love strings

chapter 17

_!!Recap!!_
    My room is completely dark as I open the bathroom door. So I walk towards my bed to turn on my bedside lamp. I trip over something suddenly making me fall flat on the floor, groaning loudly. but Thank god for my toiletry bag, my face was safe from kissing the floor or i swear i'd break my nose. what the hell was that??what the hell did i trip on??

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     I reach for the lamp and by-mistakenly push it off the table. The glass shatters everywhere making me cuss  out loud. The room was filled with utter darkness except for the few rays of the moonlight hitting through the open window. The cool breeze blew in as the curtains swayed along with it. 

   I Get up and search for my phone. On finding it on the edge of the bed I turn on the torch light. And instantly things become visible.

    I find a pair of shoes scattered on my wooden floor. Dirty ones might I add. I kick it slightly and find mud under it. It looked like someone had ran through a dirty field,climbed a tall tree and got mud all over his feet to make it look like the way it did.

   “what the fuck??” I cuss it out. And try to look around for the burglar. I carefully grab an old tennis racket which was leaning next to my table. I search the room. But find nothing. No more evidence.

   I look under my bed with cautious eyes thinking someone would be lying dead under it. Like you'd see in creepy suspense movies. I sway my torch around but find no one there. Well thank god! I'd be having a minor heart attack if I saw a body there. I try to get up from the floor but hit my head in the process.

    “ugh!”I groan, massaging the spot. God that hurt.

    “careful there! ”I hear a drowsy yet familiar voice speak from behind me and a hand carefully patting my back. I turn around in shock,ready to hit the shit out of the burglar in my room. As soon as the bat made contact with his head a loud whine follows it. He groaned loudly and I was only about to hit him again when he cried out my name.

    I instantly recognized the low greasy voice. I held my racket back.“Harry? Is it you?” I ask only to get a curse as a reply, confirming it was him.

   I still couldn't see his face though because there was absolutely no light.

    “fuck you kat. Ouch! that fucking hurt” he groans again. I laugh at his drowsy voice. He was obviously drunk. His voice was deeper than usual and I must admit that it sounded incredibly sexy.

   “what the hell are you doing here Harry?”

   “why'd you leave the parddy meow?”he asks ignoring my question, as he sits on my bed while I turn on the light. Well I need to get my bedside lamp fixed. I quickly kick all the tiny pieces of glass under my bed making a mental note of cleaning it, the first thing in the morning.

   He lays on my bed with his hands resting under his head as he looks at me picking up the large pieces of glass and putting it into the bin. “how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that and I left because it was getting late and I'm going to sleep..which brings me back to what the hell are you doing here?”

   “meooww....”he sings with a  cheeky smile which sends his eyes shut. “Do I always have to need a reason to visit you...?”

   I walk to where he was lying and look at him. He didn't seem to noticed me standing right next to him...he was too wasted. “yes Harry. Why else would you be here in my room at 11:15 at night??”

   “be..cause.....I have no idea actually ”he blabs with his eyes still close.

  “and how the hell did you get in so easily?”