Flat 51

~Emily

I really didn’t want him to go. I… I liked the way he had touched me last night. It made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I had never been touched with such gentleness and desire, even if he’d been a little rough at one point. I’d only ever been used by men. Used to feed their own desires. The way Harry had touched me was so different…

But beside that, he seemed like he needed a friend. He seemed like the kind of person who didn’t get on well with others, and maybe he’d like to have someone who didn’t care about his harsh remarks and grumpy attitude. I wanted to try and be there for him.

The doorknob turned, and ever so hesitantly Harry pulled open the barrier between us.

“Did you… Did you call me Model Status?” he asked with a smirk. I blushed, remembering the name I’d called him in my anger. I hadn’t meant to. I didn’t want him to know how I felt. That’s ridiculous, because he doesn’t feel the same. “So… you think I could be a model?” he pushed. I lightly punched his shoulder.

“No… well, I mean, yes, but like, I’m not attracted to you or anything. Well, not in like a weird way, just because you’re attractive! I mean, what’s wrong with that, right? Like, I don’t um wanna like sleep with you or anything…”

“Emily, lighten up. Don’t be so uptight,” he joked before heading into the kitchen. I cringed at my awkwardness. But then I smiled as my name rolled off his tongue. It sounded perfect in his deep, polished accent and made me want to kiss him like there was no tomorrow. I headed into my room to change out of my pajamas, and was half dressed when I heard my name.

“Emily, who the hell is this?!” Danny…

I rushed out of my room, jerking my shirt over my head, to see Harry and my brother standing face to face just inside the front door. The two of them looked as if they might rip each other’s faces off. I swear, they actually would have if I hadn’t stepped in.

“Danny! Take a chill pill! This is my roommate. Harry, seriously, you don’t wanna screw with him. He’ll destroy you. He’s a Marine. He’s like, John Cena being protective over a little sister.” I put my hands on Danny’s chest and pushed him back, praying he’d allow his body to take at least three steps backwards. Thankfully, he wasn’t too mad, and stormed over to the couch.

“Em, you didn’t tell me you got a tatted up heroine addict to pay half your rent. I’m sure I could have covered some of it,” Danny snapped, sending a glare in Harry’s direction.

“Yeah, well she didn’t tell me she had some douche-bag jar-head for a brother,” Harry spat back.

“Guys, calm down. Seriously, we can-”

“You wanna dance, Brit? Cuz I’ll smear your royal blood all over the fucking floor!” Danny was straight up shouting now. Harry stepped forward, chest to chest with my brother.

“Let’s go, you son of a-!”

“Stop it!” I screamed suddenly. They froze, both breathing hard, and glanced at me before taking a step back. “Danny, get the hell out of Harry’s face! I need his help with the rent. Harry, back off! Danny is my brother and I swear if you call him shit like that one more damn time I’ll rip your fucking tongue out and bury it in the back yard!” Danny ground his teeth and collapsed onto the couch as Harry stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him. I folded my arms and glared at my stupid brother. Figures that the second a male enters my life, he should freak out about it. I slid down next to him on the couch and held his hand. “Danny, Harry’s alright. You need to chill.”

“Emmy, I just want you to be safe. I don’t like the way he looks, and you aren’t exactly the best judge of character.”

“Hey,” I laughed, shoving him weakly with my shoulder. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were in Texas.”

“I managed to wrangle three days leave to come see you. I can only spend today, though, and then I have to fly back tonight. It’s just… It’s been so long since we got to hang out. I missed you.”

“Aw, big tough Marine is getting all sappy,” I teased in a baby voice, pinching his cheeks.

“Staaaahp,” he whined, batting my hands away. “If your boyfriend sees that, I won’t be very scary anymore.”

“Danny, he’s just my roommate. I swear it.”

“Sure thing, baby girl. Sure thing.”

Notes

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