Into The Night

Nineteen

"Okay, what the hell are you doing--"

"Shh."

I covered Taylor's mouth started walking forward, shushing her in the process. I almost jammed her against her own wall but I managed not to. I'm not an idiot, that's uncomfortable for ladies, I backed away a bit.

She is in her pyjamas, mostly made up of white, with long sleeves as her top. Her hair falls right on her shoulder, wavy and in a relaxed sort of way –it might be the second time I've seen her hair without braids. Her blue eyes shined under the moonlight, and I can say, she's a remarkable sight.

I tried not to stare too much, though.

My breathing is very rapid and I can feel my heart rocking against my chest, I'm tired, I've never done this before, let alone experience it.

The sweat breaking off on my forehead is a bit too cold when inside I felt like I'm burning up. I haven't got the luxury to wipe it all off as my other hand is on Taylor's mouth while the other one is holding her arm.

"Shh--" I said, again, slowly taking my hand off once I know she's calmed down. "Please don't make any noise."

"You're worried about me--"

I covered her mouth again, "Shh." I shush her. "Honestly, Tay, I need you — to be quiet for — a moment, just give me five minutes — and then — I'll be on my way, yeah?" I said, pausing every once in a while to catch my breath.

It took me a while but I'm a patient lad so I waited. Her breathing had evened, she seemed calmer than she was so I slowly took my hand off.

Taylor's icy glare had made me want to run off since she definitely didn't look like the innocent girl I met. If looks could kill, she'd have murdered my afterlife by now.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She asked, almost raising her voice yet she somehow made her voice ease down. "Do you seriously know how much of a discomfort this is?!"

"No, honestly no," I answered, I've never had someone break into my room anyways.

"That was a freaking rhetorical question." She grumbled and then sighed, her glare is still on me. "Is this your ideal way of getting people to talk to you?"

"No, normally, I'd just say a — few jokes and let it out for a few — days and people would talk to me. But that's not what happened to you, now is it?"

She blinked a few times, "You're unbelievable. Harry, you don't just enter someone else's bedroom, I mean come on! Do you think this is some sort of game?"

"Life seemed to be," I replied, "Anyways, don't you — raise your voice, that way, love. Your parents — are home, remember?"

"Grow up," She said, her tone quite hateful yet I don't really take something so honest offensive.

"Never," I muttered.

"What do you even want?" She asked, probably desperate to get me out of here. Actually, she could just scream for help that someone broke into her bedroom. I would have mentioned it to her if it didn't mean getting me into trouble.

I wondered how she hasn't thought about that. Or maybe she has. . . but why hasn't she done that? It's brilliant, and it's an easy way to get rid of me.

"Harry, I'm talking to you," Taylor said. "Again, what are you doing here?" In her voice, I sense a lot of things, desperation, frustration and bit fear as I'm in her bedroom. I don't even have to see how her parents scold her to know that if they saw me here, she'd be in deep, deep trouble.

"First things — first, relax," I told her. "I am not going to do anything to you. If I wanted — to do something, I would have done that — by now, right?"