Denial

ch. 29

"Don't make me go in" I groan looking at Em with a pleading look. She's chuckles and grabs my shoulders giving me a light shake.

"It's back to reality princess" she says with a wink as she brings me into a hug then planting a light kiss on my forehead.

"Text me later babe" she says while waving away towards her cab.

Joy.

The flight was nice. We were all in a good place with each other so it was peaceful. Harry though, he's been a bit weird. He hasn't said a word to me since the day at the coffee shop, He only replies with a small nod or a hum. I've been meaning to ask him if I had done something wrong the whole flight, but I had the gut feeling that I didn't want to know the answer.

As I walk through the gates of the castle, I hear someone's suitcase roll next to me followed by a light cough. I look over to the one and only, the man himself, Harry.

Did I ever mention how beautiful his face is structured? His green eyes rimmed in yellow complement his peach completion. His dimples appear with the slightest word or expression he makes. His long brown curls cascade his face making him brush his fingers through his hair every so often. Oh and how could I forget about those pink, small yet plump lips? Oh the things those lips could achieve . Dreamy really, no wonder I get occasional wet dreams, that I've come to terms with.

"Had a good time yeah?" He asks as we walk through the double doors of the dark and empty castle.

I shrug, "Miami was beautiful, I just- wish things could've occurred differently" I sigh biting my lip. He looks over, his eyes almost stare into my soul, legitimatly.

"Uh, so you and Em. Everything going well?" I ask, I really don't know why I'm asking. I don't want to know.

"You can say that. We, aren't a thing you know? Just took her out on a date was all" he says with a shrug. We make it into the gold room.

I look over and laugh. Mhm, just someone you took out on a date, sure.

"You forgot the part were you, oh I don't know, fucked her??" I whisper quite loudly. He chuckles while looking at the golden tile.

"Talk any louder could you?" He says.

"Well it's true" I mumble to myself.

"Aw is little miss Scarlett jealous that handsome Harry didn't fuck her instead" he taunts with banter.

As if. I say to myself in disgust.

You do have wet dreams Scarlett.

Oh shush.

"Don't flatter yourself styles. I had my own boy toy in Miami, so my needs were fulfilled" I say as a matter of factly. I smile to myself and look at him sticking out my tongue playfully.

He smirked, "Oh is that so?" He asks.

"As a matter of act, yes. And might I say, he was rather good as well. Very great with that tongue of his ." I say with a wink making my way ahead of him and leaving him with wide eyes on his own.

I smirk to myself. Well played Scarlett.

I don't bother checking in with the queen. She wasn't there to great me, so I'm pretty sure she either forgot the date of my arrival, or she was just too busy. Like always.

When I walk into my room, it all feels new. I feel like I'm invading someone else's space, I don't feel like the same Scarlett before the trip to Miami. I don't feel the anger and negativity that I used too. I unpack my things and look over to my phone. 10:37 pm, jet lag is finally hitting me. I feel so tired and I get the sensation as if I'm on a rocking boat. I get over my nightly routine that consists of a long warm bath in the dark with candles lit with a light wine. When I'm finished, it's 12:01am. When I said a long bath, I meant a LONG bath.

I rap myself in a white towel as well as a towel on my hair. I walk over to the mirror and apply my moisturizer and body lotion. After I make sure that I smell like pomegranate and spring flowers, I change into my pink silk night gown.

I let my hair down and shake the towel roughly through my hair to help dry it up because I feel as if I'll pass out any second if I don't lye down.

Its weird. As soon as I get comfortable and start to drift off, he comes to mind. The way his raspy voice is so similar to the night. How he looks so intensely at anyone that engages him into a conversation. The way his smile and laughter seems to light up the atmosphere. God, I'm so in love it's disgusting.

*4:38 am*

I wake up to the startling sound of my large heavy door creaking open. I rub my eyes and slowly stand myself up too afraid to look at who's coming into my room at this time. I see no one near the door and that's when anxiety kicks in.

"Hello?" I barely rasp out. Oh god this is it. This is how I'm going to die. I hear a loud bang from someone hitting my dresser on the other side of my room. Fuck. What do I do. Do I play dead?

I shakily bring my covers up to my face and tightly close my eyes while slamming myself back onto my bed. I can't scream because then It'll give whoever is in here more of a reason to kill me. I feel as if I'm about to experience my first heart attack while I'm breathing at an unsteady pace until I hear a low chuckle. I stop breathing, I know that chuckle.

"Harry?" I whisper. I slowly start to bring down my covers as I see him smirking down at me only inches away.

"It's only me love" he says. Alcohol and cigarettes.

"God Harry who comes into a room like that? Have you every heard of knocking or making your presence known?! Bloody hell I almost had a heart attack!" I rasp out. He quickly covers my mouth with his rather large hand and frowns in my direction.

"I'm sorry! I just didn't want anyone to hear me. It is quite late." Oh really? No it's only 4am. 4 hours of sleep. Great.

"What is it that you want that almost caused my heart attack? Better be good" I say with a frown as I cross my arms across my chest. He smirked and made his way back towards the door. What the- is he leaving? What is this?

But he starts slowly closing it, preventing creaks to moan out into the empty halls. *click* Fuck. He locked it.

He then turns around.

"I'll show you what a great tongue actually feels like"