BABY PINK| h.s. d a d d y

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Coming Down -Halsey

I woke up disoriented. I was not in my own bed and this was not my room. It was Harry's and I figured so when he was sleeping beside me. I rolled over on my back to look at the large roman numeral clock above Harry's flat screen television. I ended up counting the numbers since I couldn't read them properly. 6:47am.

I huffed, laying in bed for a few moments before recalling last night's events. I felt like I should be ashamed with myself, that I would let the first person who tried to get in my pants to in fact do so. It was an obvious amount of privacy I was willing to give up though I felt controlled with Harry. But I didn't feel guilty. I felt powerful. He didn't pressure me, detaining me the opportunity to blame it on him. I did this myself, without the assistance of peer pressure, alcohol, or drugs.

I turned my head to the side to see Harry's back, his curls fallen astray on the white pillow case. His broad bear-like shoulders hunched in his gray T-shirt. I wondered if he was dreaming, and what he was dreaming about. To think that this man made me scared out of my wits weeks ago was a laugh in my mind. Everything about him screamed dominance but I was definitely treasuring the laughs we've had. There hasn't been many on my part.

When I saw Harry rise and fall with a steady breath, I flipped the covers off myself to go exploring. Maybe see some of the art in the hallways. I loved art, seeing that every painting was different and the meaning was there, found or gone missing for lack of better terms. I would often see it go missing but who am I to determine art?

My bare feet roamed outside the bedroom's hard wood floor to the cold marble in the hall. I had left the door cracked in case Harry was worried I'd left. I wouldn't leave. As I paraded myself throughout the house, my eyes caught multiple paintings around the wall. Many were just pale blue and maybe red abstracts but some of them I understood. The large hallways left me wondering for what felt like hours. Harry hadn't shown me all the rooms connecting to these though I didn't mind. I wasn't about to open the doors and intrude on his privacy.

Truthfully, I was just wandering. My mind and body were fully awake and I needed something to occupy my time. I would've felt awful if I disturbed Harry while he slept. I hope he's in a good mood when he wake up. That always make me happy. I also wondered what we'd do today. Would we be going out? Staying in? I found myself not caring and just wanting to be with him.

It was a horrid realization when I thought he might not want the same.

It didn't add up all the way. Why would someone want an inexperienced teenager only for sex? Why not pick up someone on the street, or even better, a legal one. Maybe he does it for the thrill. Maybe it's because he knows this is dangerous but chooses to do it anyway because it's such an adrenaline rush. But there are other things to give you adrenaline rushes as well. Just stumbling over to corrupt a young girl is a pretty particular one.

I looked to the marble flooring beneath my feet, noticing the detail in the white and black material. I was cold considering I was only in a shirt and undies for obvious reasons. I didn't feel the need to change, however. I shouldn't hide from Harry if I do indeed like him.

The painting at the end of the large hallway was massive. The frame took up the whole space of the back wall as I walked towards it in awe. Pale blues and reds and greys all banded together to make city buildings. A city I wanted to live in. I wasn't sure if it was based off a real city or an imagined one though it didn't matter in the live scope of things. I wouldn't be going there anyway.

"I was worried about you." I heard echo through the hall as I jumped. My screams were held in when I turned to see Harry at the other end of the hall. I sighed in relief as I skipped over to his shirtless figure.