Skin

9

My arms shook as I continued to aim, and although this period felt prolonged, it couldn't have lasted more than two minutes.

"I'm too drunk for this," I whispered to myself, dropping my arm to my side but keeping the gun in my clasped hand.

As the rustling finished, I heard a weak knock at the door. I whispered curse words to myself as I looked at the gun in my hand, not sure of where to put it.

I didn't want to stray far from it, seeing as I was still unaware of who could be beyond me. I was expecting the worst outcome.

With that being said, I tucked the gun into the waistband of my underwear and walked to the door.

I stood there for a moment, calling out 'Who is it?' Before I granted any access.

"It's Harry," He called from the door, "You forgot your jacket."

I opened the door, covering my half naked body with its height. As I peaked out, I looked at the silhouette of Harry, and his slightly embarrassed demeanour.

"Did you just try and break into my house?" I gawked, slightly offended. "Are you fucked?"

Harry raised his left arm, my jean jacket taken into his fist.

"I thought you'd be asleep," He explained. "No, fuck, that sounds creepy." Harry face palmed, then ran his hand through his hair. "I tried to finesse myself into your house, because I know you're tired, I was just going to hang your jacket and leave."

I stared at Harry, leaning my cheek on the door frame as I blinked up at him.

"This is awkward," He sighed, unaware of how to properly explain his mindset. "Here's your jacket."

I reached for his outstretched arm, taking the jacket from his hand. He stood and looked at me as I held the jacket in my arms, closing my eyes briefly.

"Wanna come in?" I asked, finally opening my eyes to look at him.

He seemed taken aback, and in the right state of mind I would have been too.

"You're inviting me in? After what just happened?"

I nodded, opening the door wider for him to step in. He walked in, with no hesitation, and looked around at the dark foyer.

"I need to go put on clothes," I whispered, closing the door. "Don't look, please, I'm naked." I lied, for my own sanity.

Harry turned completely around, covering his eyes with one hand before a flashing me a thumbs up.

I ran up the stairs, securing the gun to my hip with the pressure of my hand. As soon as I entered my room, my mind went wild. I was half naked, with a gun secured in my underwear and had just invited the man who I had nearly killed into my house.

I should lay off the wine.

I hastily threw the gun under my pillow again, fluffing the surface once it was under. I paced the room looking for an outfit, but I decided pyjamas would be appropriate for the time of night. I teased my hair in the mirror and tried to look as normal as possible, I was great at faking normality, I would have been a successful actress.

I walked down the stairs again, they creaked in the darkness that still remained. When I reached the last step I was met with Harry sitting at my dining room table, accompanied with nothing but the street light dimly shining through the curtains.

"The lights don't work?" I teased, standing under the arch of the dining room.

Harry looked at me, resting his head in his taped up hand. "I wasn't sure."