The Unfinished Business (BOOK 2)

Chapter Fourteen: "You have boobs now Harry?"

Chapter 14: "You have boobs now Harry?"

Amelia's P.O.V

 

I have to say, I am so thankful of Carter. In our spare time he would teach me new moves to try out and he would show me how to hold a gun properly. I could actually get used to this...

I feel so protected. So alive! It's actually exhilarating knowing the fact there's a real gun in your hand! I might actually be able to-

Okay I'm getting a little ahead of myself over here.

I smile at the thought of me and Harry lying on the floor. He could actually just be a fricking model. You don't know how desperately I wanted to run my hands up and down his smooth chest.

"Stop smiling like that, it's freaky" points out Harry, chucking me some clothes.

Me being lazy, I let them fall on the floor.

"Using your hands to catch them would be helpful" says Harry

"Sure" I mumble, tiredness sweeping over me. I let out a sigh knowing that I have to change sooner or later. I grab the clothes off the floor and stand up.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask

"Just down there, then it's on your right" he says pointing right.

I nod and hurry to the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror, to see his shirt stopping mid-thigh. I yank on his grey sweatpants, immediately feeling warm again. I lift up the shirt slightly to inhale his scent.

Yes I know I'm a freak

Gosh, he even smells the same...

I feel tiny pricks in my eye, tears blurring my vision. This is so unfair! He should be with me on the sofa, reminiscing, telling stories, laughing, cuddling, playing, eating, drinking....everything with me! I quickly wipe away the tears when I hear a soft knock on the door.

"You okay in there?" asks Harry

Come on, get a hold of yourself girl

"Yeah" I answer back, my voice feeling a bit hoarse.

"Will you be long?" he says, his voice slightly muffled

"Erm..no" I respond, gathering my clothes

"Oh good" he sighs in relief, "If you were doing a shit, I would suggest you open up all the windows 'cos I don't want my flat smelling like your poo" he jokes.

I open the bathroom door and stare at him blankly whilst he grins. I smack his chest and saunter off into the living room. I see he changed into his pj's.

I get cosy under the blankets and he walks over to me, sitting a good distance away from me. I frown slightly at our distance and slowly shuffle closer.

"So Amelia," he starts, "Tell me a bit about yourself"

"Erm...well I...I'm half Spanish" I begin

"Oh" he says raising his eyebrow, "That explains your tanned skin"

I grin at him, "It's something I'm proud to show off" I joke

He returns it with a deep chuckle.

"Mmm...I like being lazy" I smirk, "I was a VERY good girl at school, I got A and A*'s and I basically was the teachers pet"

Harry looks at me surprised, not quite believing it. "Really?" he questions