Tainted|H.S.|

The warm breath on my lips sent a tingle down my spine, the hair on my skin standing on end. He brushed his fingers on my cheek ever so lightly and i closed my eyes, leaning into his touch. He was different. Not like any other spoiled rich kid. He detested his parents. But he was different.
Something about him...

Pushing these thoughts aside, i moved in closer, wrapping my hands around his neck-pulling him closer. The cold air now seemed to have gone as warmth spread throughout my body and i felt the same wetness between my legs. This love was different.

I pressed my lips hard against his as he opened his mouth to mine-letting me in. I barely knew him. He never talked about his childhood- basically his past. Everything was a mystery to me. But i knew the complications of being with him and one day, one day, i'd know him. Not the person he shows me. The person he wants me to know. Him. The real, true Harry.

He pulled apart, my eyes opening slowly. I looked into his eyes and i could see truth in there somewhere but not so clearly visible. His pupils dilated, he shifted my face so that now i could clearly see his eyes- his thumb and forefinger under my chin. The warmth of his hand, the chill in the air- mixed together, creating a heady mixture of something so deep, so exotic.

"Let's go." he whispered, his voice thick with a British accent.

He suddenly let go and took my hand in his. The warmth of his hand clasped with my cold one, sent a chill through my body. The man, so warm on the outside- how could he be so cold, so broken on the inside? He opened the door to my side of the car and shut it when i sat inside and then running over to the other side, he opened the door and sat down.

I was breathing again. I hadn't realized that i was holding my breath for so long. The air refreshed me. Making me feel new. Just like he did every day. I was breathing because of him. I was whole again. But was he?

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