Issues

Chapter Two: Sweaty

Chloe's P.O.V.

     My eyes open slowly and I let out a sigh because today is the day that I am leaving the house that I've always lived in to go live with people I barely even know just because my mom.  I flip the covers off of me and I stand up stretching.  I think about taking a shower but I decide against it considering that I'll just take one tonight.  I walk over to my dresser where I have already laid out my clothes.  I slip on clean panties with a matching bra.  I wiggle into a pair of blue skinny jeans and I slip on a purple crop top.  

     I brush my hair and I pull it up into a pony tail and that's when a knock comes from behind my door.  My mom walks in with a smile on her face.

Mom: Morning honey.  We are loading stuff up into Michael's truck.  You need to bring your stuff down.

Me: Okay.

     My mom nods her head and I flip her off when she closes the door.  I start by carrying boxes down and before I know it, my room is empty.  Tears form in my eyes and I let them fall down my pale cheeks.  My mom yells my name and I wipe them away and head down the stairs.  

     We get into Michael's truck and him and my mom talk and laugh on the drive.  I scroll through my news feed and soon enough we are here and lets just say that the house is huge...and beautiful.  Michael stops the truck and we all get out.

Michael: Let me go get Harry to help so you girls don't have to do anything.

Me: Harry?

Michael: My son.

     I nod my head and I wonder if he already told me that.  Me and my mom look at each other and that's when I turn my head and see him...Harry.  The first thing I see is his long chocolate curls and my palms start to sweat a little.  He walks up to us and his eyes meet mine and they are a beautiful shade of green.  His plump pink lips turn into a smile and then a smirk.

Harry: Chloe right?

     I nod my head because for some reason I cannot make words come out of my mouth and I think he finds this amusing.  I watch as his muscles tense up when he picks up a box and carries it inside and my mom tells me to go with him so he can show me where my room is.  I follow him into the house and up the stairs.  My room is all the way at the end of the hall and there are doubles doors.  I walk in and it is huge.  He sets the box down and then turns to me.  He skims my body from head to toe and I bite my lip from being intimidated.  His eyes look into mine and they turn darker.

Harry: Don't do that.

Me: Do what?

Harry: Bite your lip.

Me: Why?

Harry: Just don't.

     He smirks at me and then leaves the room.  What the hell was that?

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     Hours pass by and I finally have my room settled and my mom comes in.

Mom: Go ahead and take a shower.  Dinner will be done in a little bit.

Me: Okay...mom?

Mom: Yeah?

Me: I love you.

     My mom smiles as she says it back and then closes the door.  I walk into my connected bathroom and I lay my phone on the sink so I can listen to music.  After the water heats up, I get in and it feels so good on my tense muscles.  I sing along to the music as I wash my hair and body.  I shave and when I'm done, I wrap a pink towel around my body and I walk back into my room.  I dry off and I slip on black lace panties with a black lace bra.  I walk over to my closet and slip on black elastic shorts and I pink spaghetti strap.  I blow dry my hair and I leave it down.

     After grabbing my phone, I walk downstairs and head to the kitchen.  My mom is cooking while Michael assists her and I don't see Harry.

Michael: There you are!  Do you mind going downstairs to get Harry to tell him that I need him to run to the store real quick?

Me: No I don't.  I'll tell him.

     I walk into the hallway and I open the door that leads to the furnished basement.  I look around and I don't see anyone.  

Harry: Chloe?

     I jump at the sound of his husky voice and I turn around to see him coming out from his bedroom.

Me: Michael needs you to go to the store.

Harry: Okay...is that all?

Me: Yeah.

     I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm to pull me back around to face him.

Harry: Aren't you coming?