𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 [H.S.]
"You better watch who you're fucking talking to, Adelina," Harry sneers. I can feel his breath on my face. His nose is brushing against mine from the close proximity. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I'm trapped between this wall and him. "Why? I'm not talking to anything special," I say with a smirk. Pissing...