Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 47

Harry's P.O.V

I went to sleep at about 5 in the morning. Mia was the only thing on my mind right now. I was determined to keep it that way. I watched her sleep again and wondered if she felt the same way, or if for her, it was just strictly sexual. After all, I only gave her a brief overview of what I did. But I never mentioned that a majority of them fell in love with me, that they got hurt by me, physically and emotionally. But I got a kick out of it. But now, looking at this flawless woman laying in my bed in my t-shirt made me want to do things differently. I found it odd that she was able to have this affect on me so quickly. It amazed me, actually. But what if she doesn't feel the same way? Well, I mean, I wouldn't expect her to. She probably needs time to regain trust in man and it's entirety. I laid on my pillow and watched her and eventually, my eyes slumped closed, leaving me in darkness.

Mia's P.O.V

I woke up to see Harry lying next to me, his arm wrapped around the pillow his head was on. He looked so adorable. It was kind of hard not to stare. Wait, when did I get in his bed? When did I change clothes? Who knew. I was hungry. I got up and went to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror for a minute, not recognizing myself. The stains of mascara that were on my face made my panties dampen a little, as I remembered what happened last night. The things he did...they intrigued me. As I thought about this, I also thought about the fact that I had only known him for about almost two months now, yet here I was, being his little slut. This was something that was honestly hard to fathom.

"Mia," I heard. It was soft, but deep.
"Mia," I heard again, but this time it was louder. I went into the room where Harry was and his eyes met mine.

"You had me frightened for a mintue," he said, removing the covers from off of him and standing up to walk towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. For a brief moment, it reminded me of the morning I was with Alex. The day before I found out I was coming to England to meet this angel of a man. I pulled away quickly, and Harry looked astonished.

"I'm sorry, I-I really have to use the bathroom," I said , pulling a piece of hair behind my ear. He grabbed my arm as I walked away.

"What is it? Did I do something? Did I hurt you?" His face was frowned up, but his eyes were soft, like a child's.

"No, I'm fine. I promise," I said plastering a weak smile on my face.

"You're lying. And Daddy doesn't like it when you lie." I felt a dampness pool up in my underwear.

"It was just that... when you did that, it reminded me of something that Alex did. I'm sorry." He let go of my arm, and I saw his jaw clench.

"Mia, I'm nothing like that son of a bitch. You deserve better, and I promise you that I will make it my priority to make sure you understand that..." His words trailed off as if he was goin to say something else, but he didn't.

"I don't think you're like him, Harry, I just..." I was cut off when his lips pushed into mine, making me stumble backwards a little. I winced, due to the extreme soreness of my body, but I didn't mind it. He tightened his grip on my waist and his hands traveled down to my ass and he gave it a hard squeeze.

"You deserve to be kept," he said, his eyes still closed and his forehead resting on mine. "And you will be, Mia. I promise."