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TEMPTATION

CHAPTER 11: I'm Your Superman

Catalina’s P.O.V
I rolled over on the bed to the other side, then rolled back over and repeated for the other side before finally popping my eyes open. I gasp for air as I sat up in fear, realizing I was back in my room safe and sound.

I had another nightmare.

I glanced swiftly over at the clock on the side table and slowly crawled out of bed; flipping back the covers; making a dramatic sound.

My feet touched the cold, smooth surface as I gradually walked over to the bathroom. I looked at the black circle that was shadowing underneath my eyes, god! I looked like a Goth.
I walked over to the bathtub and sat on the edge, I tested the water until I got my desired temperature; and slowly eased in, feeling my body release from its tense state.

What was that? I keep having dreams of Harry, and of course I don’t mind that…..but it’s not the way I would want to have a dream about somebody. I closed my eyes remembering what happened last night, trying to draw out the nightmare.

Quick as I closed my eyes I opened them. I almost died from the panic as my heart stopped.
Harry was standing by the sink, staring at me cautiously; afraid. “What the—why are you here?” I said frightened.

I sunk deeper into the tub, forgetting I was fully naked in front of a boy with hormones. He walked closer rubbing his index and forefinger on his bottom lip; he removed his hands and started sucking on it instead. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat. “What? What’s wrong?” I repeated

He wouldn’t answer me; I still looked up into his eyes. “Stop”

He looked at me with amusement “Stop what Angel? I can’t admire my beautiful girlfriend?”
Oh god! He sounded so hot when he says girlfriend, the way beautiful and girlfriend rolls off his tongue like a melody; and the way his accent blocks him from saying the words normal like Americans.

I smiled at him, blushing. He leaned down slowly; I could see the veins running up his arms and that one vein that flickered on the side of his neck when he speaks. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, sucking on my bottom lip; like he didn’t want to let go.
He grabbed my face into his big, strong hands “Are you okay?”

I looked up at him quizzically “Yeah, why you say that?”
He closed his eyes and looked away; clenching his jaw before turning his gaze back to me. “I thought something happened to you”

He opened his eyes and they were burning with vulnerability. “It was just a nightmare Harry”
He felt safer knowing that it was just something fake, not even real. “What was the nightmare about?”

I looked down at my hands threw the sudsy soap, searching for an answer; I felt a ticklish feeling in my head.
“It was about me?” he said. I turned to look at him like he was crazy. “How did you do that?”
He gave me a sly smile “Do what?”

“Don’t” I warned “Don’t pretend you’re not doing it”
He leaned back up straighter now, placing his chin on his knuckles and prompting himself up with his elbows on his knees. “Tell me what I’m supposed to be doing”
“My…thoughts” I lowly whispered

“What about them?”
“Cut it out, Harry”

He glanced around theoretically. “You don’t mean---talking to your mind? You know how crazy that sounds, right?”

I said in the calmest voice I could “You scare me, and I’m not sure you’re good for me”
He leaned closer; down more till he was leveled with my ear “I could change your mind”
I pushed on his chest causing him to fall back. I grabbed some soap and blew it in his direction.
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Harry’s P.O.V
I fell back; whoa she’s strong for a little girl. I shook my head Well duh she’s strong she’s half angel! I totally forgot about that. I pulled myself off the floor; straightening out my shirt and fixing my jeans.

I walked back over to her “I’ll let you get finished up her love” I leaned down and kissed her quickly on the forehead before walking out of the bathroom, I looking back at her; smiling shyly before turning to leave.

I walked and hopped on top of her bed, looking at all the different objects in her room. She had pictures from summer camp I guess; glued to her wall.

My eyes roamed over to something else. I couldn’t describe it but I remember my dad having it inside his den. I slowly got up from the bed keeping my eyes on the object; I studied it, trying to remember what my dad told me about it.

I picked it up from her dresser observing the different hieroglyphics and drawings in the object; it had different categories on it. It was one big ball that was black and had a slit down the middle. I grabbed one side firmly and twisted the other side, suddenly the hieroglyphics and drawings came to life; glowing up in bright neon green colors.

I looked closely, finally able to make out the categories; I whispered them softly under my breathe.

“Angel” I paused, stunned by what I just said. No, no it’s probably talking about something else, I continued “Human” Okay something isn’t right. I went on, climaxing my surprise with each new word “Half-angel, fallen angel?”

I stood there staring off into the distance. What did my dad say? Oh I can’t remember! Ugghhhh shit!
I heard the door turn and open; quickly I twist it back to its normal dull figure and placed it back on the dresser. She was about to say something but her eyes observed what I was doing.

“What are you doing?” she looked cautiously at me.

I gave her an innocent smile “Nothing love, I was just looking at the things on your dresser”
She knew I was lying, and could sense me trying to hide myself in front of the object. She came and shoved me over to look behind me; she picked up the ball with a boring, nonchalant look on her face “This? This is what you were looking at?”

I shook my head, not trying to set off as being shy and nerdy. “What a dork” I creased my brow “Am not” I took the ball from her, just as she took it back from me.

She bounced it around in her hands, not being careful “It was the last thing that my dad left me, before…..”
I walked closer and kissed her on her hair before withdrawing from her beautifully scented hair “yeah angel, I understand” she set the object back on the desk and transformed her expression “So what should we do today?” she plopped on the bed joyfully “Well I was thinking we could…”

I walked quickly over to her and eased myself on top her, guiding her down on to her back on the bed. I played with her lips with my index finger, then slowly leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She looked at me out of pure fear and circumspect, “Harry I’m not….” I hushed her with my finger.

“It will only take an hour tops” she sat up, causing me to fall off beside her. She stared down at her hands as I sat up beside her. “Harry I thought….”

“What? you thought that I actually liked you?” she snapped her neck to look at me. If she only knew!

I continued “That I think you’re pretty?” the rim of her eyes started to well up. “Do you actually think that I trust you with my secrets?”

She got up to walk towards the door, but I stopped her before she could even reach it. She stopped but wasn’t facing the door not even looking at me.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets, getting ready to say more. “Because I don’t like you…..I..I…I more than like you” I could see her body release tension as I continued “I odn’t think you’re pretty, I think your gorgeous” she turned around now, with a tear streaming down her face “And don’t trust you with my secrets……I trust you with my heart”.

I ran up and slammed my lips into hers; I could feel the moisture of more tears slipping down her cheeks colliding onto my face. I broke our connection, tilting my head to lean against hers.

We both breathed heavy, wanting; needing each other. I walked over towards the window and climbed out effortlessly; before closing the window I turned back to say one more thing to her “And I was going to going to say I could finally meet your mother…..and it would only take an hour tops...she would fall in love with me”

Her mouth dropped open, I smirked before turning to leave "Catch you later angel".




Notes

OHHHHH HOW SWEET!!!! FOR A BAD BOY HE SURE HAVE A SWEET SPOT.


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Comments

@Olliewowwan
I copied some not all, and i did that because i think she's a wonderful, staggering, marvelous writer so i was using some of her ideas to spice up my story...plus this is the only story i did that to not any other. But sorry i made you mad.....and oh by the way love, very classy for you to write this, your sure a lady :) P.S i don't think i;m going to hell for copying some words from a book.

julia styles julia styles
1/26/14

SO @juliastyles. You have made me very angry. But i am a nice and forgiving person so i am not going to comment anymore. I just had to SAY SOMETHING I'M GIVING UP ON YOU. See. I am fun. I should write a fanfiction that is not copied RIGHT. FROM. A. @x?! BOOK. Because i am funny. Fun. Funniest. Funnier. Oui. SO NOW I WILL STOP. GOOD BYE. AU REVOIR. HEJ DÅ. J'EN AI MARRE DE TOI. JAG ÄR TRÖTT PÅ DIG.

Olliewowwan Olliewowwan
1/24/14

Do you know what really grinds my gears? What is that? Oh, you really want to know? Well then... WHEN SOMEBODY COPIES MY FAVORITE BOOK. Yeah. That is right. You heard me. Deal with it. Just throw yourself into a wall and beg for forgivness to Becca Fitzpatrick. 'Cause you hun, ya going to hell. SKURKEBURKEN!!!! "Say provocative again, it makes your mouth look provocative." RIGHT FROM THE BOOK. BOM BAM. SHABAM. HELEVETS JÄVLA SKIT. Frustrating.

Olliewowwan Olliewowwan
1/24/14

OMG YOU HAVE LITERALLY JUST COPIED LIKE EVERYTHING THEY SAY. AUGAHAHAH. But i like the plot tho... Because you STOLE it!!!

Olliewowwan Olliewowwan
1/24/14

Damn that makes me angry.

Olliewowwan Olliewowwan
1/24/14