Feelings

Chapter Four : You Cant Have Me

CHAPTER 4

*WARNING* this chapter contains intense content and language.

It only takes me a moment to realize he isn't taking me home. "Where..." I clear my throat and he turns to look at me. "Where are we going?"

"My place. I can't take you home like this." He holds his right hand to me.

I nod, glad that that is his only reason for bringing me to his apartment.

"What happened?" He asks. I know he's referring to the event that took place moments before.

"That guy, he's Chris's friend." I start.

"The guy who hit your brother?" He remembers from the other day.

"Yes..."

"Did you confront him?" He cuts me off.

"Yes." I say quietly.

Harry gives me an amused look out of the corner of his eye. "He's twice your size."

"He's three times my brothers size!" I defend.

"Did he hurt you?"

"No." I tell him.

"Did he touch you?" I can tell he's pissed. I don't say anything, playing with my fingers in my lap. I gasp when he suddenly pulls over and stops the range rover.

"Did. he. touch. you." His voice is slow and determined as he stares at my profile.

I nod once, and he swears.

"Where?" I don't want to tell him because I don't want to remember it.

"Where did he touch you?"

I bite my lip. "My thigh."

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then continues to drive.

When we reach his apartment he unlocks to door and I follow him inside. There is a decent sized living room and a small kitchen connected. A hallway on the right has three doors off it. It's surprisingly tidy.

"Where is your bathroom?" I ask.

"It's the door on the right." He points to the hall.

Taking his left hand I pull him with me.

"Meredith..."

"Sit down." I say softly.

He sits on the closed toilet, and I find a washcloth.

"Give me your hand." I take his right hand, and hold it over the sink, turning the water on. I watch him watch me as I clean off the blood, admiring his long eyelashes and unruly curls.

"What are you staring at?" He chuckles.

"You." I admit sheepishly.

"Shouldn't you be focused on my hand? It's been clean for a while now." There's a cheeky grin dancing across his face.

I look down to see that I am, in fact, holding his cleaned hand under the cool water. Embarrassed, I study the fresh cuts on his knuckles. He suddenly pulls his hand away, and the next thing I know he's standing over me. He backs me up against the wall.

"Harry..."

"I'm glad you called for me." He says, placing a hand on my waist.

I struggle for breath as he leans in, and then his lips meet mine. I can't help but gasp as the bombs go off. He chuckles, and pins one if my wrists above my head. My body kisses him back, but my mind is screaming warnings.