A Falling Sky

Chapter 5

Harry bursts through my door. I must have forgot to lock it when I kicked Heath out earlier. I am laying on my bed in my towel still, staring up at the ceiling when my head snaps to the sound. I jump off of the bed

“What the hell are you doing here!” I hiss, trying to cover myself up. I dash around the room for my robe, but Harry picks it up off of the chair next to my door.

“I just wanted to apologize.” He says smoothly and glides over to me, squeezing the fabric in his hands. I reach for the robe but he doesn’t give it to me.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I just want us to be friends.” He says, and he looks at me with shiny green eyes. There is a fire behind them, something that I’ve never seen or felt before.

“Harry…” I say, shying away before his fiery eyes can melt my icy heart.

He catches my chin, and lightly pulls me to look at him again. I should slap him for the invasion of my space, especially when I have a boyfriend, but I can’t. I don’t want to. I let my eyes flicker to his again.

“Can we be friends?” he whispers. The mood has dramatically shifted. His face is inches from mine and I can smell his minty gum. I know this is wrong. His lips are close enough to brush and I am locked into his gaze. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I try and reach for the robe again, but he grabs my wrist and pushes me against my dresser. It shakes behind us.

This is the part where he grabs my face and kisses me. This is the part where his fingers knit through my hair and he harshly presses his lips to mine. This is the part where he uses his tongue to open my stubborn mouth because he knows I want him to… and I do. Oh God, I do.

This is the part.

But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he lets go of my wrist and his hands linger at my chest. He smirks at me while teasingly looping his fingers into the top of my towel. Before I have time to react, he rips it open. He stares down at my chest and I follow his gaze. When I look, I can now visibly see a quiver radiating in the middle of my chest. I look back up at Harry with a question mark on my face, but he is not looking at my breasts—he is watching the rippling. He’s not freaked out at all by this strange phenomenon as he smiles at me and puts a hand to the ball of energy.

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I WAKE FROM MY sleep a few hours later. I can tell that I had a good dream last night, but I can’t remember what it was about. I have never been able to remember any dreams my entire life. Surely, that is not normal? But no matter how hard I try, the second my eyes open, any dream that I’ve ever had fades like smoke in my hands. I wish I could remember though, because I am waking up feeling ten times happier than when I went to sleep. I shrug to myself and roll out of bed to go to my first day of classes in my senior year of college.

The Vanderbilt campus has become familiar and I feel very comfortable in my lecture halls, finding a few people I know and sitting with them. They all ask, “How’s Heath?” without first asking if we were still together or not. They must know that we won’t ever separate and that gives me relief. I like having a constant in my life and that constant is Heath. We’ll always be together and even everyone around us knows it. I just needed to sleep off my weird day. I notice that the quiver in my chest is weakening significantly as each day goes by and I haven’t changed the weather at all, which is good. I do what I can to avoid going to Heath’s apartment this week, instead opting for Heath to join me at my place. I feel bad because I miss Bradley, who is also my best friend, but his cousin’s a prick who I don’t really feel like seeing right now. Before I know it, the first week of classes are over and Friday is upon me.