Fiendish

Chapter 52

I love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do...

-Melanie Martinez, Training Wheels

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Carmen's Pov.

I sat at my desk, typing away on my computer until I was finished with my essay. Even though I had no classes tomorrow, I still didn't want to put all my work off until the last minute. With that said, I finished my paper, looking over it for any errors, and pressed print. I let out a sigh and looked away from the computer screen to the sleeping man in my bed.

A small smile graze my mouth as I watched Harry. He was sprawled out along my bed and his hair up in his face. His body was so relaxed as he slept under my blanket. He slept on his side and didn't have a shirt on so I couldn't help but get lost just looking at his perfection. As I watched him, the memories from last night came flooding back. I blushed and pulled my knees to my chest.

Last night...was amazing. The fair was spectacular and I couldn't get Harry's smile out of my head. The way his eyes lit up and the way he tried to hide his full blown smile. The way he smiled down at me when he thought I wasn't looking made me feel so special in his eyes. The night was amazing, especially when he told me he loved me when we were riding the Ferris wheel. How cliché of him...sorta.

A huge smile broke out along my lips and I buried my face in my knees, feeling like a little girl when I smiled this big. I was surprised, so surprised when he told me he loved me, and was a huge mess. I cried on his chest and couldn't stop hearing his voice in my head, telling me he loved me. Once he said those words I felt so relieved and happy. As soon as he said those words I just wanted to give him everything.

I blushed at the thought of what else Harry and I did last night. Or rather what we almost did. It was crazy thinking back to it. When I was in Harry's arms, I wasn't worried about anything nor was I thinking. I wasn't afraid of what was to come and I felt so cherished and loved. To me, everything was just so surreal. I couldn't believe it. I wonder, if Harry and I did end up...doing that, would I have even thought about what was happening? Would I think everything was perfect or would I over think things again? Would I regret it or revel in it afterwards?

I looked down at Harry's huge shirt on my small frame and sniffed it. His shirt smelled like lavender and I smiled as the sweet, herbal scent filled my nose.

"You're smelling my shirt?" I looked up to see Harry's tired, green eyes open and on me. He wore a small smirk and had a bad case of bed head. "Cute, but strange, princess."

I blushed and smirked at him. "You're shirt smells like lavender," I told him, "It's nice."

Harry let out a low laugh and plopped his head back down onto my pillow. He still had a small smile on his face and he was so freaking cute.

"Why lavender?" Harry asked and I dropped my knees.

"Because," I said, "you have, like, a floral scent with other herbs-"

Harry let out a laugh and stretched his arms. His laugh was deep and raspy. It was so smooth and I knew I'd never get over it. His smile was what I strived to accomplish everyday because making him smile was so important to me.

"Come here." Harry said sitting up and I kept myself from rushing into his arms. I calmly stood up from my chair and walked over to him. He now sat at the edge of my bed and pulled me to stand in between his legs. He rested his large, warm hands on the back of my thighs and I held myself from shivering. I wrapped my arms around his neck.