Mine

Chapter 19

I walk back up to my bedroom and open the door tossing my purse and phone onto the bed and walk over to my dresser and pull out my pajamas. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the hot water and step in. As I take a shower I think about me and John’s “date”. I actually had a decent time. He acted completely different from yesterday. Even more different than when I dated him. I never knew he got that much into reading, let alone get a tattoo based from the book. I reached over for the shampoo and started to wash my hair. Suds sliding down my face I opened my eyes and the shampoo slipped in.

“Crap!” I yelled. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower reaching for my towel and wiped the soap out of my eye. Turning back to the shower I hear something drop from my room. What was that? I get scared as I reach for my towel and twist the doorknob open and step into my room. Rubbing my eyes I look up and its Harry standing over my night stand.

“What are you doing here?” I’m surprised he actually came back. He doesn’t say anything. “I said what are you doing here?” I repeat. I’m getting aggravated.

“Am I not allowed here anymore?” he looks me up in down at my body and I tug at my towel.

“I told you not to come back.”

“I know.”

“So..why are you here?” My nerves are short.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He laughs and sits on my bed and leans back.

I roll my eyes and head back into the bathroom. Just as I’m about to close the door he sticks his foot in.

“Harry move”

“Let me join you” he smiles.

“Umm…no now get out.”

“Why are you so uptight?!” his voice gets higher.

He’s really starting to piss me off. “I’m uptight because I won’t let you take a shower with me? I’m sorry if I respect myself to much to let you see me naked. But I’m not one of those other girls you have been with who you’ve probably slept with over one hundred times. Gosh your such a jerk!” The last sentence was supposed to be to myself but he made me so angry I had to say it.

“Wow..so I’m a jerk?” he laughs. I don’t see what’s so funny.

“That’s what I said isn’t it?”

He walks out of the bathroom and I slam the door. I step back into the shower and stay in there longer than I should have. I just didn’t want to come back out any time soon and have to deal with him again. I was having a pretty good day and he gets pissed because I respect myself to much to show myself off to him. I hardly know him and he wants to jump in the shower with me. Ok.  I turn the water off again and dry myself off and throw my hair up into a bun.  Opening the door once again I walk over to my bed and turn on the TV ignoring Harry. I look over at him once during commercial and he looks a bit tense. He can’t possibly still be mad over something so little.

“What’s your problem Harry?” I ask.

“I don’t have a problem” he replies still staring at the tv. I know he just doent want to talk.

“Are you really upset because I wouldn’t let you in the shower?” I sit up and turn towards him.

He sits up as well but continues t look at the television. “No, it’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

“Did you answer my phone yesterday?” he finally decides to look over at me now. His face is serious.

“What are you talking about?” I answer. Why would I answer his phone…crap.

“You know what I’m talking about Rosy. Do you not understand the question?” I look down at the bed sheets trying to think of a lie to tell.

“Rosy!”

“Yes!Yes! I did I’m sorry! You were in the bathroom so I answered it!”

“Fuck! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Harry….why was ‘he’ calling you?” He knows who I am referring to and looks back at the tv.

“And why did he want to meet you in the woods?”

“How did you know that? Did you got through my text!? What the hell Rosy! That’s none of your business! So stay out of it! It’s for your own good.” His face goes red.

I stay quiet for a minute. “Is that where you went when you left…” I look up at him.

“No.I went to my friend’s house.”

“Oh..I’m sorry then.  I thought you..nevermind. I’m sorry” I say.

“You already said that” he lets out a small giggle. He pulls me into him and kisses me. I don’t resist this time, it actually feels good and makes our situation less intense. He stcks his tongue in and put his left hand on my cheek. He grabs me by the waist and puts me on my back rubbing his hands between my legs. He sits up and tugs his shirt off of the bed. I know I’m not supposed tgo be doing this but there is just something about him I cant deny. His large muscles and tan skin. I rub my fingers over the outline of his butterfly tattoo. He leans back down starts kissing me down my neck now unbuttoning my shirt.

“Harry…what are you doing…” I whisper.

He continues to unbutton my shirt till my stomach is in view. He pulls open the shirt and leans his head down my stomach planting soft kisses.

“Your so fit Rosy” He says.

As he heads lower down towards my underwear my door swings wide open.

“What the fuck Rosy! What the hell are you doing?” It was my brother Olly. I push Harry off of me and pull my shirt closed.

“Oh my god, Olly!” I yell. My heart starts to beat faster and faster. I look back over at Harry who seems calm. He looks up at me and back at Olly and starts to smile.

“Sorry mate were we bothering you?” Harry asks.