We Still Exist [h.s.]

Chapter 16 (pt. 2)

FRANKIE'S POV

I felt a familiar grip holding onto my arm, continuing to gently pull me into one of the classrooms. They locked the door and then turned on the lamp at the teacher's desk. It was Harry. And we were in our 4th period math room. "Baby girl, you look fucking magnificent."

My eyes started watering as they filled up with a couple little tears. I pressed myself into him like I hadn't seen him in years. He smelled like his really good cologne and his heart was beating so fast. He squeezed me and breathed out into my neck. He felt so tense.. my poor baby. "Haz what the fuck. I thought tonight was for us. This is the first time you've looked me in the eyes. And thanks for the backup out there with Sophia."

He seemed like he might puke. I took out my flask and took a swig. I offered it to Harry and he took it without me having to verbalize it. He took multiple swigs. "What's going on right now?. You're making me freak out."

I just wanted him to talk. We were finally alone. "Why did you lose your boxing title?"

Woah. That's weird. What a fucking question. "Well.. I.."

I sighed really deep. "I was the 'coach's pet' and I had the responsibility of locking up the gym every night because I was the last one there anyways. When I was locking the door a little over a year ago, I got attacked by 8 of my ex-team members. They stole the keys for the gym and vandalized it. Leaving me to die in the alley outside."

I took a really big drink and cleared my throat. Harry's eyes looked soulless. Like he was in shock, but had been there a while. "If it wasn't for Jae's now boyfriend being on his morning run, I would've died from brain hemorrhaging. I still have a scar on my head."

I grabbed his hands while he watched my every move. I placed his hand exactly where I had my 37 stitches under my hair, letting him visualize some of the story I was telling. "That was a really random question. What's going on with you?."

I just waited for something. Anything. But I couldn't be the only one talking. "Haz please say something.."

He pulled me into a hug. Not a normal 'I missed you' kind of hug. "Frankie, I can't let her do anything to hurt you again."

Wait. What? Everything was silent again. "Who?"

He looked at me with defeated eyes. "Sophia. She's crazy. I wish I just asked you and avoided all of this. I don't even know where to start."

I smiled warmly in his direction. "It's going to be okay Haz. It's just us right now. This is all I've been wanting all day. Let's forget everything else for a little bit."

I made the first move. I knew what I wanted. "Harry I want you to have my metaphorical virginity. I know my real one was wasted, but if you don't think I'm used or tarnished.. I want you.. if you want me too."

His eyes looked rattled but less stressed. "You want me to be your first? Frankie.."

"I don't mean to be weird or pressure you. You can obviously say n-"

My words are stopped by another pair of lips smashing into mine. I guess I have my answer. He put one hand behind my neck and his other on my waist. Instead of pushing me onto the wall like our previous encounters, he picks me up and sets me on my usual desk during class. "You are not tarnished or used. I don't mean to be odd, but I've imagined having my way with you right here on this desk, about a million different times."

I was flattered and star struck. Harry started to unzip the back of my dress with a small 'oops' while he stood me up from the desk and it fell on the ground. Leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and black g-string. My heels were still on. I went to take them off, but he stopped me. "Believe me love, your feet won't be on the ground much.. just leave 'em on."