5:00 a.m.


"Oh, Harry!" I moaned relentlessly as his hot mouth trailed kisses along my jaw. His steamy tongue making contact with my skin as he nibbled after each kiss.

I was withering in my bed, basically thrashing back and forth, Harry had barely even touched me and I was out of control.

His hand trailed down my chest, forcefully cupping my large breasts through my lace bra. His mouth moved down my neck and to my bust.

He peered at me through his long eyes lashes, his green eyes piercing me, before he ripped off my bra.
My breasts tumble out and Harry licked his lips at the sight. Every where he touched, it left me wanting more, needing more.

His mouth delved in, everywhere on my stomach, breasts, and chest. I closed my eyes shut, lost in pure ecstasy.

"Lucy!" I looked up at Harry in alert, but he wasn't there anymore.

Harry's figure was replaced with another man.

Him.

He was back for me, I knew it. How could I let this happen? My eyes began to well up with hot tears as the man pulled out a gun.

"Listen to me, if you make one noise, you're dead," his lifeless voice rumbled in my ear.

No,no,no.

His calloused hands began to work down my body, groping me as I protested, desperately trying to escape his hold.

The door to my old bedroom burst open, Tom stood there in absolute horror at the scene in front of him.

"Tom!" I screamed frantically as my attacker accused him.

Then there was a loud bang, and my eyes wrenched opened. I looked around panicked at what just happened. I was in my room, it was still dark out.

It was a dream, no, it was a nightmare...


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Harry's POV 5:00 a.m.


I watched myself in the mirror. The punching bag in front of me was worn down from months of practice.
I couldn't sleep, after the fun session with Lucy yesterday I went home. I didn't know for sure if she would want me there, odd thing was, I wanted to go.

The white tape strapped around my knuckles now had black streaks smeared everywhere from the black bag.

My feet were pounding, and beet red from my workout too, but is as just getting started. I would probably keep working out until eight, the time Lucy usually showed up.

At the mention of her name, an electric current ran through my body, pushing me harder. I was at a point where the sturdy bag was literally swinging from my powerful hits.

"Harry stop!" A scared voice yelled out. Lucy?

She was standing a few feet away from me, a frightened look across her face. She must've come in a few minutes ago, but I didn't hear a thing, most likely lost in my own world.

"Your hands are bleeding for christ's sake," she said in a soft tone.

I didn't even notice she had been coming closer until she had delicately took my hand in hers and was examining it. The tape was now covered in blood and had dried to my hands.

I looked up to Lucy to see her eyes were puffy and red, what the hell?

My hand hesitantly reached under her chin, guiding her head to look up to mine. My thumb gently stroking across her defined chin.

"Why have you been crying love?" Love? Where did that come from? The only person I call love is my mum, or was my mum.

Lucy turned away from me, trying to hide her beautiful face.

I brought her back to me, my hand forcing her to face me. Even with puffy eyes, and no makeup, she was still breathtakingly perfect. Our eyes locked, her blue jewels against my green ones.

Lucy leaned in, our lips inches apart, sharing the same hot air that surrounded us.

Her light eyes closed and I found myself gravitating towards her. I wanted to kiss her.

Wait, what?

I couldn't kiss Lucy, I needed to sleep with her, that's it.

Her moist lips were close to mine, but I couldn't do it. Pulling away at the last second, I backed up from her.

"I should go," I told her, not daring to look into her eyes.

I could see her face drop though, and her lip tremble.

"No, I don't even know why I came here anyways," she said before rushing out of the gym.

"Lucy," I whispered, but she was too far gone.


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Lucy's POV


How could I be so stupid? Thinking Harry would want me, or would want to kiss me? I had only leaned in because I was so attracted to him, and the moment felt right.

Could I have been more wrong?

Tears stained my cheeks as I ran through the sprinkling rain to the car. If I had come any later it would be pouring, but I didn't care.

I shouldn't be crying, I hadn't cried in so long, a bad habit I had tried to leave in my past. Obviously I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, they just kept coming out.

Eventually my eyes dried, and I could breathe evenly again. The drive home was lonely and cold, sad thoughts drifting around in my head.

After arriving home, I collapsed into bed. Thankfully I had all my tears out, allowing me to sleep.
I didn't have a nightmare, and I didn't have a dream. There was only darkness.

Total and complete emptiness.

Notes

Short, and not-so-sweet chapter!

I know you're probably wondering when they'll kiss, but don't worry, when it happens it will be perfect.

And tomorrow is Friday!

I decided to put in a few things about me so you guys can get to know me better. (:

I live in Minnesota, my favorite color is orange, and I love Chinese food!

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~lex~