𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: 𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐓𝐖𝐎

A few days have passed since the party and my mind can't seem to shake those greens eyes that scared me so much. I had spent the rest of that night feeling so anxious under Harry's cold stare. The boy couldn't possibly get any more intimidating..or handsome.

He toyed with me all night long, calling me sweet little pet names and touching me gently. The situation confused me more than you could imagine. His hard exterior was completely different from how he was treating me. He almost seemed protective of me.

Around 3 am I had decided that Charlotte had far too much to drink and should probably get home. I drug her to the car and took her back to my house to tend to her. The night ended with a sloppy kiss on the neck from Harry. His arms snuck around my waist.

"I'll see you soon," he mumbled lowly when I told him I was leaving.

I thought nothing of the gesture considering he had been smoking and possibly drinking.

I simply nodded and gave him a small smile.

And then I left.

And now I'm here.

I'm laying in bed staring at the ceiling replaying the night in my head. What the fuck is he deal?

The more I think about it, the weirder I find him, and his friends.

They were all so sneaky and quite in an unsettling way. But something about Harry is different. I can tell that he took to me differently than the others. He sees something in me and what that might be, I don't know.

The buzz of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I picked it up and glanced at the painfully bright screen. A text from Charlotte. She asked me to call her.

I dialed her and listened to it's ringing as I waited for her to pick up.

"Hey Char," I say softly into the phone.

"Oohh hi, I um have someone here who wants to uh haha talk to youuu," she says in sing song voice. She's drunk and very giggly. Typical.

I stay quite as I hear her pass the phone over.

"Am, it's me, I want you to come over," a deep voice says over the line.

My eyes widen as I realize who it is.

"Um hi Harry, w-where are you guys?" I ask nervously into the phone.

He pauses.

"Don't worry about that. Do you mind if I come get you? It's just us from the other night, we're having a few drinks, I want you here," he says cooly with his low rasp.

How am I supposed to respond to this?

Why would he want me there?

Maybe Charlotte needs me.

"I-I don't know, Harry. It's kinda late," I say quietly into the phone.

"Cmon Amede, I wanna see ya. Can't get you outta my head," he says softly. I can tell his nervous and not 100% sure about his words.