Scars P.O.V.
After fumbling with the many keys on Harry's keychain, I shakily helped Harry into his flat. An involuntary sigh escaped my lips. My own carelessness still astounded me.
Why couldn't I just have squealed or something? Like a normal college girl would've when grabbed from behind. But no. I had to flip him over my shoulder like freaking Jackie Chan.
Now, not only did I have to explain how I could easily toss someone twice my size, I was also trapped in the apartment of an uncleared murder suspect. I swallowed.
"So are we going in, or..." Harry said.
I blinked a few times. We were still rooted to the same spot on the threshold.
"Y-Yeah, of course." I slid my hand along his wall until my fingers flicked a light switch on. With my arm wrapped firmly around Harry's waist, we staggered into his apartment.
Despite being slightly messy, his living space was incredibly large and stylish. Almost extravagant. I looked back and forth between Harry and the expensive leather furnishings. It didn't suit his laid back, somewhat punk persona.
The picture of a young Harry in a suit with a dashing middle aged man at his side suddenly came to mind. Of course he'd be rich. His father was the president of the Bank of England.
"Like what you see?" Harry asked suddenly.
I glanced up at him and attempted a smile. "Mmhmm. You have a really nice place."
With a stiff nod, he began hobbling into the living room, hand clutching his head.
"Wait, do you need some help?" I rushed to his side and placed a hand on his back.
"It's alright, I can manage," he said, shrugging me off. Using an armrest for support, he slowly lowered himself onto the sofa. I winced. What have I done? I watched him with what I presumed was an extremely pained expression on my face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I blurted out and dug my teeth into my bottom lip.
The grin on his face following my outburst relieved some of my tension. "Just a little sore. But very much embarrassed." He chuckled. "How the hell could someone of your size flip me like that so easily?"
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not that tall, and you are a little on the scrawny side. With eight years of karate lessons under my belt, flipping you is a piece of cake."
I giggled at the indignant expression on his face and quickly followed with an 'I'm kidding'. I was definitely kidding. Without the vertical boost of heeled shoes, looking into his eyes was a chore for my neck.
A soft ding from Harry's pocket interrupted my laughter. He reached into it and pulled out his all too familiar black cell. Upon looking at the screen, his eyebrows pulled together into a deep frown. My eyes itched to know what could have changed his mood so quickly for the worse. I subtly shifted my weight onto my toes and craned my neck upwards.
"Hey, could you make me some tea?" Harry asked, his eyes never leaving the small screen.
"Um, of course, but are you sure you're okay here by yourself?"
"Yeah, yeah, mmhmm. Kitchen's to your right." He began rapidly typing away on the phone, still not sparing me a glance. He was definitely distracted by something. God, how I wish I knew what. I shook my head and decided to follow his directions to the kitchen.
There, I found the teapot already sitting on the stove and a half-empty box of tea bags on the counter. I smiled to myself. I never would have had him pegged for a tea lover. Humming to myself, I went about filling up the teapot with water and heating it up till it whistled. After going through the struggle of looking for teacups in his countless cupboards, I arranged everything in a neat little tray.
I heard footsteps walking away from the couch, I turned around to see where he went, but he was right in front of my face. by the close proximity between the two of us, I swiftly swiveled back around to making the packet tea. Harry, on the other hand, stood exactly where he was. After, approximately, three minutes, he decided to get seated on the stool, but I could feel his eyes on me, as I moved around searching for two cups.
I tried to steady my hands so I could pour the steaming tea into the two cups without dripping. As I was in the middle of filling up the second mug, someones cell went off. The deafening ring of Harry's phone made me spill tea all-over myself.
"Hello?" Harry said in a monotone voice, he hadn't noticed that I spilled yet. "...stop calling me! I don't like you, and I ne-"
He ended the call once he spotted me trying to get the unsightly brown out of my white v-neck. He sauntering over to where I was standing, trying to stifle a laugh. I glared at him to make him stop, but he doubled over laughing. He grabbed a light tissue and tried to clean up the counter and he bent over to wipe the floor. I couldn't help myself but to stare at his ass. I turned around blushing even though he didn't catch me yet.
"You're shit at that, you know?"
Harry winked at me while smirking. I wanted to say that I wasn't ogling but I decided against it, and just rolled my eyes. I looked down to see that my entire shirt was see through, however when I glanced back up at Harry, his eyes were elsewhere. I suddenly got uneasy knowing my body was exposed, but I just snapped my fingers next to my face to make him peer at my face, instead of my figure.
"You're shit at that, you know?" I said, mocking him from earlier.
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