my phone.

"Oh my god!" I yelled.

Harry jolted awake, falling off the couch in the process.

"What? What happened? What's wrong?" He asked, looking around frantically, tangled in the blanket he must have put over us.

"Harry its 11:30 at night! I have to get home!"

"What?" He asked, jumping up.

He extracted his long legs from the mess of the blanket, which I would have found amusing if I wasn't freaking out.

"Babe, relax. It's too late to take you home now." He said, soothing me.

"What do you mean it's 'too late'?! My mom is going to kill me – she's already called ten times!" I shrieked.

"So just call her and tell her what happened."

"She won't answer. It's late so she'll be asleep by now, and really  mad."

"It's okay, just tell her what happened and stay the night with me." He cooed.

"No Harry." I said flatly. As badly as I wanted to stay the night with him I just thought it was..... Wrong. It was too intimate.

"Please baby?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

"Harry..." I groaned. I refused to look into those green eye of his or I would cave for sure. "I don't have anything to sleep in and all of my stuff is at home. It's going to be way too uncomfortable to sleep in jeans," I whined.

My heart was beating in my throat at the thought of spending the night with him. I would absolutely love to hear his slow breathing in my ear and feel him holding me as I slept. But I just wasn't that type of girl.

"You could always take the jeans off," he bargained softly, slinging his rough fingers over my smooth skin.

I felt goosebumbs raise on my arms from his feather-light touch.

"I have a shirt you can wear. I think it might look good on you. But I think you would look even better with all of this off." He tugged lightly at my shirt.

"Is that what you want? To get me in your bed so you can see me naked? Is that what this is all about Harry?" I challenged, getting angry. What a typical guy. I swear to God if he was using me....

"What? No! I said you didn't have to take everything off! Why is that the first conclusion you jump to?!" He asked, pulling back from me.

I could see the storm brewing from behind his eyes and I could feel the fight coming on.

I could also feel the panic of being laughed at. Just imagine... he sees me- all  of me for the very first time. What if all of this is a joke? What if he laughs?  I know he's going to laugh, I mean look at me. I'm not as small as Stefanie, and I'm not as pretty. What if he is trying to compare us? Maybe he wants to get a good look at all of me so he can see if he made a mistake. We haven't been dating that long... I'm not looking to go too far with him... What if...