Take A Chance
(Chapter:5)
Harper' POV:
This was going to be a long night. If I had any idea where we were, I’d try to walk back to campus.
“Haarrrrrpppeeeerrrr!” I looked over to see Gemma stumble out the back door. “Harper, come inside, everyone’s gone!”
When I got close she hooked an arm through mine and led me into the living room. “So did you kiss anyone tonight?” She raised both eyebrows and it looked like she had to struggle to keep them there.
“No.” I muttered.
The same guy she’d been taking shots with when I left yelled from the kitchen, “I can help with that!”
I shook my head and started to answer when Genma spoke again. “No, no, no. I told you guys, she’s off limits!”
“Come on Gemm, what’s your deal?”
She leaned forward and fake whispered, “Cause she’s pure. Completely. Pure.”
My jaw dropped and I grabbed her wrist as she went to tap my lips with her finger. “Gemma!"
Putting her hand back to her own lips she held one finger in front of her mouth. “Shh! Harper don’t tell them!”
A little late for that. I was completely mortified. I wanted to be angry at her, but she could barely stay standing, I doubt she would remember any of this tomorrow. Looking up, I saw four guys standing there staring at me with wide eyes before busting up laughing. I needed someone to kill me. Now. No, first I needed to get out of here. Then someone needed to kill me.
One of the guys I hadn’t met was wiping tears from his eyes, “Oh my God! Sweetheart, is she serious?”
Glad to see they all adopted my favorite nickname. Was there something about me that just screamed 'Give me a nickname?' I couldn’t even respond, my throat had closed up and I thought I would actually cry for the first time in years. Unhooking my arm from Gemma, I made a beeline for the front door, intent on trying to find
my way back to campus. I stopped when I realized Harry was blocking the hall that led to the entryway, he was the only one in the room not laughing. Instead, his lips were mashed together and he was shooting daggers at his sister.
“Please. Move.”
He moved, but it was to grab my shoulders and steer me back towards the living room. What was he doing? I dug my heels into the carpet trying to scramble back in the other direction.
“Don’t touch me!” I hissed.
“Just trust me.” He growled in my ear, walking me past everyone still laughing at Gemma's slip.
When we hit a hallway I hadn’t been down tonight, one of the guys from the kitchen yelled, “Looks like Harry is gonna take care of that problem for you Sweetheart!” That brought on a new round of hysterics.
Harry paused for a second, cussed under his breath and started forward with me again.
When we got to the end of the hall he stopped in front of a door, and pulled out a key to unlock it before towing me in. When the light flipped on, I blinked until I realized we were in a bedroom, I gasped and tried even harder to get out of his grasp. If I could just turn a little, I could have him on the floor in a few seconds. But his grip was firm, I couldn’t budge at all.
“No! Get off me!”
“Not until you stop trying to hit me!”
I stopped but stayed tense as he waited for almost a minute before releasing my arms. Once he did I turned on him and backed away.
“Calm down Sweetheart,” He sighed sounding uninterested, “I’m not going to do anything to you.”
“I really wish you would stop calling me that.” I said through gritted teeth.
He rolled his eyes and went to a drawer, after throwing a pair of basketball shorts at me he walked back to the door. “Put those on, I’ll be back.”
“Why?”
“Did you want to sleep in that skirt?" He bit his bottom lip, his eyes glued to my legs. "I swear I won’t mind it, I figured you’d be uncomfortable though.”
“Gemma said I would be in a room with her tonight, and if that’s not happening I’d rather just go back to the dorm.”
“I can assure you she’ll be sleeping in the bathroom. I’ll give you a minute to change, I’ll be right back.”
“I am not sleeping with you in here.” I sneered.
“Look, you’re seriously hot, that alone is going to have them chasing after you. But top that off with the few words you’ve even said that shows me just how snarky and sweet as hell you are, that is one hell of a tempting combination. Trust me when I say they’re going to want to change what they just found out about you. So if you don’t mind, I’d rather make sure that doesn’t happen.”
He slammed the door shut and not more than three seconds later I could hear him yelling at the guys in the kitchen and telling Gemma to fend for herself tonight. I was standing there in his basketball shorts and Gemma's spaghetti strap when he walked back in and locked the door.
“That was rude, she’s your sister. She should be in here too.”
He looked at me incredulously, “Are you serious? You’re gonna defend her after she just spilled that?”
I shrugged my shoulders and put the skirt on a chair, keeping my back to him so he couldn’t see my cheeks flaming again. “She’s drunk. I’m sure she didn’t realize it.”
“That’s not an excuse.” His voice was soft as he pulled down the covers, “Come on Harper, get in.”
The way his voice wrapped around my name sent a warm shiver through my body and I had to fight to keep my eyes away from his now-bare chest as I crawled into his bed. Even the quick glance at his sculpted chest and abs had my heart racing. After he flipped off the lights, I felt the bed sink down from his weight and I sat up.
“What are you doing?” I jumped.
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t get in here with me!”
He chuckled, “It’s my bed, I’m sure I can do what I want.”
I know he couldn’t see me, but I glared at him anyway. Flipping the cover off me, I grabbed a pillow and sank down to the floor.
“Get back in the bed Sweetheart.”
I scoffed at my nickname but didn’t say anything. I could feel his eyes boring into my back and after what felt like an eternity, heard him sigh and the bed shift. I wanted to ask for a blanket but was too stubborn to ask. Next thing I knew I was in the air.
“Oh my word! Put me down!”
He dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me.
“Harry! No!”
“Calm down, I’ll stay on my side. We can even put a pillow between us if it’ll make you feel better.” He snickered.
I grumbled and scooted to the edge of the bed. Obviously I’ve never been in a bed with a guy before, and the fact that he was inches away had my whole body shaking. “I swear if you touch me, I’ll go Lorena Bobbitt on you.”
It didn’t take him long to figure out what I was referring to. He put a pillow over his face to muffle his booming laugh. “Oh my God! Sweetheart! You’re my new favorite!”
“That wasn’t a joke.”
His body was still shaking with silent laughs as he moved closer and trailed his fingers up my arm. “One of these days, you’ll be begging for me to touch you.”
I couldn’t tell if my next shiver was out of pleasure or disgust but I still growled at him and slapped his hand away. “I’m serious Harry. I’m not like all those girls I saw you with tonight.”
“That’s an understatement.” He rolled back to his side of the bed and sighed, “Get some sleep Sweetheart, I’ll see you in the morning.”
My eyes shot open the next morning when I felt something squeeze me. Looking down I saw tattoos trailing down to a muscled forearm that was wrapped securely around my waist and gasped when I remembered I’d slept in Harry's bed last night. I jumped out from under his arm and off his bed in a move so fast it had my head spinning. My heart took off again as I took in Harry's shirtless body. His tattoos expanded up his shoulders and for some reason I wanted to trace them with my fingers and splay my hands across his well-defined abs and chest. Dear me, this man was gorgeous.
Harry sat up cursing until he realized who I was. “Jesus Sweetheart! You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I had a girl in here.” He flopped back onto his pillow, raking his hands over his face.
That snapped me back to reality. “Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Sorry you didn’t seem to notice, but I am a girl.”
He dropped his hands and scowled at me but still proceeded to slowly take in my body. My cheeks were bright red by the time he looked back up. “I noticed last night, trust me.” My question mark face must have prompted the rest of his response. “I meant, I thought I let a girl stay the night with me.”
“Uh …?”
“Someone I’d been with Sweetheart. I thought I banged a girl and let her stay here.”
“Oh.”
He snorted. “Sorry, is that too much for your PG ears?”
“No, I just don’t understand why that would be a bad thing.”
Sighing deeply he propped himself up on an elbow and looked directly into my eyes. “Girls I screw around with aren’t allowed to come in my room, let alone stay the night. This is the only place that is mine, and I’m not about to share it with them.”
“So you sleep with women and then make them leave?” I didn’t even want to ask where he slept with them.
“No, I screw women … and then make them leave.”
I shook my head and walked toward the door, “You’re a pig.”
He laughed once without humor and watched me leave.
When I got out to the living room I saw Gemma at the kitchen table with a housemate, as soon as they saw me the conversation stopped. I hadn’t known I could feel even more awkward, guess so.
Looking at me sheepishly, Gemma stood from her chair and pulled me towards the living room. “Harper, I’m so sorry. Liam just told me everything.” Her voice broke at the end. “I swear I would never intentionally do something to embarrass you. I know we just met but I’ve been looking forward to living with you and I can’t believe I hurt you like that after just meeting you.”
“Really, it’s fine. I’ve heard enough stories that I figured you didn’t know what you were doing.”
“It’s not fine! You should hate me.”
I nodded and looked over at Liam who was grinning at me. “Well I don’t plan on seeing any of these guys ever again, so there’s no use in making you suffer with me.” I smiled at her, trying to make light of the situation.
Although I was still humiliated, I’d never been one to hold a grudge, and I wasn’t about to start now. Embarrassing moment or not, it’s not like I had a lot of options here. Either let this get to me and cower away from people, or hold my head high and push forward.
She still looked sullen and it was making me uncomfortable. “Well at least people don’t think I’m a whore.”
That brought on a smile which turned into a light laugh. “You’re a glass half full kind of person, aren’t you?”
“Definitely.”
Hugging me tightly before walking back to her cup of coffee she said, “At least let me buy you one new outfit.”
“Hah! I won’t stop you. Are you sure you’re up for that today though? I figured you wouldn’t be up for much of anything after last night.”
“Sweetie, I’m always up for shopping. Go change, I’m ready when you are.”
I walked back into Harry's room to find it empty, after shedding his basketball shorts I quickly stepped into Gemma's skirt. Before I could pull it up, the door swung open and Harry walked in.
“It’s really a shame you don’t let anyone see that sexy little body.”
Blushing fifty shades of red, I pulled them up and turned to face him.
“Calm down, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow making it disappear under his shaggy curly hair. “Not saying I wouldn’t want to see yours.”
“Bite me.” I pushed past him towards the door.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Not even close.”
He grabbed my waist, and pulled me against his chest, his nose skimming along my jaw, “One of these days Princess, I promise you.”
I turned to scowl at him once more, “I would never be desperate enough to want you.” Okay that was a lie; my breaths were already quickening just feeling his sculpted body pressed against mine.
His smile was slow and sexy, “We’ll see.”
This was going to be a long night. If I had any idea where we were, I’d try to walk back to campus.
“Haarrrrrpppeeeerrrr!” I looked over to see Gemma stumble out the back door. “Harper, come inside, everyone’s gone!”
When I got close she hooked an arm through mine and led me into the living room. “So did you kiss anyone tonight?” She raised both eyebrows and it looked like she had to struggle to keep them there.
“No.” I muttered.
The same guy she’d been taking shots with when I left yelled from the kitchen, “I can help with that!”
I shook my head and started to answer when Genma spoke again. “No, no, no. I told you guys, she’s off limits!”
“Come on Gemm, what’s your deal?”
She leaned forward and fake whispered, “Cause she’s pure. Completely. Pure.”
My jaw dropped and I grabbed her wrist as she went to tap my lips with her finger. “Gemma!"
Putting her hand back to her own lips she held one finger in front of her mouth. “Shh! Harper don’t tell them!”
A little late for that. I was completely mortified. I wanted to be angry at her, but she could barely stay standing, I doubt she would remember any of this tomorrow. Looking up, I saw four guys standing there staring at me with wide eyes before busting up laughing. I needed someone to kill me. Now. No, first I needed to get out of here. Then someone needed to kill me.
One of the guys I hadn’t met was wiping tears from his eyes, “Oh my God! Sweetheart, is she serious?”
Glad to see they all adopted my favorite nickname. Was there something about me that just screamed 'Give me a nickname?' I couldn’t even respond, my throat had closed up and I thought I would actually cry for the first time in years. Unhooking my arm from Gemma, I made a beeline for the front door, intent on trying to find
my way back to campus. I stopped when I realized Harry was blocking the hall that led to the entryway, he was the only one in the room not laughing. Instead, his lips were mashed together and he was shooting daggers at his sister.
“Please. Move.”
He moved, but it was to grab my shoulders and steer me back towards the living room. What was he doing? I dug my heels into the carpet trying to scramble back in the other direction.
“Don’t touch me!” I hissed.
“Just trust me.” He growled in my ear, walking me past everyone still laughing at Gemma's slip.
When we hit a hallway I hadn’t been down tonight, one of the guys from the kitchen yelled, “Looks like Harry is gonna take care of that problem for you Sweetheart!” That brought on a new round of hysterics.
Harry paused for a second, cussed under his breath and started forward with me again.
When we got to the end of the hall he stopped in front of a door, and pulled out a key to unlock it before towing me in. When the light flipped on, I blinked until I realized we were in a bedroom, I gasped and tried even harder to get out of his grasp. If I could just turn a little, I could have him on the floor in a few seconds. But his grip was firm, I couldn’t budge at all.
“No! Get off me!”
“Not until you stop trying to hit me!”
I stopped but stayed tense as he waited for almost a minute before releasing my arms. Once he did I turned on him and backed away.
“Calm down Sweetheart,” He sighed sounding uninterested, “I’m not going to do anything to you.”
“I really wish you would stop calling me that.” I said through gritted teeth.
He rolled his eyes and went to a drawer, after throwing a pair of basketball shorts at me he walked back to the door. “Put those on, I’ll be back.”
“Why?”
“Did you want to sleep in that skirt?" He bit his bottom lip, his eyes glued to my legs. "I swear I won’t mind it, I figured you’d be uncomfortable though.”
“Gemma said I would be in a room with her tonight, and if that’s not happening I’d rather just go back to the dorm.”
“I can assure you she’ll be sleeping in the bathroom. I’ll give you a minute to change, I’ll be right back.”
“I am not sleeping with you in here.” I sneered.
“Look, you’re seriously hot, that alone is going to have them chasing after you. But top that off with the few words you’ve even said that shows me just how snarky and sweet as hell you are, that is one hell of a tempting combination. Trust me when I say they’re going to want to change what they just found out about you. So if you don’t mind, I’d rather make sure that doesn’t happen.”
He slammed the door shut and not more than three seconds later I could hear him yelling at the guys in the kitchen and telling Gemma to fend for herself tonight. I was standing there in his basketball shorts and Gemma's spaghetti strap when he walked back in and locked the door.
“That was rude, she’s your sister. She should be in here too.”
He looked at me incredulously, “Are you serious? You’re gonna defend her after she just spilled that?”
I shrugged my shoulders and put the skirt on a chair, keeping my back to him so he couldn’t see my cheeks flaming again. “She’s drunk. I’m sure she didn’t realize it.”
“That’s not an excuse.” His voice was soft as he pulled down the covers, “Come on Harper, get in.”
The way his voice wrapped around my name sent a warm shiver through my body and I had to fight to keep my eyes away from his now-bare chest as I crawled into his bed. Even the quick glance at his sculpted chest and abs had my heart racing. After he flipped off the lights, I felt the bed sink down from his weight and I sat up.
“What are you doing?” I jumped.
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t get in here with me!”
He chuckled, “It’s my bed, I’m sure I can do what I want.”
I know he couldn’t see me, but I glared at him anyway. Flipping the cover off me, I grabbed a pillow and sank down to the floor.
“Get back in the bed Sweetheart.”
I scoffed at my nickname but didn’t say anything. I could feel his eyes boring into my back and after what felt like an eternity, heard him sigh and the bed shift. I wanted to ask for a blanket but was too stubborn to ask. Next thing I knew I was in the air.
“Oh my word! Put me down!”
He dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me.
“Harry! No!”
“Calm down, I’ll stay on my side. We can even put a pillow between us if it’ll make you feel better.” He snickered.
I grumbled and scooted to the edge of the bed. Obviously I’ve never been in a bed with a guy before, and the fact that he was inches away had my whole body shaking. “I swear if you touch me, I’ll go Lorena Bobbitt on you.”
It didn’t take him long to figure out what I was referring to. He put a pillow over his face to muffle his booming laugh. “Oh my God! Sweetheart! You’re my new favorite!”
“That wasn’t a joke.”
His body was still shaking with silent laughs as he moved closer and trailed his fingers up my arm. “One of these days, you’ll be begging for me to touch you.”
I couldn’t tell if my next shiver was out of pleasure or disgust but I still growled at him and slapped his hand away. “I’m serious Harry. I’m not like all those girls I saw you with tonight.”
“That’s an understatement.” He rolled back to his side of the bed and sighed, “Get some sleep Sweetheart, I’ll see you in the morning.”
My eyes shot open the next morning when I felt something squeeze me. Looking down I saw tattoos trailing down to a muscled forearm that was wrapped securely around my waist and gasped when I remembered I’d slept in Harry's bed last night. I jumped out from under his arm and off his bed in a move so fast it had my head spinning. My heart took off again as I took in Harry's shirtless body. His tattoos expanded up his shoulders and for some reason I wanted to trace them with my fingers and splay my hands across his well-defined abs and chest. Dear me, this man was gorgeous.
Harry sat up cursing until he realized who I was. “Jesus Sweetheart! You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I had a girl in here.” He flopped back onto his pillow, raking his hands over his face.
That snapped me back to reality. “Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Sorry you didn’t seem to notice, but I am a girl.”
He dropped his hands and scowled at me but still proceeded to slowly take in my body. My cheeks were bright red by the time he looked back up. “I noticed last night, trust me.” My question mark face must have prompted the rest of his response. “I meant, I thought I let a girl stay the night with me.”
“Uh …?”
“Someone I’d been with Sweetheart. I thought I banged a girl and let her stay here.”
“Oh.”
He snorted. “Sorry, is that too much for your PG ears?”
“No, I just don’t understand why that would be a bad thing.”
Sighing deeply he propped himself up on an elbow and looked directly into my eyes. “Girls I screw around with aren’t allowed to come in my room, let alone stay the night. This is the only place that is mine, and I’m not about to share it with them.”
“So you sleep with women and then make them leave?” I didn’t even want to ask where he slept with them.
“No, I screw women … and then make them leave.”
I shook my head and walked toward the door, “You’re a pig.”
He laughed once without humor and watched me leave.
When I got out to the living room I saw Gemma at the kitchen table with a housemate, as soon as they saw me the conversation stopped. I hadn’t known I could feel even more awkward, guess so.
Looking at me sheepishly, Gemma stood from her chair and pulled me towards the living room. “Harper, I’m so sorry. Liam just told me everything.” Her voice broke at the end. “I swear I would never intentionally do something to embarrass you. I know we just met but I’ve been looking forward to living with you and I can’t believe I hurt you like that after just meeting you.”
“Really, it’s fine. I’ve heard enough stories that I figured you didn’t know what you were doing.”
“It’s not fine! You should hate me.”
I nodded and looked over at Liam who was grinning at me. “Well I don’t plan on seeing any of these guys ever again, so there’s no use in making you suffer with me.” I smiled at her, trying to make light of the situation.
Although I was still humiliated, I’d never been one to hold a grudge, and I wasn’t about to start now. Embarrassing moment or not, it’s not like I had a lot of options here. Either let this get to me and cower away from people, or hold my head high and push forward.
She still looked sullen and it was making me uncomfortable. “Well at least people don’t think I’m a whore.”
That brought on a smile which turned into a light laugh. “You’re a glass half full kind of person, aren’t you?”
“Definitely.”
Hugging me tightly before walking back to her cup of coffee she said, “At least let me buy you one new outfit.”
“Hah! I won’t stop you. Are you sure you’re up for that today though? I figured you wouldn’t be up for much of anything after last night.”
“Sweetie, I’m always up for shopping. Go change, I’m ready when you are.”
I walked back into Harry's room to find it empty, after shedding his basketball shorts I quickly stepped into Gemma's skirt. Before I could pull it up, the door swung open and Harry walked in.
“It’s really a shame you don’t let anyone see that sexy little body.”
Blushing fifty shades of red, I pulled them up and turned to face him.
“Calm down, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow making it disappear under his shaggy curly hair. “Not saying I wouldn’t want to see yours.”
“Bite me.” I pushed past him towards the door.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Not even close.”
He grabbed my waist, and pulled me against his chest, his nose skimming along my jaw, “One of these days Princess, I promise you.”
I turned to scowl at him once more, “I would never be desperate enough to want you.” Okay that was a lie; my breaths were already quickening just feeling his sculpted body pressed against mine.
His smile was slow and sexy, “We’ll see.”
Notes
Ouch! Harper is so...pure(:
Anyway there we go another update, ill update maybe tomorrow(:
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