I closed the door and leaned against it. I ran my fingers though my hair. I corrected my posture as my grandma came in.

"Hey grandma." I said cheerfully.

"How was your date?" She asked.

My face went straight.

"I went out with a friend, who was a girl." I said.

"Is that so? You and your "girl" friend have a weird relationship. I don't think you're suppose to kiss your "girl" friend on the cheek like that." She said winking, walking away.

My expression changed to embarrassment. I bit the inside of my lip.

"He is verryy cute by the way." She yelled, putting emphasis on very.

Great. My grandmother has a crush on Harry. I chuckled to myself and went to my room. I glanced at the clock, the numbers glowed in red. It was late, I took a quick shower and hopped into bed. I had work and school tomorrow. I hated Mondays. It was an unnecessary day of week the week that people dreaded. I did my normal routine. I showered, ate breakfast and drove to school. College was not an easy thing. Professors are very annoying. All they do is walk around with the most tiresome expression on their faces and tell you to take a gigantic amount of notes. It was like getting out of jail when my classes were over. When I stepped out to go to my car, the wind gently kissed my skin. It wasn't that cold today. Thank god. I decided to ask Harry if I could study at his place, I didn't want to be alone, bored at my house.

Me: Can I study at your place?Nobody's home at my house and I'll just be bored.

He obviously didn't hesitate to answer. He replied instantly.

Harry: Sure thing! I'll pick you up at your house in 10 mins.

Me: K. Thanks!

Harry: Np

I stuffed my face with everything in sight when I got home. Taking notes can build up an appetite. As I was in the middle of chewing 10 cookies at one time, the doorbell rang. Harry was here. I was free to leave the house without being questioned. My grandparents were out having lunch with some old friends.

"Hello." He said as I opened the door.

I waved.

When we got to Harry's house my eyes popped out of my head. What the hell did he do for a living? Rob banks? My eyes scanned every itch.

"This is your house?" I asked while he unlocked the door.

"Yup." He said casually.

"You paid for this with... your own money." I questioned again.

He head shook up and down. Very well done for a nineteen year old. Inside was even bigger. Expensive furniture was placed in his living room. His house screamed very modern and sophisticated. Which I wasn't expecting from a guy like Harry.

"Where can I study?" I asked.

"Uh, are you going to be watching tv in the living room?" I asked.

"Not if you want to study in there. I'll go to the theater room." He said.

I nodded. I may have looked calm on the outside, but in my head I was thinking he robbed banks for a living and he was never caught. He had a theater room? His bathroom was bigger than my kitchen!

Laying on my stomach, I grabbed a spot on the floor. His carpet was even soft! Really into my work, Harry came and joined me on the floor. I didn't even hear him coming.

"Hey. You want anything? Food? Something to drink?" He asked.

"Can I have a bottle of water please?" I said.

"Sure thing." He said smiling.

My hand suddenly grew a mind of its own. It stretched out and touched his cheek, placing my index finger in his dimple.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled.

"Sorry. Your dimples are cute." I said smiling.

"Thanks." He said getting up, still smiling lightly.

My eyebrows crinkled together, realizing what I said. Did I just tell him his dimples were cute?! I thought. I shrugged it off. No point in denying the fact.

He came back handing me a cold bottle of water.

"Thanks. I said refusing to look into his emerald eyes.

"If you need anything, I'll be downstairs. You just walk straight ahead and make a left into the kitchen and go down the stairs." He stated.

I replied with ok. Finishing my work earlier than I expected, I found myself sitting by myself in the living. I was actually nervous to go down stairs with Harry. I grew a pair and followed the directions he gave me earlier. I found him smiling as I came down. Blood splattered across the screen as I made my way to the seat next to him, which made me jump.

"You don't like scary movies. We can watch something else." He said moving closer.

"No it fine." I said.

I lied. It wasn't fine. A person would get stabbed violently over and over again until there was enough blood to fill up a pool. Harry saw my fingers covering 85% of my my face. My eyes would peek through the open gaps. His warm hand removed my hands from my face and he held my hand.

" I have something to tell you and show you." He said getting up and leading me somewhere.

Notes

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