Revulsion (harry au)

Chapter Eight

I'll spare you the gory details of my five mile walk home in the rain, and tell you about the rest of my hectic day.

After throwing my stuff on the kitchen table, I jogged up the stairs and heard someone cough in my room. I guess Rick parked in the garage today.

As I open the door I see a tall boy with curly hair, also known as Harry, standing by my dresser looking at my pictures.

"What are you doing?" I rush over to him.

"You should never leave your window open." he giggled.

I could smell the alcohol in his breath, he was definitely drunk. Great, now there's a drunk Harry in my room, this day couldn't get any weirder.

"So if you're from Africa, why are you white?" he asks me twirling his hair.

"Harry what are you talking about?"

"You're riding an elephant in Africa," he says showing me the photo in his hand.

"That's a horse, and we were at a farm."

"Shut up and let me make fucking Mean Girl references." he pouts.

I laugh at how weird he's being. I think I like drunk Harry better than normal Harry.

"Hey, what's so funny?" he asks, sounding like a kid.

"You," I continue to laugh and he gives me a confused look. "You're hilarious when your drunk."

"I'm not drunk Elliot." he says, and I let the Elliot slide. I think I like the way he says my full name with his English accent. It's so cute.

"Uh huh,"

"Okay, maybe a little." he giggles.

"Just a tad," I say holding up my fingers.

"Your room is nice."

"Thanks Harold."

"Harold?"

"I thought I'd try it out." I smile.

"Yeah well don't." he smiles back, "You know what I want to try?"

"What's that?"

"This." he says as he touches our lips together.

Our lips don't even stay in contact for five seconds. It was really hard to pull away, but I managed to do so.

"Harry what the fuck?!"

"Ever since I met you, you've been so innocent and naïve and it makes me crave you. I crave you Elliot."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I shout.

"There's something about you that makes me want to take you right here, right now." he says as he eyes my body up and down.

"Harry please stop." I say trying to push him away from me, but instead gave him easier access to my neck.

I groan as I try to get him off of me.

"Harry," I moan as he gets to a certain spot on my neck.

I struggle to get out of his strong grip to avoid the inevitable. His grip tightens as he takes his mouth off my neck and speaks again.

"It's no use to struggle, really, it makes me want you even more. Think of it as a game."

"This game isn't fun Harry! Get off of me!"

"You're Jerry, I'm Tom. Looks like the cat finally wins." he purs.

My eyes start to water up as the memories of my past flow back into my mind. Harry looked up at me when he heard me sniffle.

"Shit, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked concerned.

"No, it's nothing. Just stop this, you're drunk and can't think straight." I say, quickly wiping my fresh tears.

He nods his head and plops down on my bed.

"Shouldn't you be going?" I ask him.

"I'm gonna crash here, all of that struggling made me tired." he winked.

"Harryyyy," I whine, trying to pull him off of my bed, his weight compared to mine being a huge burden.

I heard his soft snores and decided to let him sleep here. My parents won't be home until late. I just need to figure out my sleeping arrangements.

I can't really think straight after what just happened, so I'm just going to sleep on my bed.

I somehow manage to roll harry over so he's on the right side of my bed, and build a pillow fort in between us, making this situation less awkward.

I heard Harry mumble, "Goodnight Elliot," my name just rolls off of his tongue nicely.

"Goodnight Harold," I smirk.

"I really do like you Elliot." was the last thing I heard him say before his soft snores filled the room once again.

Is it true that when people are drunk, they say things that are in their head, without thinking about it?

No, it can't be. Harry can't like me and I can't like Harry. It's just how it is. We're polar opposites and can't stand each other.

I just hope he doesn't remember what happened when he wakes up.

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tryin to cop a feel harry?

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Yeah short update I guess. Probably the shortest so far ;;)) speaking of short, I'm extremely mad. I'm 5'3" and I'm not growing anymore. Anyone else on the short train? No? Just me? Ok cool.

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