Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Fourteen

              Annabelle decided not to look at her legs from her knees down. She knew they were burned, and boy does it hurt, but she ignored the pain and continued to get dressed in her black skinny jeans, as always.

Understanding it was an accident, she decided she is not going to hold a grudge. Besides, the physical pain distracts her from anything else that is currently going on.

Annabelle plopped down on the couch and pulled her phone out from her pocket. She is constantly checking it, even though she knows she won't ever have any calls or messages, but this time she was wrong. Annabelle seen message from Harry. He had sent it this morning.

Harry:
I'm sorry about last night. I made a stupid mistake. I shouldn't have hung out with you.

Ouch. Annabelle thought he couldn't hurt her any more than he already had. It seems like she just kept getting proved wrong, and it sucked. Whatever. She is not going to think about it. She will just ignore him and his stupid comments and questions that he always throws at her. It doesn't matter. Her feelings don't matter.

Annabelle's parents came into the living room. "Let's go, we're late."

"Sorry we're late, I had trouble waking Annabelle up." Julie told Anne when they walked in. Once again, she got the blame for everything.

"That's fine, hun. Harry and Gem were eighteen once, I understand." Anne replied.

You know, now that Annabelle thinks of it, Harry's twenty. Why is he still living with his mother? Same with Gemma, she's twenty-three. Can they not afford their own place? Well, Gemma is in college, so maybe she can't afford her own place. Harry, on the other hand, is not in school. He's probably just lazy.

"Hey Annabelle." Gemma came up to Annabelle. She gave Gemma a soft smile and waved.

"You doing good?" She asked. Annabelle nodded, looking away. She spotted Harry watching them

What, too much of a coward to come talk to me?

Annabelle stared at him until he made eye-contact with her, and he quickly looked away. What's his problem? If anything, Annabelle should be the one ignoring him. She rolled her eyes and followed everyone to the dining room.

Everyone sat down in the usual order, the parents at one end of the table, Gemma beside Annabelle, Harry in front of her. She made sure to stare at him the whole time. She tried to make him uncomfortable. He avoided her gaze.

Last night, Annabelle was starting to be willing to forget about everything and forgive him. She understands the fact that he just wants to be friends. It's not like she wanted any kind of romantic relationship with him anyway. She shouldn't have got so upset about seeing the lipstick on his neck. Obviously he has a girlfriend, she figured that much in the first place. She just wishes he would have at least warned her.

She decided to just let him know that she is over it, it's not big deal, right? She gently kicked his leg under the table, he flinched and kept his gaze on his plate.

Really?

She kicked him again, a bit harder this time. He's lucky she doesn't have shoes on. He grinned, looking down at his lap to hide it.

Annabelle furrowed her eyebrows, kicking him again, as hard as she could. He then, finally, looked up and met her gaze. She gave him a small smile. He smiled back, lightly kicking her leg. Only for her, it really hurt. She flinched, closing her eyes and pursing her lips. The burns from earlier started stinging again. She took a deep breath and opened my eyes, ignoring the pain shooting through her leg and knee, and picked up her glass of water, taking a quick drink. She gave her mother a look, in which she nodded and Annabelle stood up, dismissing herself from the table.

She went back into the living room, looking around. She needed to find a bathroom. She couldn't see any other doors or hallways, except the foyer and front door.

"What happened back there?" Harry came up behind her, making her jump a bit. She looked at him, not knowing what to do. "Are you okay?" He asked. She slightly nodded, putting all of my weight on her left leg, the one that wasn't stinging so bad. "No you're not." He said quietly. "Come on." He said, grabbing her hand and intwining their fingers. These are the type of things that make Annabelle confused and make her want to be Harry's girl.

She pulled her hand away slowly, putting it in her back pocket. Harry chose to ignore the fact that Annabelle practically rejected him and continued to walk. He led her through the kitchen and up a wooden staircase. There was a small hallway with four doors. He led her to the last one and opened it, revealing his bedroom. They walked inside, and he pushed the door until it was almost shut all the way, and sat down on the edge of his bed. She followed him.

His hand reach over, gently grabbing Annabelle's and holding it, but she once again, pulled her hand away. He sighed. "Look, I know I messed up and stuff, but-" Annabelle stopped him, putting her hands up. "What?" He asked. She shook my head, giving him a smile.

It's okay, I don't care anymore.

"O...okay." Then, silence. "So, um, your leg. Is it okay? I didn't mean to hurt you." He reach out lightly touching her leg. She held back a flinch and nodded, backing away a bit. He stayed still, looking down at her legs. She stood up, and he followed.

"Annabelle," Harry said in so quietly. Her breathing became unsteady, just like it does every time he says anything to her.  She took one step back, and Harry took one forward. He slowly walked towards her as she slowly walked backwards until she found her back hitting a wall, and she couldn't go anywhere. She was trapped by a wall and Harry. "Annabelle," he whispered again, quieter this time.

Annabelle looked at his eyes, they were still as beautiful as ever. His body came even closer, so their chests were pressed together. Her breathing slowed down, and was uneven. He licked his lips.

What are you doing?

His head leaned down, and just when she thought he would kiss her lips, his head turned to the side. His lips met her jaw, then her neck. His lips searched her neck for her weak spot. She didn't even know where her weak spot was, she never has been kissed before. Especially not like this.

Then he found it. It was on her collar bone, which was starting to stick out. She was proud of that.

She lightly gasped as Harry began sucking on her collarbone. Her skin began to sting, and Harry kissed his way back up to her jaw.

But you have a girlfriend?

"Might want to cover this up." Harry whispered in her ear, before slowly backing away, and leaving the room. Leaving her breathless. Leaving her stunned, confused, angry, and yet, pleased.