Deception

Chapter 12: Instinct

I hear the alarm in the morning and groan. Jo and Dominique are already applying their makeup and I sit there, lying in bed, not wanting to move.

"Get up lazy butt! We have to go to the multi purpose room and pick up our schedules before the bell rings." Dominique says and I practically roll out of bed. My head feels as if someone has dropped a piano on it, or worse.

I end up wearing and outfit of Jo's because I have completely run out of my own. I am low on money and clothes so I really need to pick up my hours at Koffee Kall.

We enter the MP room practically on the dot at seven.  The line isn't outrageous because there are about five tables handing out the schedules.

When I receive mine I sigh in defeat at the fact that I have singing as my first class.

"My first class isn't til ten, hell yeah!" Jo squeals next to me. I groan.

"Mine is at eight."

"Oh sucks, well what classes do you have at night?" Jo asks.

"My last class is at four. I have Chemistry on Tuesdays and Thursdays. English on Mondays and Wednesdays. Calculus on Friday morning and then singing everyday." I say, overwhelmed.

"Hey, we have English together, woohoo!" Jo says excitedly and I plaster a smile on my face. "I think you have Chemistry with Dominique too. Have fun with that." She says, flipping her hair.

"Well I don't have dance til ten so I am going on a coffee run with a few of the girls. Want me to bring you back something and leave it in the fridge?" Jo asks but I tell her no.

After Jo leaves, I decide to head to the vocal room earlier and find a seat. When I arrive there, the chairs are somewhat scattered. I quietly set my stuff down and walk onto the mini stage. I take a seat on the piano bench.

Suddenly, I know he's here before he even says a word. It almost like I can sense him. My body reacts before I can and I take my hands away from the keyboard and sit silently.

"You don't play anymore." He states, not as a question.

"Let me guess, you were there that night. At the coffee shop downtown? You were watching me weren't you?" I breathe. It does make sense.

"You have a beautiful voice." Harry whispers and in a moment, he takes a seat next to me.

"I am convinced you are stalking me." I whisper and Harry says nothing. He slowly presses down on the G chord and turns to face me with a small grin. I try not to gasp as I take a look at his face.

"Your eye." I murmur, looking down at my hands. I know it was from last night.

"It's okay, I did worse damage to them." he smiles. I feel bad, hallow, for just running away like that. I know those two men were his problem, but I just ran. Like a coward.

It is like Harry reads my mind. "It's okay Charlie. They shouldn't be bugging you again." He says.

"Who were they?" I ask, observing Harry and the dark, purple shadow under his eye.

His body tenses up slightly so I look away, tearing my eyes from his bare chest in his unbuttoned flannel.

"I said they wouldn't be bothering you again." He says sternly and suddenly there is a different harry next to me; this one with a hard face and a heart that may not even be beating.

God it's like fifty shades of Harry, I swear. There's nice Harry, mysterious Harry, asshole Harry, douchebag Harry... I can go on and on.

"Harry." I whisper, but it almost sounds like a cry. His eyes lighten and he looks at me, his eyes burning into my flesh.