How I Saved Harley Matthews

Chapter Fourteen: This Is No Fairy Tale

You know in the movies, the chick flick types, there's always the point in the movie where the two people begin to fall in love with each other?

Twenty-Seven Dresses, Jane and Kevin dance to Benny and the Jets karaoke on a bar top.

P.S. I Love You, Holly meets Gerry in his home country of Ireland.

The Switch, best friends Wally and Kassie accidently have a son together, and Wally is finally able to marry the love of his life.

Letter's To Juliet, Sophie spends nights gazing at the stars with Charlie only to leave her husband and crash a wedding to be with Charlie.

Safe Haven, Erin changes her name, runs from an abusive husband, and meets Alex by chance, taking long canoe rides and having late night dates at diners.

They all have their romantic moments that make the view, us, fall in love wishing we had exactly what they have. The perfect relationship. The perfect moments. Everything perfect.

I slowly rolled to my right, only to be abruptly stopped. There's a rode block in the middle of my bed preventing me from visiting the cool other side of my plush comforter.

A moan slipped from my lips as I shoved the dead weight next to me.

"Shit..." The corpse mumbled. "Bellarose."

"Move." I grumbled into my pillow.

Pushing him again the covers slid away from his body and my hand hit bare, warm skin. I quickly retracted my hand and sat up gathering the teal bed sheets around my body.

"Bellarose-" Harley had rolled over onto his back now, and his shorts were riding dangerously low on his hips, exposing the top of his boxers.

"Where is your shirt?" I demanded as my eyes traced his every moved.

"Obviously not on me." He grumbled as he rubbed his face.

"I can see that! I mean why is it not on you!" I yelled, making him flinch at the noise.

His hands fell to the bed, and he slowly sat up, leaning against the head board. "You mean you don't remember?" He questioned.

My face was probably screaming in fear as I shook my head back and forth.

"You tired to seduce me last night Audin." Harley deadpanned.

I stared at his emotionless statue for what seemed like hours. "No I didn't!" I yelled and punched him in the stomach.

He chuckled in response and my knuckles ached, but I'd never tell him that.

"It gets hot in here at night, just be happy that I'm still wearing shorts." He joked as he jerked at the sheets, making me tumble towards the bed.

I stretched out my arms to break my fall, but I landed directly on top of Harley, just like he wanted.

"Plus, I know you like it better this way," He mumbled into my ear. "...less clothing..."

"Morning breath!" I yelled as I accidently rolled off the bed not so gracefully.

My back cracked against the floor from the almost four foot drop. I rolled on to my side, sliding easily underneath the gap between the hard wood floor and my bed frame, and I moaned slightly. My legs fell to the floor with a loud thud as they were freed from the death trap of sheets that had caused the tragic fall.

I struggled to regain my breathing from the fall, and suddenly, as if I was in one of the horror films, two hands dragged me out from under the bed into a lazy standing position. As soon as I was standing on my own, Harley let go of my body and looked at me like I had grown a second head.