The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 26

Word count: 1553
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I splashed water onto my face, breathing heavily. I gripped the edge of the sink, staring up into my face.

Zayn and Louis had thrown Edna out. She knew that we caught onto what she was up to. She was going to tell Luci.

I looked slightly behind me in the mirror, staring right into Harry's face. My eyes widened and I looked back down to the sink.

"She's gone." His voice was quiet and hoarse as he set a hand on the small of my back, pressing himself to me.

"I know." I whispered, letting a drop of water roll off my lashes.

"Your arms..."

"I know."

You could only see the outline of them. Kind of like Casper the friendly ghost. You could see them, but they weren't really there.

"What're we gonna do?"

My head snapped up at his pleading voice. I stared back into his glossy green eyes.

My bottom lip trembled when I realized how weak he was...how all of this affected him. I spun around to face him, eyes wide.

"Wha..?" I muttered before he rushed towards me, grabbing my face in his hands.

I jerked back slightly, shocked by his behavior. He stared at me, his eyes darting from mine, down to my lips as he licked his own hungrily.

"Harry?" I mumbled just before he leaned forward, smashing his lips to mine.

My back arched off of the sink, my body trying to get closer to him. He grabbed my hips when he nuzzled his face into my neck so he could access the skin there.

"Jump." He whispered in a breathy voice.

I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I hugged him close as he tipped his head up for a kiss. He smiled, walking me out of the bathroom and into the library.

I now knew where this was going. And I knew that right now was definitely not the time. But...I didn't have the strength to do anything about it.

In the blink of an eye, Harry had me on the bed in the attic, hovering over top of me. His bright eyes now burned with lust.

This was going to happen and I was in no way going to object.

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I woke up early in the morning - about two o'clock, I had guessed. I looked over at Harry's sleeping figure, his bare chest reflected the moonlight perfectly.

I stood to my feet, quickly grabbing a robe to hide my nakedness. I tied the tie into a knot around my waist before trudging down to the restroom.

I sat down on the toilet, leaning into my hand as I blinked slowly. I yawned, reaching over to rip off some toilet paper.

When I stood back up, I glanced over to the shower.

Perhaps it was my tired mind that thought it was a good idea, but I decided to try and use whatever power I have to get the ring out.

I knelt down onto the porcelain, right in front of the drain. I looked down at my hands - which were still transparent.

"Okay...um...let's just get the ring out now." I whispered to myself, hovering my hands over the drain.

To be honest, I felt like a complete idiot. I had no idea what I was doing.

"I want the ring." I muttered, rolling my eyes at myself before licking my lips nervously. "So it will...appear on my finger now?"