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All Aaliyah wanted to do later that night when her mother got home was tell her. She wanted to tell her mother everything that occurred earlier in the day, but she felt she couldn't. Or shouldn't. Either way, she didn't because she sensed something as though she shouldn't. She kept replaying her and Harry's conversation in her mind as she lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling in absolute silence, beside the sound of the quiet wind outside coming in with a breeze through her opened window. 

"You know I could call the police for you barging in my house and breaking stuff in it," she stated. 

"But you can't, and you won't," Harry smirked.

"And what makes you think that?" Aaliyah asked cocking an eyebrow up and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Because, you'd sound and look crazy," Harry shrugged.

"How?" she asked him confused.

"Just don't, you don't want to find out do you?" He asked and his smirk widened as she looked at him in disbelief, shock, and confusion.

What did he mean by that? Was he just stalling her? Manipulating her?

Aaliyah sighed as she suddenly felt her eyelids dropping closed by each second that passed by. She almost allowed sleep to take over her but before it even had a chance she heard a loud noise from her right, snapping her awake and away from any chance of sleeping. The small tree that stood right outside Aaliyah's window, stopping at the top of the roof of her house rustled before a fingers were visible over the edge of the window, now inside her room. Suddenly, the persons arm was in and face shown to be the familiar male she dreaded to see at the moment, yet wanted to all at the same time.

"Harry?" She asked confused looking at him in pure shock as he fully climbed in through and stepped into her room. "What are you doing here?" 

"Shh," he cooed, placing his index finger against his lips to add emphasis. "Be quiet. Wouldn't want to wake the madre, eh?" he smirked as he stepped closer to her bed.

"What are you doing?" she repeated more loudly, "Why are you he-"

"Didn't I tell you to be more quiet?" He snapped suddenly. His eyebrows were knotted together as a frown was plastered upon his expression, which was not a happy one. He was quick to sit on the end of her bed where her feet were. Aaliyah hesitantly brought them up toward her body staring at him in pure shock.

"I could have you arrested for this, too now. I could yell and call my mother right now," Aaliyah warned. Harry only smirked and shook his head, causing his quiffed hair to slightly fall downward more.

"She wouldn't even know I was ever here," he remarked. Aaliyah looked at him still, this time confused. Why was he always threatening her in that sort of way? Why didn't he think he would or could get caught? He could and would if she got help, right?

"What do you mean by th-"

"I'm surprised," Harry interrupted her. He stopped before repeating his sentence and adding more to it. "I'm surprised you're still up."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Aaliyah stared at him in disbelief. She was thinking about how he had woken her, but he didn't seem to catch the drift as he continued speaking.

"Well what time is it?" He asked her. She looked at the clock next to her bed on the small table and answered, "Almost ten thirty," she replied. He smirked and pointed a finger at her. "You see, you should be asleep by now."

"Well, I was about to when suddenly there was an intruder," she said pointing back at him. Harry's smirk soon turned into a devilish grin.

"Oh, so it's my fault?" He asked.