Warned
Meet and greet
"What the hell is a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked in a harsher tone than expected, even though I saw his fists clenched and his jaw locked.
"I-I ummm.. Well y-you see..," I stuttered in his presence, not knowing if I could trust him. He looked to be about 20, maybe less. I was always shy around strangers, but he intensified it about 20x just by being himself.
The man on the ground started to groan and wake up, causing the curly haired boy to look over at him and smirk. He looked back up at me with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Are you not able to fucking talk or what?" He asked me with venom in his voice.
"Not when you cuss and yell at me like that you dick head!" I yelled back, the anger masking my nerves.
"Thats no way to talk to the guy who just saved your sorry ass! How old are you anyways, like 10?" He spit back at me. I obviously looked older than 10, I've been told many times I look at least 17. His words hurt but I didn't let him see it.
"No! I'm 16! And how old are you, 40?" I sarcastically yelled back at him. I tried to stand up, only to wince and give up because the pounding in my head and the cuts along my arms were screaming in pain.
"No, I happen to be 19! And I wouldn't have saved you if I knew you were going to be a bitch to me afterwards!" His words cut into me and I instantly regretted yelling at him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you.. It's just that I've been going through a lot, and now this had to happen, and my life's just a mess!" I started to sob near the end of my sentence, making it almost impossible to make out what I was saying. I let the emotions wash over me as I say on the ground, curling into a ball.
"Look, don't cry! Please! God.. What have I gotten myself into?" He spoke to himself as he knelt down and picked me up. I was surprised how easily he did it, like I weighed nothing.
"Put me down!" I yelled, thrashing in his arms,"I don't need your help! Just let me die!"
"I won't let you die, now stop yelling or you'll wake up everyone in my building! It's 2:45 in the morning! He whisper yelled back at me. I hadn't realized we had entered a building, I was to busy examining the flustered boys face.
"I don't need you! Now let me go!" I retaliated back.
"Can't do that blondie, it's dangerous out there. What if I hadn't been there, what do you think would have happened, huh?" I stayed quiet that time, not having anything else to throw back at him.
"Thats what I thought." He said in a sassy voice that made me want to slap him.
We arrived at his door after an awkward elevator ride that went in silence. He set me down, pulling out his keys and unlocking his door. He ushered me inside, and I looked around, impressed. He had a loft, which was furnished beautifully. It was very modern and expensive, something that took me off guard.
"How can afford to live in a place like this if your only 19?" I questioned him.
He merely shrugged and said,"My job pays well princess." I winced at his words, recalling how the man in the alley way had called me princess as well.
"What's your name?" He asked, passing me while walking toward the kitchen straight ahead.
"Lydia." I answered plainly. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want him. I kept repeating those words to myself, wishing they would come true already.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl. Bet you look even prettier with you clothes off," he said to me while winking. I merely rolled my eyes at his suggestive comment, unfazed since I heard it all the time in the hallways at school.
"My names Harry by the way. Just in case you were wondering what your prince charming's name was." I scoffed at his comment and turned away, taking in the beautiful open space he has.
"You know, I could give you a tour," he suggested from behind me.
"I think i'll pass," I replied, walking over to a bookshelf that held photos and other trinkets. I picked up a frame that held a photo of a young Harry and a girl who I'm guessing is his sister. As I was examining it, Harry came from behind me and ripped the photo from my hand.
"Nobody says no to me." He whispered seductively into my ear, grabbing my hips and pressing himself against my back. His voice sent tingles down my spine, and I felt the longing need in the pit of my stomach. I suddenly realized what I was doing, sensing this was all wrong because I was only 16 and he was 19.
"Well I am," I said, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp, but failing miserably.
"We'll see about that," he hotly whispered in my ear before letting go of me and retreating upstairs.
What the hell did I get myself into?
"I-I ummm.. Well y-you see..," I stuttered in his presence, not knowing if I could trust him. He looked to be about 20, maybe less. I was always shy around strangers, but he intensified it about 20x just by being himself.
The man on the ground started to groan and wake up, causing the curly haired boy to look over at him and smirk. He looked back up at me with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Are you not able to fucking talk or what?" He asked me with venom in his voice.
"Not when you cuss and yell at me like that you dick head!" I yelled back, the anger masking my nerves.
"Thats no way to talk to the guy who just saved your sorry ass! How old are you anyways, like 10?" He spit back at me. I obviously looked older than 10, I've been told many times I look at least 17. His words hurt but I didn't let him see it.
"No! I'm 16! And how old are you, 40?" I sarcastically yelled back at him. I tried to stand up, only to wince and give up because the pounding in my head and the cuts along my arms were screaming in pain.
"No, I happen to be 19! And I wouldn't have saved you if I knew you were going to be a bitch to me afterwards!" His words cut into me and I instantly regretted yelling at him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you.. It's just that I've been going through a lot, and now this had to happen, and my life's just a mess!" I started to sob near the end of my sentence, making it almost impossible to make out what I was saying. I let the emotions wash over me as I say on the ground, curling into a ball.
"Look, don't cry! Please! God.. What have I gotten myself into?" He spoke to himself as he knelt down and picked me up. I was surprised how easily he did it, like I weighed nothing.
"Put me down!" I yelled, thrashing in his arms,"I don't need your help! Just let me die!"
"I won't let you die, now stop yelling or you'll wake up everyone in my building! It's 2:45 in the morning! He whisper yelled back at me. I hadn't realized we had entered a building, I was to busy examining the flustered boys face.
"I don't need you! Now let me go!" I retaliated back.
"Can't do that blondie, it's dangerous out there. What if I hadn't been there, what do you think would have happened, huh?" I stayed quiet that time, not having anything else to throw back at him.
"Thats what I thought." He said in a sassy voice that made me want to slap him.
We arrived at his door after an awkward elevator ride that went in silence. He set me down, pulling out his keys and unlocking his door. He ushered me inside, and I looked around, impressed. He had a loft, which was furnished beautifully. It was very modern and expensive, something that took me off guard.
"How can afford to live in a place like this if your only 19?" I questioned him.
He merely shrugged and said,"My job pays well princess." I winced at his words, recalling how the man in the alley way had called me princess as well.
"What's your name?" He asked, passing me while walking toward the kitchen straight ahead.
"Lydia." I answered plainly. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want him. I kept repeating those words to myself, wishing they would come true already.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl. Bet you look even prettier with you clothes off," he said to me while winking. I merely rolled my eyes at his suggestive comment, unfazed since I heard it all the time in the hallways at school.
"My names Harry by the way. Just in case you were wondering what your prince charming's name was." I scoffed at his comment and turned away, taking in the beautiful open space he has.
"You know, I could give you a tour," he suggested from behind me.
"I think i'll pass," I replied, walking over to a bookshelf that held photos and other trinkets. I picked up a frame that held a photo of a young Harry and a girl who I'm guessing is his sister. As I was examining it, Harry came from behind me and ripped the photo from my hand.
"Nobody says no to me." He whispered seductively into my ear, grabbing my hips and pressing himself against my back. His voice sent tingles down my spine, and I felt the longing need in the pit of my stomach. I suddenly realized what I was doing, sensing this was all wrong because I was only 16 and he was 19.
"Well I am," I said, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp, but failing miserably.
"We'll see about that," he hotly whispered in my ear before letting go of me and retreating upstairs.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Notes
Since I have nothing better to do all day, I updated.. Yayyy.. No? Okay! Anyways idk if I should keep doing this or not cause I'm not sure if it's good writing? No ones reads this part anyways so I'm probably talking to myself haha.. Yeah well have a nice day! :)-Lydia
10/21/13