Harry turns and leaves the kitchen again, but this time I follow him. He's heading up the stairs at a fast pace and I have to jog to catch up to him. He enters his bedroom and slams the door behind him before I have the chance to follow him inside.
"Harry!" I knock hard on the door. "Harry, let me in." I knock again and again.
No answer.
"Harry, it's okay. Let me in so we can talk. Please?" I say.
I set down on the floor outside his bedroom, waiting for him to open the door or say something. My fingers pick at loose threads on the tan colored carpet while I wait. A clock on hall way wall ticks obnoxiously loud, but other than that the house is silent. I'm about to just leave when The door opens just a crack.
I stand up quickly. "Can I come in?" The door opens a little more, just enough for me to squeeze through.
Harry's back is to me as he makes his way across the room to his bed. I close the door behind me and go sit with him, my feet dangling off the edge.
"Hey, it's alright." I say. "Don't be mad at Bree. I don't think she meant to upset you. Be mad at me if you want someone to let the anger out on. I'm sorry for being so invasive and prying." I can't believe the words that are leaving my mouth. Since when have I ever been so. . . caring and mature?
"I don't like people telling my personal shît. That's why I don't tell it to many people. People can't be trusted."
"I get it."
"You wouldn't think of me the same way you do if you knew about my past. You would never look at me the same way." His fists clench at his sides.
I wonder what had to have happened for Harry to think this way. Did he do something terrible? Did someone do something terrible to him? I find myself wishing I could reverse whatever happened to make Harry this way. My curiosity is killing me, but I don't ask.
"I think you're sweet underneath your tough-guy-who-doesn't-give-a-shit exterior." I tell him honestly.
"Quit." He says, lightly pushing on my shoulder and trying to hide the smile that wants to break across his face.
"Sweet, sweet, sweet," I tease.
Harry laughs this time, a full blown, head tipping back, mouth wide open laugh. The sound is musical and I wish I could hear it more often.
"Stay with me tonight." Harry says as a demand, rather than a question. "You're sleeping in your underwear only, though. If I give you any more gym shorts I am going to run out of them."
This time we both laugh and I agree to stay with him. Staying at his house and sleeping in his bed has become somewhat of a routine lately, but I'm not complaining.
"I stay here so much that I feel like I should start paying rent." I joke. Harry laughs and starts stripping down to his boxers.
"So I'm really sleeping in nothing but my underwear?" I ask
"Yes, yes you are."
"Fine." I say, crossing arms and pretending to be mad about it. The idea of being in bed with Harry with nothing but the thin material of our undergarments between us makes me tingle. I begin to undress and when I'm finished I flip off the light and crawl into the bed.
Harry surprises me by climbing on top of my body and pressing his lips to mine. The kiss is slow, sensual, and causes a dull ache in my lower stomach. His tongue pushes through to caress mine and his hands push the fly away strands of blonde hair away from my face.
The kiss leaves me breathless and wanting more, despite being sore between my legs from our earlier activities against the bathroom wall. It seems that I can't ever get enough of Harry, no matter how much he gives me.
I turn to the side and Harry surprises me again my cuddling up against my back and tossing his arm around me. I take a chance and slowly take his hand between both of mine, holding it near my bare chest. The sound of Harry's breathing is soft in my ear and it halts for a moment or two when I begin to rub circles on his skin with with my thumb.
"Night, Elena." Harry says softly in a non-Harry-like way.
I sigh internally and squeeze gently on his hand. "Good night."
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FanficAMBIVALENT: /am·biv·a·lent/ (adj.): having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone. Elena's life resembles a terrible train wreck. Everything has gone down a dangerous track and lost its course and direction. She drinks aw...