“You know, you should probably close your curtains before stripping off. Thanks for the show, Love. H x” I jolted up out of bed and over to the window. I peered out, my eyes landing on a large black vehicle on the opposite side of the road. Fear struck through me. Harry was leant against the car, arms folded across his strong chest. Even in the dark I could tell he had an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. He pushed himself from the vehicle, walking round the front and climbing in the driver’s seat the other side. Before I knew it the car had accelerated down the road and out of sight. “What have I got myself into.”
My Mum called from the kitchen upon hearing me creek down the stairs. Walking down the hall I glanced in the mirror hung on the wall. I had to take a second look as I remembered the horrible bruise marked onto my skin. I quickly covered my neck, pulling my long hair over my shoulder. Once satisfied it was hidden I pushed the kitchen door open. “Mornin’ M…”
I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of a mop of dark brown curls, sat up at the counter. This couldn’t be happening. With my Mum’s back to him, Harry was free to trail his green eyes up and down my body. I felt self-conscious, his gaze then falling on my face. “Oh Bo, this lovely boy was stood outside so I invited him in.” A grin spread across his face, deep dimples prominent.
“Hey, Harry.” I forced, politely.
“Alright, Bo.” He winked.
“Mum, can I speak to you for a second?” I asked through gritted teeth. I flashed Harry a pained smile before tugging my mother into the hall. Once I was sure he wouldn’t be able to hear I started to talk. “Why did you invite him in?” I whispered angrily.
“He said he was a friend of yours, he’s very sweet.” She gushed. “Mum, he could have been a murderer.” I scolded.
“Of course he’s not, Harry’s adorable.”
I rolled my eyes at my mother. I felt sure he had used this “charm” on her. My fingers rubbed against my temples trying to get my head round the situation. I didn’t know who I was angrier at, Harry for turning up uninvited or my Mum for letting him in. “I made breakfast. Come on.”
She took my hand and pulled me back to the kitchen where Harry was still sat. He grinned as I walked over to him and sat on the stool next to his. A gasp fell from my lips as Harry’s warm hand ran up my thigh. I smacked it away, only for him to laugh quietly. I had a horrible feeling he enjoyed it when I...