Lights (2019)

Exorcising the Bathroom

"Hey," a voice says in my ear, "Blair." I quickly register the voice as Harry's. He pokes my cheek. "Blair--"

"What!" I groan.

"Good morning to you too," he grumbles as I open my eyes. I blink a few times trying to allow my eyes to adjust. He's hovering over me in the push up position, staring down at me.

"How long have you been up?" I ask him with a yawn.

"Two hours," he replies. I glance at the clock to see it's ten am.

"What have you been doing for two hours?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Watching you."

"That's creepy," I tell him.

"So?"

I push Harry away from me so I can sit up. I rake my fingers through my hair, covering my mouth as I yawn. Harry pokes my cheek again and I swat his hand away. He laughs and tries to poke me again this time I hit his chest.

"Someone's grumpy in the morning!" He says, beginning to poke my sides.

My eyes widen, as he begins to tickle me. I curl into a ball as he towers over me, squeezing my sides. I laugh loudly, screaming like I'm being attacked. Mayday! Mayday! This is not a drill! I begin wheezing as Harry continues to tickle me.

"Harry! Stop!" I squeal between laughs.

"Never!" He says as he continues.

"Harry!" I laugh loudly. I try to fight back, but I'm useless.

"Say uncle!"

"No!" I exclaim.

"Say it!"

"Okay! Okay! Uncle!" I scream, breathing hard as he stops.

My body loosens from the tense position. Harry's hovering over me again, his eyes darken and then I realize why. I just have his shirt covering my under wear. I become extremely aware of the possibility of morning breath and the fact that I hadn't shaved my legs. "Harry," I begin weakly before he touches his lips to mine. My heart is beating out of my chest. His fingers trail along my bare thigh, and I pray to God that I wasn't a stubbly mess. He bites my bottom lip gently as I open to deepen the kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist and he groans. Knots form in my stomach, as my anticipation grows. He rolls over so I'm straddling him. I pull away and push his curls out of his face with my fingertips. I don't know what the hell I am doing! My mind is buzzing and my whole being feels like a runway train. His fingertips brush across my thigh and trail along the seam of my underwear. I can feel him through his thin cotton pajama pants. Thank God, I am not wearing my Spiderman panties! I lean forward to continue the kiss, when we hear the front door open and shut.

"Harry!" I hear Jane's voice call.

"Shit," Harry grumbles under his breath. He gently pushes me off him and I fall back onto the bed. "Go wait in the bathroom." I hear him mumble something about it being too early to deal with this shit as I shut the bathroom door as quietly as I can. I switch the lock, thankful that there's a window in the bathroom so it's not completely pitch black. I try and keep myself from thinking about what would have happened if she hadn't stopped us. I press my ear lightly too the door and try to hear what is going on.

"Harry," I hear her call again. "I saw your car out front, I know you're here." I hear the bedroom door open and my heart begins to pound. Harry is right, it is too damn early too deal with this bitch. "Oh here you are." I can almost see the smirk on her face.

"What do you want, Jane?" He growls.

"Harsh! I just wanted to give you a morning surprise, that's all," she purrs. I hear the springs in his mattress creak and I instantly feel sick to my stomach.