Amelia's POV:
My father had told me that I was going to visit the lake with Harry today. For the first time ever, I actually didn't want to go outside.
But of course, father had practically forced me to. Telling me, "just act as if he isn't there. He won't bother you, he'll just be with you the whole time."
What he doesn't seem to understand is that's what bothers me. I don't want to be stalked when I enjoy my only chance of freedom - even if it is by a stupendously handsome man like Harry.
I was sporting a light yellow summer dress that reached just below my knees, and white lace sandals.
After finally buckling up the last strap, a heavy knock sounded on my door.
It was probably George.
"Yes?" I called out.
But nobody called back.
When I slowly opened the door, I almost melted.
It revealed Harry.
He was wearing tight fitted black jeans, along with a very transparent black t shirt. I could see the outlines of his beautiful body and it made me want to lick a stripe up his chest.
What? No! What are these thoughts? Amelia, stop.
My eyes reached his godly face.
Oh goodness.
He was staring right at my eyes. Almost glaring. His face was masked of any emotion. Plump, cherry lips were in a still line.
"I-I... w-what..." I faded off.
My eyes casted downwards, staring at my un interesting feet. It was hard to keep eye contact with him.
Harry had this thing about him. He was extremely intimidating. His lean body towered over mine, causing me to have to raise my chin much higher than usual when making eye contact.
"Don't stutter," he demanded bluntly.
My head snapped up, my blue eyes wide and confused.
"Pardon?"
"Don't stutter. I don't think you realise how irritating it is," Harry snarled.
Strangely, he looked frustrated with himself - like there was some sort of battle going on in his head.
I didn't know what to say. Because of my father, I guess you could say I was quite a recluse. I didn't have any friends - the only people I spoke to were my family... and the guards of course. They were always very respectful to me because of how important my father was.
So I wasn't familiar with how to deal with any rude comment made towards me.
My mouth agape, I was dumbfounded, "I - excuse me?"
"Your lack of skill in any kind of communication is quite amusing. But I've been told that the little pretty princess likes to go outside on Wednesdays, and I don't like time wasters. So are you coming, or not?"
His cold eyes bore into mine.
I was so offended and startled that I was clueless on what to say back. But before I had a chance to scramble up some words, he had disappeared down the hallway.
I met the rude, ill-mannered boy (other known as Harry) at the main entrance of the castle.
Not even glancing at me, he began the journey to the lake.
His long, lean legs took large steps, resulting in him being very far ahead of me. Stumbling on my feet, I struggled to keep up with him.
I was sure a bodyguard was supposed to hover around you, keeping a close eye. Not storm ahead like some sort of tribe leader.
Breathless, I muttered, "can you please slow down?"
Continuing his long strides, Harry completely ignored my plea.
I was irritated - and angry. Wanting to prove a point that I could keep up with him, I began marching ahead a lot quicker than before.
But apparently my foot had other plans. My foot caught on a tiny lip in the ground, preventing me from taking another large step.
I was confused, and didn't know what had happened until I was on the floor and my hands had moved in front of my face to protect me.
"Ow!" I cried out, clutching onto my twisted ankle, a sudden throbbing sensation near the area.
All of a sudden a large hand roughly grabbed my upper arm and yanked me off of the ground.
I whimpered, being turned and slammed into Harry's steel chest.
"Can you at least stay on your feet?" he hissed.
I felt his hot breath fan over my face. Pressed up against his warm chest, I forced myself to pull away from him.
I snatched my arm from Harry's tight grip, glaring at him with all of the hate that I could muster.
"Do not touch me," I snapped, "I'm capable of standing up on my own, thank you very much."
I had turned around and attempted to continue my journey, when Harry had snatched me back in a harsh manner. "Do not walk away from me. Ever. Is that clear?" a low snarl rumbled from his throat.
Dark army green eyes glared into mine, a dominating look in them. His grip had tightened on my wrist, and his teeth were gritted.
"Let go!" I snapped, desperately yanking my arm away from him.
But there was no chance that I could escape his iron hold. There was a resemblance in his eyes to an angry, starving lion - stalking it's prey. Harry suddenly became a whole lot more frightening.
"I said let go!" I cried, my whole body trembling, "God dammit Harry - you're hurting me!"
Finally letting my wrist free, I immediately clutched it to my chest. I whimpered weakly when I pressed my thumb against the purple blotches too hard.
"T-that wasn't meant to happen," he pleaded, coming closer to me. I noticed the frantic look in his eyes.
Weary, I flinched back, "M-maybe we should head home," I mumbled quietly.
"-Amelia I...I'm sorry."
"I know."
Harry's POV
Fuck.
That wasn't meant to happen.
I just lashed out on her because of my own problems.
I don't think I'll ever forget the frightened look in her eyes, or the way she flinched when I tried to come closer to her. I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of the huge purple blotches on her delicate wrists - that I caused.
I'm a monster.
I shouldn't be around someone so innocent and pure. No matter how strong my lust for her is, I can't let anything happen. I'll just ruin everything...and her along the way.
authors note:
i hope you enjoyed this really crappy, short chapter :D
i promise they will get longer and much better along the way ... i just want to make sure someone is actually reading this story and it isn't completely pointless lmao
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