It Was Just a Night at the Bar
Chapter 5
My hands trembled as I pulled my key from the ankle of my sock, my fingers fumbling trying to connect the key to the lock. He took the key from my hand smiling and unlocked door with ease. I let out a small giggle. As we walked into the apartment we were quiet, but the moment the door clicked shut, he pressed my back to the wall of the living room. "Is this okay with you?" he asked, his dark green eyes peering into my blue ones. I nodded vigorously. I expected him to slam his lips onto mine, but instead he slowly leaned his head in and pressed our lips together. All I could think about was how wrong this was, but at the same time how right it was. I ran my hand up his tattooed arm, my hand making its way to the back of his neck. My tongue swiped over his bottom lip asking for entrance. He quickly complied and parted his lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I softly gasped as I was somehow startled by the sudden entrance. He pulled my legs around his waist and started to carry me to the bedroom. Our tongues fought for dominance as we made our way to the bed. He slowly put me down on my back and looked down at me under his strong body.
"I really am sorry..." Harry said, snapping me out of my thought.
"Uh-- What'd you say?" I said flashing my eyes back to his.
"What were you just thinking about?" He asked grinning.
"Deja vu, I feel like we've stood like this before." I said questioning if I should tell the partial stranger.
“Last night.” He almost whispered, his emotions becoming unreadable. I couldn't tell if he was actually upset about what had happened last night and that he thought it was a bad idea. Just this morning he had acted as though everything was his plan. The way he suavely winked as he left my apartment.
"What?" I asked acting as though I didn't hear him.
"Nothing." He responded.
“You remember it? Don’t you?” I said, feeling nervous and uncomfortable around him again. I hated the feeling, and I thought doing this “get to know you” shit was helping, but every time I thought about that night I became uneasy.
“No. I mean yes. I do, but I don’t.” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head. “Harry, I can’t read minds.” I said starting to get scared. “What if I told you I was drunk too? I don’t even know if we slept together,” he started to run his hands through his hair stressfully “I mean, I hope we did because, you’re cute and great, but I don’t want to have taken advantage of you, cause that’s wrong!” he started pacing back and forth and all I could do was watch him fall apart right in front of me. “I want to be able to get to know you, and sleep with you, I mean, no, wait, uh.”
I grabbed his wrist to keep him from having a panic attack. “Calm down.” I said looking deeply into his bright green eyes. Harry must have had bipolar disorder or something because he’d be suave and charismatic one moment and breaking down the next. But I felt some sort of weight lift off my shoulders when he said what he did. I didn’t know what to say to him. What’s something that could just help us both move on and start over? START OVER! OF COURSE! “Let’s forget everything, yeah?” I said, finally coming to some sort of conclusion. He nodded, shaking off his anxiety.
"I really am sorry..." Harry said, snapping me out of my thought.
"Uh-- What'd you say?" I said flashing my eyes back to his.
"What were you just thinking about?" He asked grinning.
"Deja vu, I feel like we've stood like this before." I said questioning if I should tell the partial stranger.
“Last night.” He almost whispered, his emotions becoming unreadable. I couldn't tell if he was actually upset about what had happened last night and that he thought it was a bad idea. Just this morning he had acted as though everything was his plan. The way he suavely winked as he left my apartment.
"What?" I asked acting as though I didn't hear him.
"Nothing." He responded.
“You remember it? Don’t you?” I said, feeling nervous and uncomfortable around him again. I hated the feeling, and I thought doing this “get to know you” shit was helping, but every time I thought about that night I became uneasy.
“No. I mean yes. I do, but I don’t.” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head. “Harry, I can’t read minds.” I said starting to get scared. “What if I told you I was drunk too? I don’t even know if we slept together,” he started to run his hands through his hair stressfully “I mean, I hope we did because, you’re cute and great, but I don’t want to have taken advantage of you, cause that’s wrong!” he started pacing back and forth and all I could do was watch him fall apart right in front of me. “I want to be able to get to know you, and sleep with you, I mean, no, wait, uh.”
I grabbed his wrist to keep him from having a panic attack. “Calm down.” I said looking deeply into his bright green eyes. Harry must have had bipolar disorder or something because he’d be suave and charismatic one moment and breaking down the next. But I felt some sort of weight lift off my shoulders when he said what he did. I didn’t know what to say to him. What’s something that could just help us both move on and start over? START OVER! OF COURSE! “Let’s forget everything, yeah?” I said, finally coming to some sort of conclusion. He nodded, shaking off his anxiety.
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