5 days. That's how long I've been back. I've been trying to remember but it's like there is a block. I wanted to remember but I couldnt. James had been great, a bit over protective, no alot over protective but he was sweet non the less.
I met Logan and Ethan a few days ago, apparently they were friends too but not as close as James. Max had come by every day for at least 2 hours each day. The other day he came round and we sat and watched a film. James had started working from home so I didnt disturb him during the days he was in his office. I felt bad when Logan told me how james rarely left my side and him and Ethan took over his work. I had been wondering how I got kidnapped and why. I didnt want to ask because I felt like no one wanted me to know. I know the only reason james told me about being kidnapped and abused was because I had the scars and there wasnt really any over explanation.
"Harper" james called. I guess that meant the pizza was here. James decided we were going to spend some time together because apparently we didnt spend much time together which was untrue. We had breakfast and dinner together and he would come check on me every few hours, occasionally he would sit and join me with his laptop when I was watching something.
"Harper come down" he called again and i rolled my eyes, he was so impatient. I quickly put my hair in bun as it was only long enough to do so and pushed up my sleeves of the hoodie I was wearing. I had stolen james hoodie earlier this morning as I was cold and his hoodies looked so warm. It was around 7am and I couldnt sleep so I decided to go see what he was doing. He was in the walk in closet getting dressed when I walked in. Actually the scene was quite funnyEarlier (in the morning)
"James" I said walking into his room. It was still early but I knew that he usually got up around this time. I knew his routine, it was the same every day. He got up around 7ish then he came and checked on me, I always pretended to be asleep though and then he left and most likely did some work then made breakfast which was ready for 9ish. "I see you're awake early" he states walking out of the closet in just a pair of jeans. I couldnt help but look at his muscles, they were perfectly shaped and the tattoos were perfectly placed. A blush formed on my cheek but I quickly hid it by laying down on my stomach on the bed. "Come in, make yourself at home, get comfy" he muttered sarcastically. "Your bed is comfy" I say and I find myself grabbing a pillow and resting my head on it. He laughs and walks back in the closet to finish of changing and I found myself wishing he didnt. What the hell was wrong with me. I lectured myself for feeling this way towards a friend, obviously in my head. I wouldn't dare lecture myself out loud, he would hear and most likely avoid me maybe even throw me out. As I was deep in thought a hand touched my back and I screamed out of shock. "Jesus, you're gonna make my ears bleed" james said covering his hands with his ears. "You made me jump what do you expect" I said now sitting up. "I didn't expect that" he complained in which I roll my eyes. "Wanna have breakfast now" he asked and I nod. I got up and headed to the door, he was following behind but then I tripped. I almost went flying, well I did and just before I could face plant the floor, he had held of my arm and pulled me up, he pulled me into his chest and I was now facing him. My breathing got heavy at the proximity. I had to get out of this situation. "You ok" he asks after a moment of us just looking at each other. "Yeah thanks for catching me" I reply and he smiles "always" oh god. That feeling again. He will probably think I'm a right wierdo for having these feelings for him. I didn't even know what these feelings were. I knew that I enjoyed spending time with him, I knew I thought he was super sweet and caring and I knew i found him attractive. I couldnt tell him this though as it had only been 5 days. Yes we knew each other before but I couldnt remember. I took a step back and saw I had tripped over a piece of clothing. "Why is this on the floor" i ask picking up a tshirt. He laughed at my sudden change of the topic. "I guess I forgot to put it in the wash basket" he replied and shrugged. I rolled my eyes and picked it up. "Where are you going" he asks as I head towards his closet. "Putting it in the wash basket before another accident occurs" I say. He laughs and watches me enter. The closet was massive. Clothes upon clothes were all hung neatly and put in different sections. I quickly put the tshirt in the basket but before I could leave I spotted the most comfiest looking hoodie ever. "James" I call and he rushes in within seconds. "What happened are you ok" he questions. "I'm ok, just your hoodie it looks so comfy" I say, I really wanted it. I didnt even have to ask though as he got it down from the hanger and threw it into my arms "it's yours now"Back to actual time
So that was how I came to wear his hoodie, i swear i had already planned on stealing all his hoodies as they were so nice. His hoodie was massive and I came to thr conclusion over sized hoodies were the best.
I went downstairs and saw him in the living room, the pizza was on the coffee table along with a big bottle of coke and two glasses and he was aimlessly flicking through films. "Finally" he says once he noticed me and go and sit next to him. "What are we watching " I ask grabbing a blanket from the basket which held about 3 blankets in. "Arent you gonna be warm" he says as I wrap the blanket around myself. "No, you're just trying to steal it arent you" I ask and he mumbles something but I couldnt catch it. He puts on what seemed to be somewhat a family film which was good, I realized I didnt like horror films the other day when I screamed and ran out the room when max and I watched one. "I'm not trying " he said to me with some what of a mischievous grin. "good" I hesitantly say and reach to grab a slice of pizza. As I do, the blanket leaves my body and I turn and see james wrapping it around himself. "Hey that was mine" I say glaring at him. "I'm sure you can easily get another" he shrugged. He was right I could, the basket was within arms length and it would be easy to do so but I couldnt let him get away with it. I glared and crossed my arms and he just laughed and reached for the pizza, I tried taking the blanket back but he had it wrapped around his body and I was too weak to pull it from under him. He sat back and watched the film like nothing happened. I decided to do the same, I didnt bother getting another blanket.
Fourty minutes in and we had just finished the pizza. "Want a drink" he asks and I shake my head. I could do it myself. I notice him tense at my shaking thrn he plasters a somewhat fake smile and shrugs. He pourd himself a drink and goes back to watching the film. I then go to pour myself a drink and he laughs "seriously harper, you're being petty" he said and I shrug and take my drink. "Is this because I took your blanket" he asked but I dont reply. "Here" he says and drapes the blanket over me too. I moved a little closer as it only just covered me. "Thanks" i whisper but he doesnt reply.
The movie was coming to a end and I found myself cuddled up to James, my head laid against his chest and his fingers aimlessly running through my hair. The blanket was tucked around us. I felt guilty for how childish I behaved earlier, he was eight I was being petty. "Sorry" I whisper and he looks down at me "its ok" and he kisses my forehead.
James
She was slightly annoying me. I hated it when anyone nodded or shook their head. I first gave Harper that rule for a reason. I obviously disnt give it her now though because I wanted to do things right. I not only found it a sign of weakness, there was also another problem I had with it but that was for another time. I let it go though when she difnt answer verbally both times, she was just being petty now and I told her so.
After I moment I draped the blanket over us both and soon after that she was against me and I had lost all interest in the film instead I just focused on her.
"Sorry" I hear her say faintly. I smile down at her, I couldnt stay annoyed and pressed my lips against her forehead "its ok"
What the fuck have I done. I didn't want her as just a good friend but she probably things I'm creepy now after I guessed her and she cant remember me being in her life before everything.
Ugh. It was harder to see her in my hoodie, she looked adorable and I wanted her to be in more of my clothes. Maybe I could sneak some of them into her closet.
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His Girl
RomansNeglected,beaten,tortured. All words that describe 18 year old Harper. Her parents sold her at the age of 4 to the slave traders. Now 14 years later she is almost beyond repair. Her hopes of escaping have long been forgotten. She is but a human robo...