Ashamed

Chapter 3 - Good Morning

I hope you enjoy this chapter even though its just a little shorter then usual ;)

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Avery's P.O.V

I turned around, shuffling in my bed under the warm sheets. I slowly opened my eyes, rubbing them with the palms of my hands when the sunlight seeped through my vision. I sat in bed, motionless, staring up at the ceiling, recollecting my memory from last night.

I almost forgot about my guest, Harry.

I must have beed really tired last night because I was out like a light. He's probably still in my living room, sleeping peacefully, on my couch.

joy

I threw the sheets away from my body and sat up, feet dangling off the bed. I must have sat up too quick because I immediately felt dizzy and empty minded. I sat there another minute or so, rubbing the temples of my forehead, slowly waking myself up. I looked down at the wood floor, placing all my weight on it and standing myself up.

I slowly and clumsily walked towards the mirror on the back of my door and glanced at my reflection before opening the door. I guess I must have been to tired to change last night because I was still in my dress, make up smeared every where and my hair a mess.

I reached for the door knob and pushed my bedroom door open, leading into the living room. I tip-toed over to the couch and glanced over the top

no Harry 

I turned my head and examined the entire room

still no Harry

I started walking towards the kitchen when I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, I walked towards the bathroom and pushed the door open not thinking twice about itI was surprised to find Harry, standing there in my bathroom, inocent as ever, relieving his bladder.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I shrieked as I realised what he was doing.

Covering my eyes with my hand. Harry looked over at me and shoved his length back into his pants.

" it's ok" He said in a calmed tone, revealing a small laugh, not like a laugh from last night. It was a sincere laugh.

I pulled my hand away from my eyes and lowered it calmly back to my side. Harry gave me a quick glance and manuvered around me, exiting the bathroom. I followed him into the living room, and to the door leading outisde, keeping a distance between us.

"Where are you going?" I said in a hushed tone.

He looked back at me with a confused expression.

"Don't you remember last night?" I asked questioning.

"No"  He said, no expression in his face

I walked up closer to him, only feet away.

He turned back towards the door and pushed it open

stepping one foot outside before pulling it back inside and turning around, facing me once again.

He caught my glance and our eyes locked together

he cautiously made his way over to me stopping directly in front of me, so close our noses were practically touching.

"Whats your name anyway?" He demanded, his features grew darker and he started to be alot more intimidating.

His hot breath hit my cheek with every word and I shuddered under the pressure.

"Avery" I fearfully whispered, eyes still locked in place with his.

His eyes changed slightly different with my word

before I knew it Harry placed one of his massive hands on my cheek, just above my jawline. His lips slowly found  there way to mine, eventually pressing agaisnt them in a heated lustfull manner.I pulled my dominant hand up to the nape of Harrys neck, pulling him closer into the heated kiss.

suprised at my own actions, although it seemed more right then anything. Without warning Harry abruptly pulled away and our eyes locked once again He stood there staring into me, his lips still parted.

I placed my hand on my lips craving more, craving more of him, more of Harry. My lips were on fire and my mind was spinning.

He started to chuckle

"What" I questioned him, confused

"You're just. different." He retorted an a almost mean way

"Diff-, different from what, different how?" at this point I was completely confused and looking for answers

He looked deep into my eyes and chuckled loudly, his eyes slowly drifted away from mine and back towards the door, without saying another word he trailed back to the door, closing it tightly as he exited.

I was left standing in the same spot, yerning for more, lips parted, aching for him, but it was a strange ache. I've never felt this way kissing anyone before, it was something new, something different, and I think I like it.