demented // h.s

Chapter Four

The morning sunlight peeked through my curtains and hit Harry's back creating a protective shadow that cascaded over me. As I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes Harry's grip tightened around me and pulled me in closer to him, inviting me for another few minutes of rest. His forehead was wrinkled as if he was upset along with tousled hair that stuck out in all directions.

 "Wake up sleeping beauty." I tried to remove the arm of his that held me in place.

There was a series of several mumbles and grunts before I could actually get him to open his eyes for once, and when he finally did they were thick with sleep and colored with a dark shade of green. I awaited his harmonious raspy tone that most men beheld upon waking up from and uninterrupted slumber.

"What time is it?" he asked in a low grumble.

It was a pretty valid question considering I hadn't checked the time yet and I had to get ready for my classes. I turned my body to face my alarm clock with Harry's arm still wrapped around me and it read "2:00 PM"

"HARRY GET UP WE'RE LATE!" I yelled while jumping out of his grasp.

My legs carried me around Harry's body, sprawled across my bed and onto the cold hardwood floor that sent chills down my spine. Stumbling over my own feet I ran over to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a pullover sweater which was one of my many outfit themes, if you call i-just-got-out-of-bed-and-couldnt-find-anything-else-to-wear an outfit. Sadly, I had no time to shower so I just pulled my hair into a bun with a spare pen that was on my nightstand. My books sat my desk in the corner so I just grabbed the top half knowing those were my end of the day classes. 

"Harry! Aren't you going to class!" I yelled while searching for my latin textbook.

"I don't know about you, but I didn't sign up for weekend classes." he said with a smile.

"What do you mean weekend classes?"

"Today is a Saturday sweetheart." his smile turned into a smirk.

He knew the entire time while I was running around the room like a maniac that there was no classes today. Yet he didn't say anything to me, he would have let me walk out the room and go to all the wrong classes. He wanted me to run around the room like a puppet with a disoriented master.

"Asshole!" my books dropped to the floor.

My entire face was heated and I could feel the warmth of anger radiating off of myself. The scent of hatred, aggarvation, and cherry blossom body mist released from my pores and filled my room. His lustful and captivating face hid a naive boy with a childlike sense of humor. I was slightly upset with a hint of amusement but I knew I deserved a direct sincere apology.

"There is no need for foul language, at least I didn't let you leave and embarrass yourself." he verbalized resembling a catholic school teacher.

"Harry just go you asked to stay until the morning and I let you do that, you can leave now." I muttered while removing my shoes and setting them aside.

"Alright sourpuss but I'm going to need my shirt back." he stood up in front of me and crossed his arms similar to a spoiled child when they don't get what they demand.

Crap. I had his shirt on under my sweater, which means I would have to take all my upper body clothing off just to give him his shirt. He probably did this on purpose just so he could see my body again. Yet again another reason you don't sleep with strangers Emma.

"Turn around." I instructed while directing him with my finger.

"There's no need for me to turn around just take it off, for fucks sake."

Why was he being so moody? A few minutes ago he was joking around with me and acting like a child and now he's basically growling at me and asking me to strip in front of him. I slipped his shirt over my head and the scent of vanilla and manly body scrub left my body which was something I wanted to last forever.

I wanted to hold this stranger and never let him go. I wanted him to make me laugh and tell me more about himself. I wanted to learn why he doesn't see his mother and what his favorite bands were. I wanted to re-live the moment where I first saw him in the coffee shop and have him look at me while I studied. I didn't want him to be what I labeled as a stranger.

When he slipped the shirt back over his head he slipped on his shoes and was on his way out the door.

"See you ar-"

"Harry, wait. I'm sorry." my voice slipped out in a squeak

"Sorry for what?" he turned to me with a bewildered look and scratched the back of his neck.

"For being rude this morning. Sch-School is just very important to me and I just met you and didn't want you to get in my way and-"

"If I'm getting your way of anything I could just leave and pretend we never met." he shrugged.

"That's not what I meant, I just want to start over. Pretend this morning never happened and we had a good night last night, please?"

Harry shut the door and walked leisurely back to my bed, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked weary and wiped his face with his hand sucking in a sharp breath.

"That seems fine to me." he said casually.

"What do you want to do today?" I rested on my knees in front of him and smiled.

"Well first it would be a good idea for you to put a shirt on." he snickered

Out of all things I could have forgotten that day, I forgot to put a shirt on for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Dashing to my closet I grabbed a peter pan colored shirt and threw back on my oversized sweater. 

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked Harry while taking my hair down and de-tangling it.

"Lets go on an adventure." 

If only I knew about the adventure he had in store for me that day, things right now would be completely different. Because that experience changed everything I ever knew about Harry, or thought I knew.