Awakened

Caught

I wake up laying in the backseat of the car. Harry is driving and softly singing a song about broken hearts. There's a pounding in my head and I groan.

He quickly glances back to me. "Huge headache, right?"

I just groan again in response.

Harry chuckles. "Don't worry. It will go away in a couple of hours. That's what happens when you use too much of your power too quickly. We're almost to my house."

I close my eyes and promptly go back to sleep.

When I open my eyes again, I am curled up on someone's bed. The dark blue sheets are soft against my skin. I stretch and sit up, wincing. My head still hurts.

I look at around. There is a small black desk to the right of the door on the left side of the room. Pictures hang of Harry and what I assume is his family on the wall. A fan blows air softly throughout the room. I get up and walk over to the window on the right side of the room. The sun is close to setting, casting a pink and orange glow against the few clouds there are in the sky.

The digital clock on the nightstand reads 6:48. I rub my head and walk out of the room. There are three doors in the hallway as I walk down and I'm afraid someone is going to come out and see a strange girl wandering around.

I stop to look at a picture of Harry and a girl with blonde hair. They're standing with their arms around each other smiling. I notice a few similar facial features.

"That's my sister," a voice says.

I jump and make a small noise in the back of my throat.

"Sorry," Harry chuckles and places his head on my shoulder.

"What's her name again?" I ask.

"Gemma. She's studying abroad this summer. Let's go downstairs. You need to drink water and eat."

Harry's sitting across the table from me, watching me eat a sandwich. I gulp down the water he gave me. Damn, I am hungry.

"We need to talk about what happened over there," he says.

I peer up at him. "What do you mean?"

He gives me a face that says I know exactly what he is talking about.

I shrug. "I just got a little carried away. I'm sure it won't happen again."

Harry raises an eyebrow. "How do you know that? You can't just rush into your telekinesis that quickly. You haven't had much time to adjust using it and it can start to control you instead of the other way around."

I place the dishes in the sink. "I'm sorry, okay."

"Sorry isn't enough," he says sharply. "This isn't a fucking game, okay?"

My mouth opens and closes. I don't really know what to say. He's never talked to me like that.

His face softens and he comes over to me. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I shouldn't take my stress out on you."

I take a step back and study him, as if he's a stranger.

He runs his hands through his hair. Something that he always seems to do when he's stressed. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to be scared."

I cross my arms and urge him to continue.

"There was someone watching us again, and I'm scared they're starting to get more confident. They know you don't have full control of your telekinesis."

"And you didn't think of at least giving me a heads up. How about a 'hey, you know that guy that's trying to kill us, well guess what he's right here!' How am I supposed to 'protect' myself if I don't even know what I'm protecting myself from?"

He averts his eyes and stays quiet.

"What are you so afraid of?" I demand and take an angry step towards him, poking him in the chest. "Together we could have totally taken them down."

"No, we couldn't have," he quietly remarks.

"And why the hell not!"

"Because you turn into a different person when you use your power. You get so power hungry it's like I don't know you anymore," he blurts out. He sighs and shakes his head. "It scares me how far gone you can get."

I process what he just told me. It is true that I can totally zone out, but he helps bring me back. I tell him that. "Harry, no matter what happens, I know that you'll keep me grounded." I pull him in for a kiss.

We place our foreheads against each others'. "Nothing will happen to us. We'll keep each other safe and more importantly alive," I say.

"Are you giving me permission to go into your head?" he asks mischievously.

"Only for emergencies," I warn with a smile.

He kisses my forehead. "I was able to go into his head," he says unexpectedly.

"Really?"

"Yes. He knows what our powers are."

"What does he want to do with us?"

He hesitates.

"Harry," I warn.

"He wants to kill us."

*
Harry and I are on our way to my house. We didn't do much after he said we were basically being hunted down. I suggested I get home because my parents might start to worry.

During the car ride, I don't feel too scared about what he said. I mean what can he really do? I don't see what the big deal is. Unless...

"Does the guy have powers, too?" I ask Harry.

He thinks about it for a sec. "No, I don't think he did. He might just be a scout. That doesn't mean there aren't people like us working for them.

"Why would they do that?"

"I don't know. Money, protection, blackmail."

"That's crazy," I mutter to myself.

He pulls up onto my driveway and turns to me. "I don't want to leave you alone. We're much more vulnerable when we're separated."

I grab his hands in mine. "I don't think they'll try anything if we're with our families inside. It seems like he only feels comfortable without any potential witnesses being present."

He looks unconvinced, but there's not much we can do about it. "We'll just have to train you harder."

"Of course," I reply. I glance at my house. "I should probably go."

Harry leans in for a short kiss but of course the moment our lips touch the passion takes over. We quickly unbuckle ourselves and I crawl into his lap. He pulls the lever to make the car seat move back so I can straddle him comfortably.

My hands are tangled in his curls and his hands are roaming up my waist and under my shirt. I lightly grind my self against him and he groans. I smile to myself and bite his lip while tugging at his hair.

A shiver runs through me as his fingers tease the edge of my shorts. I glide my hands down to his stomach, feeling his muscles. His heart is beating fast against my chest. I'm sure mine is the same. My body is burning for him. Harry's tongue runs over my lip.

I can feel his excitement beneath me and I move one of my hands down his body. I palm him through his jeans and he moans my name, breaking the kiss. He buries his head in the crook of my neck.

I whimper as Harry starts sucking lightly at the sensitive skin of my neck. My hand press harder against his growing bulge and, with the other one, I thread my fingers through his hair, guiding his mouth back to mine.

All of a sudden, there's a knock on the window. I jump up, hitting my head on the roof of the car. We turn and see a very pissed off Jacob glaring at us. Uh-oh.