I woke up, shocked with the amount of sleep Hunter and her new 'friend' allowed me. It wasn't much, but enough to allow me to be able to wake up and make breakfast, as per every Sunday morning.

Hopping out of bed, and ignoring any decisions to get changed out of my pyjamas, I walked into the hall. Soon making it to the kitchen, noticing Hunter's door was still closed.

I began to hum some morning tunes to keep me motivated and active through breakfast. I could already feel my body trying to push me back to my mattress. But soon, I was accompanied by footsteps.

Knowing for a fact Hunter isn't awake until she smells the food, I ignored him.

The bacon was now dramatically frying in the pan. But the boy's eyes were starting to burn holes through the back of me, making me uncomfortable.

"Like what you see?" I cockily asked.

The boy made no effort to reply, but his sloppy footwork grew behind me. Making it obvious he was approaching.

"Every man loves to wake up to see his woman in the kitchen." His nasty, yet overly sexist comment was staining the back of brain.

I could feel anger growing in the pit of my stomach with the nerve of his comment. It made me feel capable of slapping his ass more stupid.

Knowing the bacon would be fine for a few seconds, I turned on my heel to focus on the boy. Surprised, however, when I was met by a pair of graffitied looking arms and a dark tee. Not thinking he was that tall, my eyes skimmed up his body. Finally reaching a matching pair of green eyes that were already peering down at me.

"Excuse me?" I pardoned him, only to be given a sly smirk.

The anger that was building basically exploded inside me, taking me by storm. Luckily, I kept my fists balled, keeping me from making an impact on his face.

"Hot shot are we? Well get this drilled into your head," I furiously started. I kept my intense eye contact, and continued.

"You can deflower my friend, and think or act like you're King Arthur, but we both know you're just a horny prick waiting to get laid by the next girl you see." I spat loudly.

I'd expected him to be taken back by confidence, but his annoying smirk only grew.

Slowly, he approached me, filling in the small gap between us. His hands instinctively grabbing hold of my waist, keeping me from escaping. Attempting to push him off with my free hands, I failed, while he remained stationary. Now, I regretted every ounce of confidence.

His eyes skimmed my body carefully, as his height towered over mine. My breathing became hitched from his urging contact.

I gaped my mouth to object, but was harshly pinned to the counter behind me, keeping me quiet. His breathing fanned my face, sending small tingles in waves crawling down my spine.

How could I enjoy this, but at the same time hate it with pure passion?

"Now will you be nice to me?" He whispered into my ear, breaking the tense silence. My lack of response made the corners of his mouth curve.

Acting as if he had permission, his weight rocked into my hips. A quick gasp escaped my lips from the shock of his actions, while he released a throaty groan to demonstrate his pleasure in this.

Soft lips made contact with the skin just below my ear, leaving a small trail after down my neck, looking for my sweet spot.

"Please," I weakly begged. His actions quickly stopped with my voice, but stood there still for a few moments to think.

Finally, his weight lifted off of me. A storm of relief pushed through me, as I slowed my breathing to a normal paste.

His gaze caught me off guard, while he stood only a few feet away. I stared back awkwardly, until I smelt the burning food. Glancing towards the pan I found black bacon, shit.

Both the boy and I jumped for the burning food, before colliding into each other.

I heard a small groan come from beside me, and turned find him glaring back at me annoyed. I bit my lip innocently, stepping back.

Quickly, he took the pan from the burner, putting the burnt remains of the bacon in the garbage. "This is your fault," he muttered.

I felt offended from his comment, when the world knew it was really his. How could he just blame me?

Scoffing from his comment, I ignored him.

The pan was now set back on the stove, and the boy retreated to the door.

"Hello!" I called. Turning to face me, he smirked. "Don't tell your friend about what happened here this morning," he warned.

I stared back, not exactly ready to ask for his 'or else', so I nodded.

He turned, grabbing the door handle and began to walk out, "wait!" I called once more.

He stood there with his back towards me, waiting for me to continue. "What's your name?" I eventually asked.

"Harry," and with that, he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Notes

Hey guys! I'm SO SORRY! I was gonna update a couple days ago, but I'm currently sick and have barely left my bed.

I probably wrote this chapter 50 times, but eventually said screw it and winged the ending of it.

SO! Tell me what you think ;)

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