Dirty Little Secrets, Dirty Little One Shots (h.s.)

Disturbed

***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the rebooted version of Disturbed...I added some new stuff.***

It's well after midnight, Friday night has now turned into early Saturday morning. My week has sucked, I'm stressed and sick of being lonely. All I want to do is get some sleep, to try to forget about being all alone, and maybe salvage some of my weekend. I toss and turn in my empty bed until I finally fall asleep. I'm rudely plucked from my deep slumber when I hear a revving outside. It's my neighbor Harry and his damn motorcycle, it could literally wake the dead, and dead is precisely how I'm feeling right now.

Harry is 22 years old and he doesn't do anything unless it's loud. Loud music, loud cars, loud parties, and his loud motorcycle which he knows I completely despise. He incessantly flirts with me, and he's snarky but he has as sweet side to him that comes out when he feels like showing it. Regardless, he's not my type and I don't think he knows how much I cherish my sleep, but he's about to find out after he woke up the much too grouchy Madison.

The moment I hear his Harley I sit straight up in bed, grab a hair tie from my nightstand to throw my hair in a messy bun. Seeing as though I am six years older than Harry and we're polar opposites, I'm not concerned with looking cute when I confront him about the commotion, he's causing outside my bedroom window.

I head out to the balcony of my second-floor bedroom, to tell him to stop. "Harry..." I whisper shout trying not to wake up anyone else. I roll my eyes at my stupid attempt to get his attention. He'll never hear me while his bike is on, seriously what am I thinking? Oh, that's right I'm not thinking because I'm exhausted. I fling the door to my balcony back open so I can make my way to the front door. If I'm going to get his attention, I'll have to go over and see him face to face.

I step outside wearing my favorite pair of pajama pants, a white tank and nothing else but bare feet. I drag in a quick breath of the cool air and glance up at the sky when I sense how brightly it's lit. The moon is intensely circled by a soft glow. The surrounding sky is a beautiful shade similar to red wine which fades into complete blackness. Tonight's backdrop couldn't be any more exquisite. If I was in the right frame of mind, I'd stare at it for hours just to absorb its splendor, but I'm hell bent on putting a stop to this noise first.

I walk up behind Harry who's sitting with his legs straddling his motorcycle which is parked just inside his garage. He appears to be tinkering fixing something. I gently tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. It's obvious he's not expecting anyone by how startled he is from my touch. He quickly spins around gripping his wrench like he's ready to beat down whoever snuck up behind him. "Madison...shit you scared me. What are you doing outside, you look like you've been sleeping?"

"Seriously Harry? I was sleeping until you decided to leave your bike running outside my window. Are you seriously that clueless? Really?"

He shuts off the bike and flings one leg over to dismount it. He takes purposeful steps towards me getting dangerously close to invading my personal bubble.

"I'm sorry Maddy, if you'd like I can tuck you back into bed."

He's got some nerve thinking his British charm will take him anywhere in life, including my pants. It's ridiculous how bewitching he is, the way he flashes that sexy smile. Even worse, he knows he owns major sex appeal and he uses it to his advantage. There's no doubt this comes naturally to him because he's too young to be so well practiced in the art of seduction.

Yeah, I know that I said I'm not interested in him, maybe that was a bit of a lie. Cut me some slack, he's hard to resist, especially in the dark parts of my mind where I so desperately need to be wanted, touched, and seduced.