Dangerous...
Chapter 13
Anna's Pov
Harry sat still on my bed as I went into my closet and took out my toiletries bag and pajamas. He smirked when he had seen me rush to the bathroom.
I stepped out of my clothes and hopped inside the shower. Making sure it was warm before I started scrubbing myself with my favorite body wash. Once I was clean, I stepped out and grabbed a nearby towel. The floor felt cold against my moist feet but I didn't mind. I threw my fresh, clean clothes on before unlocking the bathroom and stepping out.
"It's about time." Harry muttered laying comfortably on my bed scrolling through his phone. I rolled my eyes and shook my head before putting my toiletries bag back in my closet. I sat on my bed and made sure I was farthest away from him. I don't think I can control myself if I get close to him.
"So, wanna watch a movie?" I asked running my fingers through my hair, before putting it in a quick high bun.
"Umm.. Yeah sure." He responded nervously like he had something else in mind.
"Or we could something else?" I suggested, and he smirked. Wait - ugh, "Not like whatever your thinking." I quickly added. His chuckles ran through my ears and it made me smile. i like this side of Harry. He isn't a jerk at all.
"I wasn't thinking anything inapproriate." He bit his beautiful heart shaped lips, trying to contain his laughter. I smiled, he was truly adorable when he's being like this.
"Sure, You weren't Harold." I giggled.
"I sure wasn't Rosalia." He smiled, his dimples prominent.
"Ewww. Not my middle name." I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"You're really cute." He blurted out. I felt my face heating up.
"Umm thanks." I looked down. I like Harry being nice, but this is just playing with my emotions.
One minute he's being so sweet and caring, and the next he's back to his arrogant jerk self.
"Am I that bad?" He asked, his eyes piercing over at mine. I was at a lost for words. My mind screamed 'YES!' but at the same time I didn't wanna tell him that.
"No," I lied.
"Stop lieing Anna, I already know how bad I am. No wonder my parents left me." He muttered the last part and shook his head. His gaze moving to the old wooden floor.
Guilt came rushing at me then and there. I didn't want him to think of himself like that, but I couldn't lie either. He is cruel sometimes, but I don't know why. I didn't know his parents left him. I felt sorry for him, but he wasn't the only one. My biological father got drunk everynight and he walked out on us. When I was only 8, but my mom got remarried and acted like nothing happened. She expects me to call this dude my father when it's not gonna happen. For my real dad though, he doesn't show any effort to make contact with me. She might not have noticed, but as a kid, that mentally broke me down. I went on and on believing my dad didn't love me. Later, though, I learned he just left us and it was true he didn't love us. Not like my mother cared anyway.
"Exactly," He muttered.
I suddenly got lost in his dazzling green eyes, his gaze was towards the floor and they look sad. Overall though, it looked beautiful. I kept admiring his features until he met my gaze. I turned away blushing but he hadn't noticed. Completely lost in his own thoughts.
"No one cares about me anymore." He opened up.
"I care about you," I responded, and it wasn't a lie. I meant it.
"Don't lie, I've heard enough to last me a life time." He shook his head, his beautiful curls bouncing with it.
I cupped his face making him face me, "I'm not lying," I whispered before I pulled him for a soft yet passionate kiss.
One that I wouldn't regret.
Harry sat still on my bed as I went into my closet and took out my toiletries bag and pajamas. He smirked when he had seen me rush to the bathroom.
I stepped out of my clothes and hopped inside the shower. Making sure it was warm before I started scrubbing myself with my favorite body wash. Once I was clean, I stepped out and grabbed a nearby towel. The floor felt cold against my moist feet but I didn't mind. I threw my fresh, clean clothes on before unlocking the bathroom and stepping out.
"It's about time." Harry muttered laying comfortably on my bed scrolling through his phone. I rolled my eyes and shook my head before putting my toiletries bag back in my closet. I sat on my bed and made sure I was farthest away from him. I don't think I can control myself if I get close to him.
"So, wanna watch a movie?" I asked running my fingers through my hair, before putting it in a quick high bun.
"Umm.. Yeah sure." He responded nervously like he had something else in mind.
"Or we could something else?" I suggested, and he smirked. Wait - ugh, "Not like whatever your thinking." I quickly added. His chuckles ran through my ears and it made me smile. i like this side of Harry. He isn't a jerk at all.
"I wasn't thinking anything inapproriate." He bit his beautiful heart shaped lips, trying to contain his laughter. I smiled, he was truly adorable when he's being like this.
"Sure, You weren't Harold." I giggled.
"I sure wasn't Rosalia." He smiled, his dimples prominent.
"Ewww. Not my middle name." I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"You're really cute." He blurted out. I felt my face heating up.
"Umm thanks." I looked down. I like Harry being nice, but this is just playing with my emotions.
One minute he's being so sweet and caring, and the next he's back to his arrogant jerk self.
"Am I that bad?" He asked, his eyes piercing over at mine. I was at a lost for words. My mind screamed 'YES!' but at the same time I didn't wanna tell him that.
"No," I lied.
"Stop lieing Anna, I already know how bad I am. No wonder my parents left me." He muttered the last part and shook his head. His gaze moving to the old wooden floor.
Guilt came rushing at me then and there. I didn't want him to think of himself like that, but I couldn't lie either. He is cruel sometimes, but I don't know why. I didn't know his parents left him. I felt sorry for him, but he wasn't the only one. My biological father got drunk everynight and he walked out on us. When I was only 8, but my mom got remarried and acted like nothing happened. She expects me to call this dude my father when it's not gonna happen. For my real dad though, he doesn't show any effort to make contact with me. She might not have noticed, but as a kid, that mentally broke me down. I went on and on believing my dad didn't love me. Later, though, I learned he just left us and it was true he didn't love us. Not like my mother cared anyway.
"Exactly," He muttered.
I suddenly got lost in his dazzling green eyes, his gaze was towards the floor and they look sad. Overall though, it looked beautiful. I kept admiring his features until he met my gaze. I turned away blushing but he hadn't noticed. Completely lost in his own thoughts.
"No one cares about me anymore." He opened up.
"I care about you," I responded, and it wasn't a lie. I meant it.
"Don't lie, I've heard enough to last me a life time." He shook his head, his beautiful curls bouncing with it.
I cupped his face making him face me, "I'm not lying," I whispered before I pulled him for a soft yet passionate kiss.
One that I wouldn't regret.
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