BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 17. Edited.

I didn't move, I was hardly breathing. There was no space between us and behind me was the door, I felt the handle on my back even though I had a knitted sweater on. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me even closer. His forehead on mine, I felt his heavy breathe, I put my hand on his chest to pull him away but I couldn't get him away from me, my hands were shaking and I was so weak.

"You drive me crazy," I felt his breath, it smelled like alcohol. He was drunk once again.

I didn't like inebriate people so I pulled him strongly away and recovered myself.

"Don't do that never again," I said. "Stop drinking, it is not good for your health." I opened my bedroom door. "Go please." Then I remembered he's drunk, I couldn't make him go that way. "No, wait... come," I grabbed his hand and guided him into my kitchen. I poured milk in a mug and gave him a banana.

"What's this?" he laughed playing with the fruit.

"Eat it. It will help you," I sat on a drawer.

"Whatever you say sexy," he smiled at me.

"Don't be sassy with me. Okay? Or I'll call the police," drunk he was funnier and sexier but in that state he wasn't himself, and I liked Harry not this boy sitting in front of me. Eating a banana and drinking milk in my kitchen.

"Done," he said and stood right in front of me. He seemed tired, his eyes were already shutting down and he yawned.

"Do you want to sleep before leaving?" I proposed him.

"Yup," he sighed.

We walked to the living room and he left his jacket on a chair.

"Well, I'll bring you a blanket. Okay?" I turned around and he wasn't here anymore.

I walked to the kitchen, checked outside, bathrooms but he wasn't there. I climbed the stairs and I saw my bedroom door closing, then the door was shut. I opened it and he was laying in my bed, hugging my teddy bear. I smiled, took my phone and closed the door.

"No!" He yelled. I opened it abruptly, "Come here, don't leave me alone," he said.

"You are capable of sleeping alone," I wanted to stay but I wasn't going to agree so easily.

"I'm not. Come please," he was still with his eyes closed.

I sat on the corner of the bed.

"Sleep," he seemed so vulnerable.

"Here. Settle down with me,"

I got closer and did what he say. He put his arm around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

"No wait," he sat and then climbed off the bed. Then he pulled his pants down.

"What the heck are you doing?" I asked ashamed.

"I can't sleep in this jeans. I'll woke up with no legs," he smiled and turned off the lights.

Then he settled down again. I felt his naked chest, now he was shirtless too.

"Do you know what happens to me when I'm drunk?" He whispered on my ear. I had chills.

"No. What?"

"The next day I don't remember anything," he giggled and I felt his weight on me. He was asleep.

I couldn't move or anything so I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

My room was full of light, I didn't sleep too much thinking my mom or my brother were going to appear and open my door. But they didn't. I heard the front door and then I heard footsteps. I know how Mom walks. It was her.

"Fuck, Harry wake up," I sat immediately. I moved him and he opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked me with that raspy morning voice.

"My mom is here," I stood up. "If she comes here and sees you half naked I'm going to die today."

He just laughed.

"We did nothing,"

"If she comes you'll tell her you just came in to give me..." I looked at the teddy bear. "Oswald," I showed him the bear.

"Hi there Oswald," he took the toy.

"And put clothes on, yikes!" I was shaking.

He laughed at me, again.

"So I came to give you Oswald the purple bear because..." He grabbed his pants and shirt

"Because I left him in your house," I was in the door.

"You took a teddy bear to my house," he smiled mocking me.

"I don't fucking know," He was pissing me off.

"Mrs. Perfect daughter swearing..." He was finally dressed up.

I felt the handle moving. Even though I had all the situation explained, it was weird too if we were locked in my room.

"To the bathroom!" I almost yelled and he ran inside, still giggling.

I opened half of the door. My mom had her "Linda... you did wrong" face.

"Morning darling. Why is it a car outside?" She asked me.

"Harry's. He came to give me something I left in his house,"

My mom checked her watch.

6:47am.

I didn't know what to say.

"That's being a morning person," she smiled. I sighed because she believed me. "Where is he?" She asked me.

"He's gone," I answered rapidly.

"He left his car?"

Shit. I wasn't made for lying. I heard the bathroom's door opening and Harry walked out with Oswald on his hand.

"Thanks for borrowing me your toilet," he came to me. "Oh hey Mrs. Williams," he smiled at her.

He was a very big liar, I was astonished but at the same time I wasn't. Now I knew how he could say all these things to me, and then be a jerk again. He lies really good.

"Do you want to have some breakfast?" My mom asked him.

He nodded and followed her. I closed my door and sighed again. My heart was pumping so hard and I needed to calm down. I knew we did nothing wrong, just sleep; but my mom's so conservative and everything's wrong for her.

I walked downstairs praying Harry hadn't opened his big mouth and had told something to my mom. He was laughing with her so I betted everything was normal.

"Linda didn't you have the same clothes yesterday?" My mom asked me.

"But these leggings are so comfy," I lied.

She made me sit on the table next to Harry and gave us food. I remembered my trip to Los Angeles.

"Mom, tomorrow night I'm flying to LA to be with Kay,"

"Are you asking me for permission or telling me you would?" She inquired.

"Telling you," I wasn't going to let her rule me anymore. I am an adult now.

"Ok. have a good trip!" She smiled.

She was finally getting me, I was so happy.

"But Danny and Julie are going with you," happiness didn't last.

"No what?" Harry laughed of me. I rolled my eyes and he stopped. "Mom I'm going alone,"

"You are not flying alone to the other side of the world,"

I was going to speak back but Harry interrupted me.

"Basically I'm going to LA tomorrow in the morning so she can fly with me," he grabbed his dishes and put it in the dishwasher. "If you want, of course," he smiled at me.

"That's a great idea! Linda you are finally choosing good friends," she laughed.