Him - { h.s. }

Chapter Eight:

Chapter Eight:

I opened the door and saw him standing there. His emerald green eyes bored into mine as we stood there halfway in the dark, the only light visible came from a small lamp placed by my couch. His breath reeked of alcohol, and because of what people had told me, I honestly didn’t want to put up with his unhealthy behavior.

“Harry, just go away. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” I said, my voice tired from today’s events, “Go home.”

“B-but I miss you,” He slurred, “I haven’t seen you since... since yesterday!” He put on a lopsided grin.

“Go home, Harry.” I was about to shut the door on him, but his much larger hands pushed the door back open. He pushed me aside and came inside of my home.

“Harry,” I said in a stern tone.

“What? I just want to have some fun.” He walked closer to me, his tall frame easily hovering over mine, his face inching closer with every breath a took.

“Stop,” I said, putting his hands on his chest, trying to push him back. But my frail body didn’t compete to his, I was too weak.  

“I just want to have fun...” He repeated. He grabbed my shoulders, pushing me so my back hit the wall behind the open door. In one swift motion, he turned around, quietly closed the door, and then grabbed onto my shoulders again.

“Harry,” I breathed, my heart had began to race in this unusual situation. He bent down so our eyes could meet once again, but he didn’t try to do anything. He simply just stared at my face, almost as if he was studying it. I couldn’t quite figure out what was going in his drunken mind, but from what I could see from his eyes, he was enjoying what he was doing.

He chuckled a little, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“What’s so funny, Harry?” I stood there confused, still pressed against the wall.

“Nothing, I just love the way you’re so innocent...I could change that for you, you know...”

“What’re you talking abo-”

“Have you ever kissed someone?” He asks, the smirk still evident on his face.

“Well, no but-” And with that, he leaned forward and kissed me. His hungry lips quickly attached to mine, my eyes widening at the sudden contact. They tasted like whiskey, and soon, without realizing it, I was kissing back.

 

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless. My mind whirled with question as to what just happened, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them aloud. I just stood there still in shock, as our bodies still remain close.

 

He chuckled again, but this time he spoke before I had the chance.

“You taste like strawberries,” I couldn’t help but blush, “See, I told you we could have some fun.”

“I guess you were ri-” But I was interrupted with my phone buzzing from my back pocket. I gave him an apologetic look before looking at my lockscreen, multiple texts popping up. All texts from my mother.

 

Brenna, where are you?

You were supposed to be at my house over an hour ago!

Are you okay? Did something happen?

 

“I, uhm,” I said embarrassedly, “I- uh, you need to go. I have to go.”

“But Brenna,” he whined. “I just got here.”

“Yea- Yeah, I know,” My voice cracked, my cheeks also felt hot, “But I have to be somewhere.” I scooted out from between the wall and his body and opened the door, “I’ll see you later, Harry.”

 

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Shoutout to @Dreamsparklydreams for helping me write this.

Thanks girlie.

 

Until next update! xx

//Megan