Harry wakes me up this morning by lightly shaking me. "Madelynn," he whispers, and I only groan. "Madelynn."
I open one eye, taking note that the room is filled with the bright sunlight. I immediately shoot up. That's the number one sign that I've slept in. The sun shouldn't be up yet, it's the middle of winter.
"Shit, Harry!" I exclaim, running into the bathroom and stripping. "What time is it?" I yell at him, already washing my hair even though the water hasn't even warmed up yet.
"Ten thirty," he says calmly, and I can tell he's in the bathroom with me by how close his voice is. "Your alarm didn't go off." I shriek.
"Harry, why didn't you wake me up sooner? I'm so late...." I trail off, my hands frantically running over my scalp to rinse the shampoo out. I'm kind of angry at Harry for not waking me sooner. It's not like he doesn't stay awake for most of the night, making sure nothings going to be of harm to me, if he even sleeps at all. He usually wakes me up when I forget to set my alarm, or if it doesn't go off. It's often that one of the two happen.
"I wasn't here, I went to see those friends I was telling you about," he says quietly, and I hear him sit down on top of the toilet seat, waiting on me. I'm frantically scrubbing at my body, making sure to get clean, but doing it in a hurry.
"And?" I question him, wondering why he was visiting so early in the morning. He sighs.
"When I'm not with you, I'm with them. I figured you'd be okay for a few hours while I went and talked to them about something."
"Talk to them about what?" I say, curious. I know it's probably none of my business, but I can't help it. He doesn't answer at first.
"Can we talk about this some other time?" He asks me. I furrow my brows.
"Why can't you just tell me?" I ask. I hear him groan.
"Maddy, drop it." His voice is stern, but he uses the nickname to make sure I don't take it to heart. I've come to know that he does things like that. He's afraid to hurt my feelings, or to have too much authority over me. That's a good thing, I guess. I don't really know how relationships work. Are we even in a relationship?
I step out of the shower, grabbing my towel and running to my room, still soaking wet. I don't care if Harry sees me, he's dead. It doesn't matter right now. I hear him laugh as he trails behind me and closes my bedroom door, although I'm not sure why. Neither of my parents are home. They're both at work.
"Maddy, you've still got shampoo in your hair," he laughs, swiping his finger across my hairline, gathering the small bit of suds that still remained. I can't help but laugh along as he swipes it across my face.
I begin hurriedly drying my body, trying to get all the drops of water off, but failing miserably in my frantic state. I can feel Harry's eyes on me, watching my every move. For some reason, I become uncomfortable, and a huge weight presses down on me.
"Maddy," he breathes, stepping toward me and grabbing the towel out of my hands. I try to grab it, but he throws it behind him. It hits the floor with a light thud.
"Harry, what the-" he cuts me off, grabbing my hips and gently pulling me into him. His lips hit mine, and the kiss is different than any we've had before. It's slower, more passionate. I try to ignore the fact that I'm naked.
His ice cold hands skim over my body. Over my hips, up my sides, up and down my back, gripping my shoulders, rubbing the back of my thighs. I whimper at his cold touch.
"You can't go to school," Harry says into my mouth, going right back into the kiss. I nod, and he backs me up to the bed. He gently lays me down, my wet hair sticking to my body and creating a wet spot on the sheets.
"Maddy," he gasps, gently rolling his hips into mine. I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and neck. He's still got his clothes on, but this is the most intimate moment I've ever experienced.
He continues to grind against me, and the amount of pleasure it causes surprises me.
I whimper when I feel his rock hard bulge against me. His heart is dead, but something else sure isn't. (HAHAHAHA OMG GUYS SORRY)
"Harry, please," I beg, although I'm not sure what I'm begging for. Harry seems to understand, though. He looks into my eyes, slowing his hips down a bit, making each thrust of his hips hit against me just right, with more purpose. I want to scream at the feeling building up in the pit of my stomach. I'm not sure what it is, I've never experienced anything like this.
"Harry," I breathe, whining. He leans his head down, burying it in the crook of my neck. He leaves wet kisses against the skin there, sucking lightly. It feels amazing.
"What is it, baby?" He coos into my ear, shivers racing up and down my spine. "Does it feel good?"
I whimper, nodding my head. He brings an arm under my neck, cradling my head in one of his large palms.
"Open your eyes," he whispers. I hadn't even realized that they were closed. I open them, everything blurry from the amount of pleasure.
"Let go," he urges, pressing kisses to the corners of my mouth. I don't know what he's asking me to do, and the pleasure is nearly unbearable.
"Madelynn," he says sternly, moving his hips faster. I have to open my eyes again, I've shut them for a second time without my brain's permission. I look into the green of Harry's eyes, his brows furrowed.
"Madelynn, I love you," he whispers, kissing me on the lips as my whole world comes undone.
My body is left shaking, my vision white. I cry out at the pleasurable feeling.
"I love you," he whispers for a second time. I don't reply, only nod my head and kiss him. Do I love this boy? This wonderful, amazing, handsome, dead boy?
I don't know. The old me would've said no immediately. However, I'm not my old self. I'm a new person, who's been introduced to new things no one could ever dream of. The dead roaming the earth, guarding a human life. A second life on earth.
The old me would never allow a situation like this to happen, in place of going to school. I'm surprised with myself for letting Harry talk me into skipping. Actually, he didn't even have to talk me into it. I immediately obliged.
The old me is gone. And I think I like it.
OMG this is embarrassing to write. BUT MADARRY MOMENT YAYYYY. who thinks they'll end up together? they obviously will ok
