Dark Green

Chapter 27

((So since I haven't posted chapter last week, I will post 3 this week, the one i posted yesterday, this on and probably one on Sunday, hope you're liking the fanfic so far and i'd love to know your opinions. Thank you so much and lots of love))

(WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER HAS ADULT CONTENT, READ IT IN YOUR OWN RISK!!)

POV Quinn.

I type quickly on the keyboard of my laptop. I have to finish this for tomorrow but I doubt I have enough time to do it. I didn't think it would take me so long, I should have come home before but I had many things to think after talking with Jared and I didn't realize what time it was when I left the cafe. I look at the clock in the upper corner of the screen. It's already the one o'clock. I snort and continue writing. I have to get ready to go to college in less than seven hours but I cannot leave this unfinished. Why do I always have to be the one to do the work in my group? All my colleagues have decided they won't do anything so I have to do all the work on my own, I'm sure I will do it well enough that we all get a good mark.

My thoughts travel to the conversation I had with Jared a few hours ago. I'm glad we are being friends again but things between us are different. I don't feel so relaxed with him as I did before but hopefully we can get back to normal soon. I sigh resigned and go back to concentrate on work.

I don't know how many minutes or hours I'm writing this project but I have finally finished the job. I check everything is well saved on my computer and the pen drive so I can print it tomorrow morning. A yawn crosses my mouth when the computer switches off in my lap and I land it on the table that is in front of the couch. I stretch my locked up muscles and zipper jacket which it covering Harry's shirt.

Yes, I've been sleeping with it since last Sunday. Harry doesn't seem to want it back so... it also still smells like him. Zac's words echo in my head but I push them away quickly. I don't have a crush on Harry, of course not.

When I walk barefoot in the living room, I think hear a soft sound at the front door. I frown and turn off the light of the room I was a few seconds ago. I step ahead of the front door in the dark hall. It is heard again as if knuckles smite the door. I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at the time. It's two in the morning, who can come to my house at this hour?

I go up there and look through the peephole. My heart goes to the throat in less than a second when the figure of Harry 's on the other side of the door. I move away from the heavy wooden door and turn the knob without thinking a second.

"What are you doing here?" I ask in a whisper from the doorway.

A strong smell of alcohol hits me suddenly. Not this, not now. Harry places his hand on the door and push it forward making me step backward. I cannot help feeling a little scared, this is the first time I see Harry this... drunk. He always seems to control the amount of drink he takes but today looks like he's not in a very good humor. His steps are clumsy and heavy, but in less than a second, his lips take mine with need . Alcohol invades mine completely when I try to remove him pushing his shoulders.

"You can't be here, Harry"

He ignores my words and returns to kiss me. He seems sad and even desperate. Will her mother be alright? Is there something else happened that he hasn't told me? His hands are placed on both sides of my face to keep me close to him. We can't do this now, my parents, my brother and Dianna are up stairs and they will kill me if they find out that Harry is here drunk at this hour of the night.

"My parents are up" I say when he looses my lips for a second.

His green eyes lock on mine glassy. Alcohol has managed to soften them and even put some feelings in them that I find confusing.