Unethical

Chapter 23: Observe

Stepping foot into the dark brown house, I am met with a huge living room space. The place is completely empty. Walking around, I admire the place.

But something doesn't feel right. I honestly feel so bad about what I said to Harry. Should I call and apologize?

Pulling the black phone out of my pocket, I call him.

"What?" Geez!

"Harry, I'm sorry." I don't care if he doesn't want to hear me out.

He doesn't respond.

"I know you might not want to hear me, but I feel bad about what I said." I continue.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick as well." I jump, the phone flying out of my hands. His voice replied right behind me.

"Oh my God! Why did you do that?" I push him from his chest with both of my hands.

"I thought you heard me come in." He smirks. Not new!

"No, I did not." I bend and pick up my cellphone from the floor and end the call still running.

"What made you come back?" Walking around the kitchen, I watch as he stands on the other side of the island in the center of the place.

"Well taxi's do charge and I realized you probably didn't have enough money to go around to each house." Wow! We're actually having a normal conversation.

"Oh I thought you felt bad for leaving me all alone back here." I pout at him playfully.

"Don't flatter yourself baby." Harry's eyes darken.

I giggle softly. This is fun!

"So how is this house looking for you?" He makes further conversation. Me and my soul are suddenly stunned by his actions. So not you Styles!

"This house is pretty." I admit as I close one of the cabinet doors.

"Like Zayn's eyelashes." I don't know why I just compared this house to Zayn's eyelashes.

"Well you seem to do good studying." Harry stands his frame straight.

"I observe." Where are we going with this?

"Oh really?" Harry walks around the kitchen island, never disconnecting his vision from mine.

Shit, I think he misunderstood me in a naughty way.

"What do you observe Emma?" Crossing his arms over his chest, I try and ignore the fact that he rests himself right beside from where I stand.

"Faces, clothes....houses." I try and make this less intimidating pointing around the house.

"....and have you ever observed me Emma?" His eyes are glazing right through me, I can feel it. Even if I'm trying my best to avoid eye contact.

"I've observed every face I met, don't you?" I try to turn the cards around.

"Oh yes, I have...I observe everything. I believe you do too." He takes a step closer to me, cornering me into the edge of the kitchen.

"Harry." I squeak. Great! This doesn't help when I feel so intimidated by him. I want to overcome him, but he's so good at making me feel weak.

"Observe me now Emma." Harry's left hand comes to eye view.

"I've seen you observe me before." He states. I blush crimson.

His hand reaches my cheek. The tip of his knuckles softly slide through my cheek, down to my neck.