Haunted

The game Pt. 2

Eden

"So now I get to ask you two questions right?" He asks, the muscles in his arm ripples as he runs his hand through his hair.

"You can ask me whatever you like Doctor Styles," I reply softly.

"Call me Harry Eden, I think we're past formalities by now don't you?" He points out eliciting a giggle to escape my lips. "If you could have any career, what would it be?"

"A teacher," I confess and he tilts his head questioningly. "I love children, I'd want to teach kindergarten if I could." His eyes crinkle as he smiles at me sweetly.

"What's a secret that no one knows?" Harry asks, I bite my lip as my cheeks redden.

"Even though I'm about to turn twenty-three..... I'm still a virgin." I mumble as his lips part in surprise.

"Surely you've done some things, " he mutters as I shift my weight from one foot to the other.

"What happened today is about as far as I've gone," I admit and his eyes widen.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pinned you against the window like that, you were just so responsive and I-"

"It's fine Harry," I whisper as I press my hand against his firm chest. "I don't regret it."

"Me neither," He says under his breath as I hear the chef greet my mother.

"Wanna go for a walk?"

"It's drizzling outside," he replies and I shrug.

"Makes me feel alive," I smirk as he pulls on his hoodie.

"Don't you want a jacket?" He asks and I shake my head before taking his hand, I lead him out the sliding glass door to the large sprawling gardens. We walk for a few minutes in silence after he lets go of my hand and stuffs his into the pocket of his hoodie. "Tell me about the voices."

"Well like I said earlier, there are three. Two are more snarky and outspoken while the third is quieter but more malicious." I explain.

"What do they tell you?"

"They belittle me, call me a whore or tell me I'm too fat and ugly." I mumble and Harry stops walking, I turn back to him as he looks at me in surprise.

"You don't believe them right?" He asks with his brows furrowed and voice pained.

"Well, I-"

"It's fucking bullshit!" He growls as he walks towards me, he cups my face and peers into my eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Eden Anderson," Harry whispers honestly. His stunning green eyes lock onto mine as he brushes some hair behind my ear.

"Really?" I ask in shock, I've never heard those words before, not even from my ex-boyfriend.

"I know we just met but you'll soon learn that I'm an absolute shit liar," he smirks and I feel like I'm on top of the world. I shiver as he traces my bottom lip with his thumb, Harry pulls off his hoodie causing his shirt to ride up and expose his tattoos that accentuate his sinful v-line.

God damn he's hot, why aren't the voices ripping me apart right now?

"You'll get cold," I say softly, Harry gives me a look and I sigh before pulling his hoodie on.

"You'll just have to keep me warm then," He muses as he wraps his arm around me before we continue to walk.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask softly hoping that the answer is no.

"I wouldn't have kissed you like that if I did," he replies before stopping. He turns towards me as he gnaws his lip nervously. "I need to tell you something Eden, I saw you at the institute and  was instantly taken by your beauty and your breathtaking eyes." He confesses and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

"I don't remember you."

"You wouldn't. we maybe spoke three words to each other and you were heavily medicated. I asked about you after you left, that curiosity got me this job really. The more I talk to you and get to know you, the more beautiful you are to me." He whispers softly as his eyes sparkle down on me. "I don't think you're crazy Eden, and I will help you achieve whatever you want to."

What if what I want is standing right in front of me?

"Eden? Are you out here sweetheart?" My mother's voice calls from the house.

"I'll be there in a minute," I shout before pulling Harry behind a large tree.

"I should get going," he says regretfully and I nod before tugging up his hoodie. "Keep it,: he insists. He chews his lip pensively making me want them more and more.

Please kiss me, please kiss me.

"I know we've already crossed so many lines today but-" he pauses before running his hand through his hair sheepishly. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Fuck yes," I mutter under my breath as I grip his collar and pull him down so his lips meet mine. One of his large hands cradles my jaw as the other slips under his hoodie and my tank top before splaying across my bare back causing me to shudder at the contact.

Harry deepens the kiss and I feel him in a whole new way, a way I've never felt anyone. I pant against his lips as my body buzzes with energy. He pulls away slightly before placing kisses on the corners of my mouth, Harry leaves one last soft kiss on my lips before pulling away.

"I'll see you tomorrow love," he whispers and walks out towards the front of the house.

You stupid, stupid whore. She just can't keep her legs shut. The two more outspoken voices pop back up before the last, more evil one speaks.

Next time he touches you, he dies.