COUNTING STARS

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Ariel’s P.O.V
The water from the shower stopped and small footsteps stepped on the ground, I sat on the edge of the bed staring at that the gun that was on the dresser. It was intimidating to look at and it to imagine that thing kills people, Harry opened the door to the bathroom and came walking out with a towel wrapped low around his hips, his defined V-line showed perfectly abstracting from the plain white color. He walked over to the gun and slid it inside the drawer. He grabbed his watch as well doing something to the clock, he looked over at me momentarily then back at his watch smiling to himself. “What?” His smile showed off his two dimples that made my heart flutter “You look good in my shirt….” I looked down at the white cloth, I guess so I only slept in it because it was comfortable. Within minutes Harry slipped back into the bathroom and this time when he came out he had on sweats but no shirt I swear he does this on propose. “I have a

question….” He walked back over to the dresser and slid his watch in the drawer. “Sweetheart you are entitled to ask as many questions as you want” I raised an eyebrow, good to know. “What are you….like what was that back there?” He walked back over to the bathroom and turned off the light, the only thing that shined was the moon into the bedroom giving off a dingy darkness. “I’m….nothing, I play that’s all, that back there was for fun….” For fun? For fun? What does he do when he’s bored? I got up from the edge of the bed and walked over to one side peeling back the covers I climbed in. “Can I ask you question now?” I nodded; I grabbed the hair tie from my hair and shook my hands through my soft mane. “You broke up with Jesse?” I

yawned and nodded, I’m used to the idea of me and Jesse being done with. “And you still don’t want me?” I withdrew my hands in my hair and turned my body fully towards Harry. “Really? I wanted you Harry…in the plane; the bathroom, you didn’t want me back remember?” He flinched his jaw. “I thought you were with Jesse, I wasn’t going to ask you out knowing you were with another guy, because I couldn’t take the thought of sharing you…..” We sat there for a minute thinking everything through. “What’s stopping you now?” He stared into my eyes

“Nothing…” He came towards me as if he was going to kiss me but he didn’t. His mouth just lingered in front of mine he just stared at me, for minutes seconds felt like years. He reached up and pushed one of my strayed curls out of my face that got caught in-between my lips. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “The fact that I’ve never wanted anything more in my life is…..Peculiar, because normally I never get what I want….and I’m used to that fact” He turned a fraction of a ways away smiling to himself, his dimples came out of hiding and I couldn’t help but to kiss him. I rocked forward slightly and passionately placed a kiss on his cheek right on

top of his dimple. He closed his eyes taking in what just happened as so did I, I quickly regretted that. “Whot…..was that for?” He fluttered his eyes open and looked at me; our lips were even closer now. “Not for my benefit……but for yours…..I-I think you’re really strong but….who takes care of you, who loves you?” His eyes widened just a bit and his face stiffened. “…..Um, I never told you this but…..I live with my aunt” He has an aunt? He chuckled lowly “Why didn’t you tell me?” And this whole time I thought he was on his own. “Because……” Was he ashamed of me? Ashamed to show me to his Aunt? His mouth formed words but nothing came out. “S-she um……She doesn’t like you….” My face fell into a settle line, I felt angry I’m a nice person and to think she’s already judged me before I met her just….. “But I haven’t met her” He dropped his

head. “Yeah Yeah I know it’s…..you’re not the only girl I’ve brought home to meet my aunt, and as you can see…..they never lasted so in her mind she thinks what’s different about this one?” He rubbed my thighs taking his pointer finger slowly grazing it upwards mid-way and back down to my knee; then repeat all over again, he had little ways of calming me down -- to me they were a big thing but to him they were nonchalant. “I want to meet her…..” He chuckled again to himself. “Ariel…..No” He turned around fluffing up his pillow then laid back putting his arms behind his neck. “What? Come on, I can change her mind” He looked up at me. “So you can convince her that you’re not like the other girls?” I nodded excitedly. “No” He said it like that was the end that he could make all the decision and I don’t get an input. Without another word I

fluffed up my pillow and laid down as well wrapping the covers tightly around my body. “If you could have one thing in life, what would it be?” He whispered. I turned on to my back just like him, staring up at the ceiling, even though I was mad at him I let it go for a second.. “I would want my brother Bobby back, he was everything to me, I felt like he was the only one that actually cared about me, he was my rock, now I have nobody left. When he died it felt like I was drowning, I watched everybody live their life like nothing happened but for me I was losing breath, fighting for air, for somebody to save me…..but nobody did” I quickly wiped a tear

starting to slip down my cheek away. “But any who, what about you Harry?” He prompt himself up on his elbow staring down at me. “If I could have one thing……I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me” I prompt up onto my elbows as well. “So out of your whole life that would be….that one thing you would want in life?” He came closer to me staring me deeply in the eye. “No” I waited for him to say something else but he left it and returned back over to his side to lay down. “Are….you going to tell me?” I thought that he would have, the whole point of me asking was to have an answer in reply. “Ask me….come here and ask me, but only at your own risk” What? What does that

mean, how dangerous can two people get just laying next to each other? I scooted closer to him “Closer…” He had this deep, deep husky voice and his words weren’t inviting but seductive. We were touching body to body now “Closer…” I couldn’t think how closer I could get, till something popped into my head what he was trying to do. Nervously I lift one leg over his hip, straddling him I felt his member grind on me. “I-I……um…..I-I eeehh” Something was making him nervous as well. “Harry you can tell me….it’s alright…..” He grabbed my hips pulling me

slowly off him, I moved to the side letting him eagerly get up. He stood by the window; he peeled back the curtains checking out the place. “I-I….uh want to kiss you…” He was nervous because he wanted to kiss me? “Harry we’ve kissed before” I gradually slid myself off the bed and stood up watching him closely, he shoved his hands in his sweats. He was fidgeting; it was kind of cute I’m used to seeing the smooth, calm, cool Harry not the nervous Harry. “Ariel…..you don’t get it” He smiled to himself but stopped it by biting his lip. I walked up next to him, he looked at me every now and then but he would get shy and turn away. “Tell me and I will get it….” He

looked at me, this time he didn’t look away or stare at the ground. “I-I want to more than just kiss you…..Ariel, that’s what I want in life….at this very second” I was speechless, he wants to have sex with me? I never really thought of us taking a step that far. “Uh Um, I’m…..” He smiled at me “Are you nervous Ariel?” I shook my head, actual I was speechless I didn’t know what to do, I mean if you wanted to have sex with me then….do it but talking about it is just weird. “So you’re telling me that’s the other one thing you want in life?” He bit down on his lip walking closer to

me. “But I don’t want it now….” He added in. “I just want to go to sleep all that gambling was tiring, plus I have to take you to school…..then…” “Then?” I mocked. He grabbed my chin tilting it up “If you want, you can meet my aunt” I smiled brightly and hopped up into his arms, He kissed my neck over and over again tugging fiercely at it. “Stay with me love and you get whot you want…..sometimes….” He walked me over to the bed laying me down. “Sometimes?” I mocked as we both climbed underneath the bed. “Well sometimes I wanna get whot I want too” I smiled. But the only thing I could think about is sex! I don’t know when that moments going to occur but the way he said it entailed that he was asking permission first before we go on to that point. I mean I like Harry and all but the last time I had sex was with…..and he was hard on me, and it hurt; what if that happens between me and Harry? Is taking pain worth going through all that?

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