Rise

Chapter 15

oMFG in after ((I'm sure a lot of you are reading that fanfic)) and the new character is RILEY idk i don't want you guys to think I'm copying After, I'm not and I actually typed up the first 20 chapters a month or two before i published them and I'm not trying to get all defensive or whatever you want to call it, but I just want to clear things up really quickly.

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I decide to lead Harry out of my room.

Last time we were in the same bed together I ended up being violated.

We sit on the couch, he motions for me to sit with him.

I sigh and move next to him.

He pulls me onto his lap, my cheeks heat up with the swift actions.

I guess Harry does enjoy cuddling.

I want to kiss him so badly, but I keep to myself.

I hate these strange emotions I have towards him, I just lost my innocence sort of and now I want to kiss him.

We sit, his arms wrapped around me.

We discuss tomorrows plans, what we'll do when we'll do them.

"Maybe I can fit you on the list of things to do." Harry teases.

I slap his arm. "Shut up!"

I get up from Harry's lap, he whines as I walk away.

"I still have work to catch up on, I've missed a few days."

Harry snickers as I dig through my bag, looking for my work.

I lay on the floor, realizing I'd need a textbook to complete the work.

"Harry do you have your books with you?"

He nods, eyeing my body.

I sit up. "Can you get them pleeeaaaasseee?" I beg.

Harry smiles. "Fine, I'll be back, they're in my car."

Harry gets up and steps over me.

If people saw Harry and I together they'd think we've dated for months, years even.

Are we even dating? It doesn't feel like it, yet it should.

It shocks me to think it hasn't even been a full 24 hours.

I sit up against the tiny couch, waiting for Harry's return.

I hear the door click, feet steps leading into the room I'm in.

Harry's arms are full with large text books the size of Uganda.

I fucking slap myself mentally, why did I make him do that if it's raining?

His hair is slightly wet, it's not raining that badly as I had thought.

"Thank you." I say awkwardly, he hands me the books.

I open the book, I hate school and I hate home work but I have to do this so I can afford my future.

The words in the pages jumble in my head, all I can think about is Harry and I.

Harry has never striked me as perverted and dirty minded, but in the last few hours it is coming off that way.

Other people see him as a pervert and a man whore because of stupid rumors, at least that's what he's told me.

Maybe it's true, maybe he is a man whore, all I know is that he is definitely a pervert.

I try to keep my mind off of subject relating to Harry, but I can't.