Everyone has temptations.

February 28, 2012
Somewhere in the Bently Mansion

So many reasons why I should punch myself in the face. It’s been two days since our “almost kiss” encounter and I haven’t seen Harry since.


I AM NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO LIVE WITH MYSELF. It has been too long, and he can not just run away from me like this dammit. He left me hanging to dry; dazed and confused. What the hell am I supposed to do, Harry?! You can not lead a girl on like this!


I paced back and forth in my place and ran my hand over my forehead, multiple times. But then I looked up and realized, I had no idea where I was. Oh my God. Am I seriously lost in this mansion?


“Haleyyyy!” I whined, and somehow she magically appeared beside me. “Is it simply ironic and convenient that you’re always beside me when I call you?”


“We’re in the front of the basement. Headmaster Styles is in the basement, reading a book.” She pointed towards a metal door and I clicked my tongue. So that’s where you’ve been hiding, you inconsiderate ass.


“Okay. Well I’m going down there.” I put my hand on the handle and she jumped.


“Oh no! Don’t go down there! He’ll yell at you again.” She put her hand over her mouth.


“Oh yes! I’m going down there, whether he likes it or not.” I opened the door and practically sprinted down the stairs. “Harry- erm.. Mr. Styles. You owe me a damn apology…” I stopped when I saw him sitting at a table, reading glasses on and book wide open.


“I don’t owe you a damn apology.” He mocked my tone and I growled. “You owe me an apology for the other day and for right now for rudely interrupting my book.” He wouldn’t even look at me.


“I’m not apologizing for the other day because I didn’t do anything-” He burst into laughter. Not sarcastic laughter or fake laughter, but real laughter. And it was kind of pissing me off.


“I think that it’s funny that you actually have the decency to say that you didn’t do anything. Because if you wouldn’t have done anything, then I would still be in my office. Obviously I came down here to get away from you, and you are disturbing my peace. Off you go.” He waved his hand at me like I was some sort of peasant.


“Why would you want to get away from me?” I asked, crossing my arms. He ignored me, eyes squinted so he could focus on his book. “Why do you want to get away from me?” I repeated, only louder.


“Dammit, Anastasia! You’re pissing me off!” His voice boomed throughout the room and I squeezed myself with my arms, afraid to move.


Then he slammed his book closed, left it on the table, and stormed upstairs.


For the first time in a month, I was scared of him again. I didn’t even do anything to make him this mad… Unless it was because of the other day…


I slowly walked up the stairs and opened the metal door, still hugging myself. I found myself walking towards the staircase towards my room and sighed. My anger had immediately washed into fear, and I jumped whenever I saw him leaning against the wall closest to the staircase.


I swallowed hard and walked towards the stairs, trying so hard not to let him move.


“You’re just going to walk past me?” He grated, anger clear in his voice.


“You walked past me.” I swallowed again, pain and fear clear in my voice.


“I had a goddamned right to walk past you.” He looked up and turned towards me, making me cry out because I was afraid of the look on his face.


I took a deep breath and quickly walked up the stairs, crying out again when I heard him trail after me, his boots stomping on the stairs.


“I just had some questions for you.” I muttered, barely audible. But he heard me.


“I have some questions for you as well, Miss Greene. Now, if you would just be still, I could gladly ask them.” He was trying so hard not to yell as he spoke through gritted teeth.


“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” I asked quietly and he stomps stopped. I nodded my head to myself and sighed. I knew it was a long shot.


I made it to my room and sighed again. I went to reach for the door handle, but Harry stepped in front of me, blocking my way.


“Why does that matter to you, if I might ask?” He cocked an eyebrow and I crossed my arms over my chest again.


“It matters because maybe I wanted to kiss you too.” I muttered, scratching my arm.


He didn’t say anything.


“Well why didn’t you tell me?” He muttered softly, moving out of the way so I could open my door.


I took a deep breath and walked into my room, cracking the door the slightest bit so I could talk to him. “Do you honestly think it’s that easy for me to talk to you?”


He put his hand on the doorframe and bent down towards me; close enough to where he could kiss me. But he didn’t. Instead he said, “You think it’s easy for me to talk to you?”


“Why wouldn’t it be easy for you talk to me Harry? After all,” I stopped when he winced because I said his name, making me smile on the inside. “After all I am just a stupid, immature, seventeen-year-old brat.”


I went to close the door but he slipped into my room first.


“I never called you that, Miss Greene.” He sat down on my bed and I was still standing by the door.


“But believe it or not, one day you were thinking it. You can’t tell me different because I know you were.” I shook my head and he looked to his feet.


“You’re right. I did. But that was only because you were new to me.” He mumbled and I laughed a little, leaning against the wall.


“So you judged me by my looks? Just because I’m seventeen and look immature and stupid doesn’t mean that I am.” I shook my head again.


“You don’t look immature and stupid.” He narrowed his eyebrows.


“Then how did you judge me exactly?” I asked and he sighed.


It was quiet for a minute and I walked a little closer to him, but stopped when he looked up at me.


“Why didn’t you kiss me when you had the chance, if that’s what you wanted to do?” He asked and I shuddered out a breath.


Why is he so straightforward?


“Um… I... “


“You missed your chance, Ana.” He looked down and I dropped my hands. “You had your chance and you blew it. Now, I may never want to kiss you again.”


No. It wasn’t supposed to end like that. I… No.


“You can’t say that-”


“I can say whatever the hell I want. Like… I think it’s time to get over you Ana because clearly you don’t give a shit about me and you never will.” He stood up and I shook my head.


“At least let me get a say in this-”


“You deserve no say in this. I told you I wanted to kiss you, and you just threw it away like it was nothing. It’s like you don’t even care about my feelings, so why the hell would you care about me?” He walked towards the door and I whined.


“Would you just listen to me?!” I yelled, furious.


Then he stopped walking and balled his hands into fists. “Don’t you fucking yell at me like that Anastasia Greene. I will not hesitate to throw you outside.”


“I wish you would just give me a chance to speak…” I mumbled and he looked at me, clearly mad. “I do care about you…” He was inching closer to me. “I care about you right now… I cared about you the other day… I really do care about you.. Harry..”


“I wish you’d burn in hell.” He rasped to me and I gasped when my back met the wall. “I wish you’d stop making me feel this way about you, and just burn in hell.”


Then he grabbed my shoulders, let out a ragged breath as he moved forward, and harshly pressed his lips on top of mine.

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