Feeling Safe With Danger

“Vana...” Harry whispered as he put his warm hand on my shoulder, gently shaking.

“Mmmm?” I guess I had fallen asleep in the car ride back from the club. My thoughts drifted back to what Harry had done to me as I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of his.
My cheeks turned red. What was he doing to me?
He smiled sweetly at me. “We’re here babe.”
He got out of the car and ran towards the passenger side to open my door.
I grabbed his offered hand as I hopped out of the car.
As we walked towards the door to my house, Harry slung an arm over mine.
His action sent a shiver down my spine, I felt safe with him.
I went to reach for the knob when Harry’s hand grabbed mine firmly, stopping me from opening the door.
Before I knew it, he had pushed me against the door, his face inches away from mine.
“Do you not like me?” He asked quietly.
“Harry...I...I don’t know.”
“I like you.”
His abruptness shocked me. His eyes looked slightly frightened at his own words.

Harry’s POV

What the hell. I can’t believe I just said that. She’s just a girl, dammit.
I don’t do this. I don’t go out on multiple dates. I’m not this guy. Who am I becoming?
I refuse to like her. I can’t like her.

I could feel myself shaking.
I tried to stop the quiet awkwardness looming between us.
So I leaned closer in and gently placed a kiss on her lips. They were so soft, so plump, so warm.
I swiftly turned to go towards my car, I was too embarrassed of myself to even say goodnight.
I got in and started driving.
And like most crazy people do, I began talking to myself.
“What the hell, Harry! She’s a girl, just a girl. But why the fuck doesn’t she like me? Every other girls wants me, why not her? Damn, she is so infuriating. I made her feel so good tonight and she still is uncertain of me!”
“Relax, Harry. I’m just trying to get in her pants. You’re only obsessing over her cause she’s a challenge. You’ve never had an issue getting into a girl’s pants, that’s all you care about Harry. You’re just trying to get into her pants.” I tried to assure myself.

Yet, I still wasn’t convinced.
I couldn’t get the image of her coming all over my fingers out of my head. She was so fucking hot. The fact that I did that to her turned me on more than anything. I thought back to how I claimed her while punching out Andrew and that one blonde guy. Fucking twats. I’ve never been so jealous about a girl, the thought of someone else making her feel good made me want to punch a fucking wall. I realized I wanted to see her again (and soon), she made me crazy, but she excited me.
Yes, I admit it. Vana excites me.

As I got out of the car, the feeling of rejection she produced in me began to escalate (more than I would have liked).
She didn’t say she liked me. I made her feel good during the date but I knew she was uncertain of me.
What was I doing wrong?

I gloomingly walked into my dark apartment, when I heard a cold voice say my name.
“Harry.” The voice immediately triggered me to ball my fists.

I felt cold hands grab my shoulders and slam me against the wall. I instinctively reached for the light and looked upon the familiar face in front of me.
Before I knew it, I felt a knee thrust into my stomach, my jaw was greeted by a punch.
I was in shock, I don’t know why I wasn’t fighting back.
“I’m gonna finish you off nicely.” He hissed.
Clammy hands grabbed my head and slammed it back into the wall.

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