Feeling Safe With Danger

The memories of last night with Harry flooded my brain as I woke up. I managed to escape his tight grip around my waist. He shuffled when I removed myself from him.
I turned around to face him, sitting on the bed. I leant down and kissed him on the lips. He was so cute when he slept. His pink lips were pulled into a little frown and his brow was furrowed. It was like he was concentrating on sleeping.
The second I kissed him his face relaxed, his eyes fluttering open as his dimples appeared.
"Morning, beautiful." He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Come here." I scooted closer to him as he embraced me in his strong arms. I let out a content sigh.

"How are you feeling?" Immediately, I began to frown. I almost forgot about the dinner last night, I was so wrapped up in the night I shared with Harry.

"I..I don't know. I just can't believe he did that to me."

"I'm sorry, babe. I wish this didn't have to be like this. I wish I was better..." His voice trailed off.

"Better?"

"Like, you know, Lane. He's good. I'm bad. I'm really bad Vana, more than you know. I've done some seriously fucked up shit and-"

I cut him off with a kiss. "Don't ever say that again."

"Say what?"

"That you wish you were better. Harry, you're enough for me."

"Just enough?"

"More than enough." I poked his pouted lip. I could tell he was fighting back a grin.

"I need to get ready for work now." He nodded as I started walking to the bathroom.

"Can I join you in the shower?" I jumped as I felt his hot breath sizzle on my ear. How'd he get behind me so fast?

"No, if you come in, I'll never want to come out and then I'll be late for work." He gave me a pouted face.
"Pleeeassee?" He grabbed my waist and shook me lightly.
I let out a laugh. I love seeing this playful side of Harry.
"No, maybe next time.." I quickly closed the bathroom door in his face. I felt bad but he was tempting me and I can only resist him for so long.




"You moved in with him!?" Lola dropped the pile of clothes she was holding.

"Yes." I had to look away, I could see the judgement in her eyes.

"Vana, why? You guys are moving on so fast, you're only eighteen, he's bad news!" She began to list off all the reasons of why Harry and I shouldn't be together.

"I have no choice! Something happened at home, and I couldn't...I couldn't..." The tears were forming in my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I can't judge. I don't know your situation or your heart...or his." Her voice softened but I could still sense her uncertainty.

"Can we not talk about it anymore?"
She nodded as I picked up the clothes she dropped. A customer came in and she went to go attend to her.
An hour passed by and business began to die down. I sat down on a table full of clothes, careful not to mess them up to much. Lola walked over to me.

"Do you know who Georgia's baby daddy is?" She asked quietly as if someone was listening.

"No. She won't tell me anything. Everytime I bring it up she changes the subject. All I know it's some guy she met at a club."

Lola nodded.

"What has she told you?" Lola looked up at me before answering my question.

"I don't know, but she said the guy she thinks is the dad is a major player. She went to him right before we had our sleepover and she tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen to her. Apparently, they had a little thing going on a while back and he said she was doing this just to get him to stick around. She's heartbroken because she loved him and he ended up playing her. Now she is left with a mess. At least that's what I think she said, she was sobbing the whole time so it was hard to understand."

"I'm gonna call her later. I want to know who it is so I can go kick him in the balls." Lola laughed at my comment.

"Good luck..."





I sighed as I walked into Harry's apartment. I plopped down on his couch and let out a groan.

"Is everything okay?" Harry's voice was husky. I looked up at him and had to make sure my mouth wasn't hanging open. He was shirtless, allowing me a good view of his torso. He had on sweats that hung low on him, emphasizing his v-line.

"Yeah, I just have this friend..."

"And?" He took a seat by me and placed an arm around my shoulders. Gah he was being so sweet, and I was melting just at his touch alone.

"She's pregnant." His face paled.

"Apparently, you two know each other?" I could hear him gulp. "Harry, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I, um...who is it?" Something told me he already knew who it was.

"Her name is Georgia..."

"Oh yeah, um, I know a few Georgia's....." He began to stare at the floor. He looked nervous, I could see sweat forming on his forehead.

"Why are you acting so weird?" I questioned.

He stiffened. "I'm not acting weird.."

"Yes, you are." I was becoming frustrated. I knew something was going on but I didn't know what.

He let out a huff and stormed into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. I decided to call Georgia. I pulled out my phone and as it started to ring, I called out to Harry, "You don't have to be so rude!" I heard him slam a cupboard door.

"Hello?" Georgia's voice sounded nervous.

"Hey! I was just wondering if we could talk a bit?"

"About what?" She sounded tense. Harry walked into the room and his eyes narrowed on me.

"Who the hell are you talking to?!" He boomed.

"Oh my god, is that...Harry?" Georgia sounded surprised but a little hopeful. Why did she sound hopeful?

"I'm talking to Georgia!" I yelled. I didn't appreciate his tone. He raced over to me, his chest was rising up and down quickly.

"Hang up the phone." He said through his teeth.

"What? No! Why would I do that?!" He stepped closer to me, his face was getting red.

I could hear Georgia's voice on the other line but I didn't know what she was saying. I was too distracted by Harry's behavior.

"I said hang up the fucking phone, Vana! You better listen to what I'm telling you!!" He roared, causing me to cower. He was beginning to frighten me. I instinctively let out a whimper.

I was frozen, holding the phone to my ear, unsure of what was going to happen next. Harry yelled in frustration and snatched the phone from me.
"Why don't you listen to me?!" He yelled as he threw it strongly against the wall. It shattered, coming down into several pieces.

"What the heck, Harry!?! Why did you do that?!" His face was red, and if this were a cartoon steam would be billowing out of his ears.

Something hit me. My stomach twisted inside of me. As I stared at Harry my eyes widened with realization.

"Harry are you...are you the?" My heart rate picked up. The room started to spin. I felt like throwing up.

"Vana, don't finish that fucking question. Don't you dare finish it. Please, don't finish that question." His voice was quiet, it sounded so broken. I could hear hints of fear in it.

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