vixen \\ h.s. au

huit

Harry.

This wasn't really how I imagined my first trip to Luna's house. Being trapped in her closet made me feel like a high school student. Which Luna was. She is a student. My student. I knew this predicament I had put myself in was wrong, but I never really understood the gravity of the situation. At school the flirting was harmless, I see teachers doing it all over St. Aquinas. But I was taking it farther. By coming to her home, by touching her, kissing her... I had crossed a line.

But for some reason I can't fully comprehend, I don't care about the consequences. I don't care about getting fired. I just care about Luna. I want her to be happy. But what if she's not happy with me? What if she thinks I'm too old for her? I am too old for her. Bloody hell, I'm nearly double her age. I'm promptly reminded of this when I hear who I assume is Luna's mother calls out to her.

"We're eating dinner in an hour. You can come or not." Her words sounded sweet, like she was a hostess, but her demeanor was anything but. I hear Luna scoff and shoo her mother off, clearly annoyed.

"Don't be such a bitch, dear." I hear Luna's mother say before slamming the door. I instantly despise this woman. How could someone be so rude to someone so pure. Luna is so pure.

And you're ruining it.

Luna.

"Harry? You can come out now." I speak, my voice sounding small. I'm sure my cheeks are tinted some sort of pink, embarrassed of Harry most likely hearing my conversation with my dreaded mother. I watch as he opens my white paneled closet door, his large tattooed hand on the knob. His head pops out and I look into his entrancing green eyes. He is the most stunningly beautiful man I have ever seen in my life, and I can't believe my lips have had the pleasure of touching his. I was so plain compared to him.

"Should I leave?" his husky British accent rings. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Does he want to leave me?

"Well, do you want to?" I ask, hurt evident in my voice. I need to work on hiding my emotions, because I seem incredibly pathetic. He probably thinks I'm pathetic, just like my mom does.

"N-no Kitten, of course not." Suddenly his by my side, sitting next to me on my plush bed. He wraps a strong arm around me, his large hand covering my entire shoulder.

"Does your mother always treat you that way?" Harry asks, and I nod my head in response. I'm too embarrassed to say anything. He pulls me into a warm hug, and butterflies travel from my stomach to the tips of my toes and I finally feel at home.

"You should probably wait for them to fall asleep before you leave, they usually hang around in the living room before bed." I mumble into his chest, wrapping my arms around his warm body, pulling him closer to me.

"Won't your mom be back up to get you for dinner?" Harry asks, and I can feel his sharp jaw moving across my scalp as he asks.

"No, she usually won't come up here at all. Maybe once or twice a week when she remembers I even exist." I say, and I can practically hear Harry's thoughts pitying me by the sigh he lets out.

"You don't deserve that. You mother doesn't deserve to have someone as special as you are in her life. You deserve the world, Luna." Harry whispers, and I can feel a rush of ice covering my body. How could he be so nice to me? How could I be falling for someone this fast? Does it always happen like this? Is this what it really feels like to be falling in love?

"Harry, I love... how sweet you are." I say, copping out. Hopefully he doesn't notice my stupidity. How could some fifteen year old girl like me even fathom the concept of love? How do I even know what that is? For fricks sake, we haven't even gone out on a date! I mean, yeah, that would be impossible. We can never be seen in together in public, only at school. And even there, we can't be open with our feelings...

"I don't think I'm as sweet as you are, Lune." Harry whispers and kisses the top of my forehead.

"Lune?" I ask, moving my face away from his hard chest to give him a sly smile.

"O-oh, um, did I say that?" Harry asks, green eyes widening as he becomes more and more flustered.

"Yeah, but I like it. It's cute." I look towards the floor, a shy smile displayed on my face.

"You're cute, Baby Girl." Harry smiles back, his dimple popping out. He grabs my chin and tilts my head to look at him. His green eyes have crinkled at the sides because of his smile. He displays a set of perfectly straight white teeth, and of course, dimples the size of moon craters. We look into each others eyes for a bit until he brings his plump pink mouth to mine. This kiss somehow feels different from the others. It feels more loving than passionate. I feel absolutely adored with this type of kiss. I feel special and loved with him moving his mouth against mine like this. This is what love feels like.

After pulling away, breathless, I get up to lock my door. Just in case. I run back to my bed and jump in, resting against a plush pillow. Harry follows suit and rests his head near mine on the same pillow, some of his curls resting against my cheeks. I love everything about his hair, the length, the softness, and oh goodness do I love those curls. He's perfect, like a cherub, except sexier? Does that make me sound weird? A sexy angel baby? I giggle at the thought and Harry furrows his eyebrows in a cute way, giving me a goofy look.

"What's so funny, little lady?" Harry says in an odd voice (a/n: imAGINE THE PUPPET VOICE U A TRU MVP IF U KNOW WHAT THAT IS) and I can't help but giggle harder, eventually just turning into a full on laugh. I end up snorting and Harry begins to laugh along with me, my face red in embarrassment and not being able to breath. I am definitely going to have a six pack after this.

"What was that voice?" I say breathlessly, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes.

"What voice?" Harry asks, using the same voice. I laugh even harder than I had before, not able to contain it.

"Gosh, you're such a dork." I laugh and lightly smack his chest, he takes my small arm in his large hand and pulls me closer to him, so my head is resting on his buff chest.

"But I'm your dork." He giggles and butterflies erupt in every fiber of my body. He's mine? I nuzzle my head into his chest like a dog and pull him tighter to me, sighing. Harry wraps his large arms around me and we tangle our legs together.

I feel myself slowly relaxing into his electric touch, and my eyes begin to get heavy. My breathing matches with Harry's as my eyes close. I'll just close them for a couple seconds. I try to open my eyes but they're too heavy and Harry's scent is too calming. I could stay like this for hours. Scratch that, I could stay like this forever.

"Kitten?" Is the last thing I hear before my mind goes black, and I can't help but smile in my slumber.

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Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter is super short, and I'm sorry if it sucks, I did write it at 2 am lmao. Anyways, thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I'll be sure to post an update next Friday or Saturday, and I promise it'll be longer! I love you all, thank you for the support xoxo

ps next chapter might be a lil smutty to make up for not updating for a year lmao ;)