The next day was nothing unusual, not that I have something to really look for. It was a sunny and bright Sunday but I just wished it would be cloudy and windy day instead. I woke up alone in the bed, finding out that Harry was not in bed beside me. I was starting to get panicked by not waking up beside him like I always do so according to my natural instinct, I get up to look for him. But before I could go anywhere, I noticed a small white note on my bed side table with a hand writting written on it.
At the gym. Didn't have the heart to wake you up. Will be back at 11.
H. xx
Well, that cleared everything up. Taking a glance at the clock, it was 10:42 AM. I smiled to myself, I won't have to wait for him to come home much longer anymore. He must've woken up earlier and decided to go to the gym while he let me sleep. Call me clingy, but waking up alone in the bed made me miss Harry more. Especially in the morning right after I wake up.
I was a little confused because I don't remember I went to bed by myself. My last memory of last night was cuddling with Harry on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy but somehow I ended waking up in bed. I set my foot on the floor, rubbing my tired eyes. Yesterday happened to be a long day out, driving around aimlessly for almost the entire day. Even after I overslept for more few hours, I was still feeling a bit tired. I made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my tired and sleepy face before I stripped my clothes off to take a shower.
The smell of my fruity shampoo seeped through my nose. The smell mixed with the warm water definitely soothed my tense muscles, immediately making me feel relaxed. After rinsing my hair from the shampoo and washed my body, I turned off the faucet. Taking a step out from the shower but before I could grab the towel hanging on the wall rail, I almost jumped out of my skin. I shrieked at the sight of a man figure standing at the door.
"Harry!" I almost screamed and covered my chest with one of my arms. I can feel my heart beat beats so much faster.
"Whaaat?" There's the cheeky grin on his face.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked with a harsh tone, quickly grabbing the towel front the rail and wrapped my body with it.
"Not long. I honestly thought you heard me coming in." He said, still with the grin.
"Well, obviously I didn't. Stop scaring me." I groaned and walked past him but he stopped me by putting his hand across on the door.
"Not so fast, babe." He said. I eyed him from top to toe. He's wearing a white shirt with no sleeves on. His arm tattooes are full on display. Wearing it with a knee length black workout pants. Completely barefeet and he's wearing that green headband to keep his long hair from falling.
"You're wearing that green headband again." I pointed out.
"It's not a headband. It's a bandana!" He explained.
"Same thing." I replied.
"Headband sounded a little too softie for me." I rolled my eyes and I took this chance to pushed his arm down so I could pass him and to the bedroom. But his hands caught me faster, pulling me closer towards him.
"Harry, you're all sweaty." I whined, putting both of my hands on his chest.
"So? Sweat makes me look hot." He said with a smirk.
"In your dreams." I scoffed.
"You know I do look hot after working out. Just admit it." I can feel his hands around my waist tighten, trying to pull me closer and closer. Being this close to him with his height towering me, I need to tilt my head back so I could look at him.
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Safe
FanfictionI I don't like thriller movies. I hate being chased. I don't like the feeling of suspense. But what do I do if my neighbor is a killer and on his move to the next victim?