Protect you.

Chapter 4

The familiar beep sound of my phone woke me from my dreams, dreams of green eyes and curly hair, tattoos and a lip piercing. I grabbed my phone and turned of the alarm to see that I was actually on time. I stretched before getting out of bed, stopping my body from being so tense and walked over to my bathroom, carrying my towel and razor.

I climbed into the shower and turned on the water, feeling the warm droplets cascade over my body. I picked up my shampoo and began to was my hair, the smell of berries waking me up and lifting my apparently grumpy mood.

After I was done in the shower I got dressed, picking out a blain black cami top, denim shorts and black lace underwear. I didn’t mind not wearing fancy clothes but I liked having nice underwear, I think it made me feel better about my self as I wasn’t skinny nor fat, but I did have curves. Or as my mother said a ‘womanly figure’. I got changed and went to my mirror taking out a few things from my make up bag. I opened my eyes as wide as I could and began to do long strokes of mascara on my lashes; I then put on concealer and brushed my now dry hair, my natural waves became slightly more defined. With one final glance in the mirror, I walked down the stairs to an empty living room and dinning room. I then wandered to the kitchen, now certain that my mother wasn’t there. I smiled at my self for being correct.

I noticed a small yellow post-it note on the fridge. Intrigued, I decided to read it.

Morning Fleur,

I hope you slept well. As you can see I’m not at home, I’m at a conference this morning and won’t be back home until late this evening. I know you didn’t eat dinner last night, so I made you pancakes (in the cupboard). Get a take away tonight; money is on the kitchen side.

Love Mum x

 I stuck the note back onto the fridge and riffled through the cupboards for my pancakes, my hunger was now noticeable. I sat down with the pancakes and checked my phone. Crap! It was already 8:25 and my bus was coming in ten minutes. Quickly finishing my pancakes, I rushed upstairs and brushed my teeth and got my school bag. Running to the door I picked up my bus fair and keys, and jumped out side. The air was a bit chilly as it was late march but the sun was still shinning so I decided against wearing a coat. I slammed my door and headed for the bus stop.

I didn’t miss the bus thankfully and so I arrived at school on time, still leaving me with enough time to go on the computers or just go on my phone until my teacher arrived. Megan wasn’t in my form, so I pretty much just kept to my self to prevent any annoyances. I was walking to form, when I heard a door open. I carried on walking, assuming that it was just a teacher. “Fleur” a deep voice whispered. I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen by the voice. I had heard it before. “Fleur, come here.” The voice was ringing through my ears, as though I was under their command. I turned and shuffled my feet in the direction of the speaker, only to be lead to the cleaner’s cupboard. It felt like I was in a horror film; someone called me and led me into a dark room.

My breathing became irregular and heavier as I walked through the door to the cupboard, the possibilities of what was going to happen were rushing through my mind. I walked further into the pitch black room, there was just a small gap of light that was coming through the still open door. I was only able to make out a few objects: a mop, a broom and a few pots that were scattered on various shelves, thankfully nothing dangerous. A loud bang caused me to turn around to face the door, which had been closed. I heard the foot steps of someone; they grew louder and seemed to be coming closer. I ran to the door, trying to pry it open, but I failed as it had been locked. The footsteps were coming closer to me again, making their way over to the door. I was about to scream, when the light was turned on, making the unknown clear.

It was Harry. He locked me in the bloody cupboard and frightened me death. I shuddered with relief: although I didn’t want to be there with Harry, at least it wasn’t some murderer. He stood there smirking, acknowledging my fear. He looked even better than he did yesterday. His hair was now dishevelled and out of his face, His emerald orbs now dark with emotion- hatred? Lust? His lips were a soft pink, seeming to be very inviting. Harry wore a plain black t-shirt, black skinny jeans and white converse. His clothes were complimentary to his dark tattoos, making the brighter ones appear to be brighter. I again noticed his lip piercing just as he went to hold it between his teeth, as if showing it off. “Harry, what are you doing here?” I asked, confusion now over taking my earlier fear. He walked closer to me, causing me to back up into the door, but he didn’t stop nor did he answer my question. He just continued to walk closer to me, until our bodies were only centimetres apart. “Harry, what are you doing” he began to stare at my lips, his eyes transfixed on them as they made shapes for different words. “I want you.” He stated as though it was obvious.

“You what?”

“I want you” he said matter-of-factly. I bit my lip, wanting him to explain himself.

“Fleur, stop” he whispered. I could feel his hot breath fan over my skin, he smelt very alluring of musk, sandal wood and cinnamon. It was heavenly.

“Stop what?” I bit my lip harder, unsure as to what I was meant to stop.

“Stop biting your lip” he began to move his body even closer to mine until there was no space between us. His eyes became darker still.

“What?Why?” I questioned, now slightly irritated by his demanding.

“Because if you don’t then I’ll do this!” I was about to ask what he meant, when his lips crashed into mine.  They moved ferociously against mine as he pushed his body against me, forcing me against the door. At first I didn’t react, unsure of what to do. He then started kissing me harder, so I kissed him back. It was amazing. My stomach  began to explode with butterflies and I could feel that my knees were about to buckle. I was thankful that our close proximity was holing me up. Our lips moved in sync as my hands travelled to his hair, slowly tugging it. He groaned as he began to move his lips from mine to my neck, sprinkling light kisses over my neck and collar bone. I closed my eyes as he kissed below my ear.

 People say that when something feels right everything just clicks into place. That’s what was happening. The empty hole that was my heart was now beginning to change. It was as though the house with no entrance or exit got 1 single window. That window may have been too high to reach, but it was still something. That single window still allowed a small slither of light to escape into the blackened house, giving it hope.

His kisses became rougher and transformed into sucking whilst his hips began to nove against mine, torturously slow. The sucking hurt a bit, but his grinding was beginning to get to much for me. I could feel the cool metal of his labret from his lip piercing, rub against my skin, almost as if it was soothing is lustrous assault. 

Suddenly, he pulled away and shook his head. His curls bouncing. I began breathing deeply to try and catch my breath, but nothing would happen as my mouth suddenly began very dry and rough.

“Thanks Fleur” Harry laughed as he rushed for the door. My heart began to ache with realisation as to what he did. The houses single window began to shrink and crack.