"I came to pick you up." He said, a cheeky look was plastered on his face.

"W..hy?" I choked.

Harry stuck his hands inside of his pockets. "I..err.." He paused. "Your friend texted me." I got the impression that Harry was liking this.

My eyes widened. Lydia knew very well that I didn't want to see this man's face again. But she let him come pick me up after the party anyways. She was going to pay for this.

The door from behind me was slammed. Lydia!" I called out. I twisted the door knob open but it wouldn't budge. Lydia locked her front door for me. How lovely.

"I'm fine. I'll go home by myself." I declined his offer.

It was 12 midnight and I knew going home by myself wasn't a very good option. But at this point, it was the better option. Clearly, the quiet, dark streets will not guarantee me a safe trip back home, but I'd rather choose this than having to ride home with that man.

"Wait.." Harry said.

"Don't you have work or something? Aren't you supposed to be in the club?" I asked, trying to avoid him.

"Nope." He said, popping the "p" sound. "It's my day off. Now, why won't you come and ride with me?" He asked, his tone soft.

"No, really. I'm fi--ow!" As I made my way down the steps of Lydia's front porch, I stumbled as my heels resulted me to become unbalanced.

I tried to stand back up though I couldn't quite do it. There was a stinging pain on my right ankle. It probably got sprained. For fuck's sake! I rubbed my ankle, hoping the pain would subside any minute.Harry then quickly went to my side, his familiar strong scent overwhelmed my sensed yet again. Without a word coming out from his mouth, he was on his knees.

"Now tell me how you can go home by yourself with this." He said in a hushed tone, his curls were the only ones I could see from my view as he bent his head down to where I had been sprained. Suddenly, with a gentle touch from his hand, he caressed my sprained ankle as if it would break any moment if he'd pressed it with his hand a bit harder.

I winced at his touch.

"Don't." I muttered.

Harry had an apologetic look on his face. "I didn't even press that hard." He laughed a bit.

"It's not that." I said.

"What is then?" He asked, furrowing his brow.

"I'm uncomfortable with people touching me." I admitted sheepishly as I bit my lower lip. Harry laughed again.

With all my might, I transferred all my weight to my right leg so I could balance myself and stand up. I tried to force myself up, but I just couldn't.

Harry then stood back up and turned his back to me. Bending to my level, he seemed like he was offering me a ride... on his back. "Hop on." He said in a low tone as he looked my way.

I shook my head relentlessly, declining his offer yet again. I wouldn't ride with him on his motor cycle. What made him think I would ride on his back?

"C'mon," He urged me to hop on, "I'm sure you're not that heavy." He jokingly implied.

"No.. I can manage." I said and I tried to stand up again. Getting up with my right leg, I pushed the ground with both arms to balance myself. As soon as I got up, I limped as I slowly but surely walked on the pathway. Okay so I was hoping myself home tonight.

I ignored Harry and carried on with my limping. I still had a long journey after all. Maybe I'll take a cab or a bus if I'll see one.

Before I could reach Lydia's gate, I gasped as I got off from the ground. To my surprise, Harry had carried me. Bridal style. My lips formed an "o" as Harry's face was just inches away from my mine, our noses brushed each other's.

With that, I closed my eyes. I was uncomfortable. And not to mention.. flushed. Really flushed.

"Persistent, aren't you?" Harry almost growled.

"Aren't you the persistent one here?" I spat. Harry remained quiet and poker faced as he placed me on his motor cycle. "Sit still." He said.

"Sit still? Do you expect me to move around in this state of mine?" I said quite harshly.

Harry chortled.

Without saying another word, Harry straddled his motor cycle. I, however, rode sideways as I was wearing a quite skimpy dress. Clenching his fists on the handles, the engine's soft roar echoed through the quiet street. He got a helmet and handed it to me. "Here. Wear this." He said.

Seeing that he had no helmet on, I questioned him, "Why am I the only one who has a helmet?"

"Concerned, yeah?" Harry chuckled a deep laugh.

"It's not that I.. It's just that the police might pull us over since you have no helmet on." I said softly.

"Nah, there are no police at this time of the evening." He said.

"It's morning." I said, correcting him.

"Exactly my point. It's too early for the police to be roaming around these streets." He informed. "And you need the helmet more than I do."

"What made you say tha-" I was left unfinished when Harry suddenly started to drive in a quite fast speed. "Hold on tight." Harry said.

"You should've told me that earlier." I involuntarily wrapped my arms around Harry's waist. I felt like my grip on him was too tight though he didn't complain so I'm guessing he was okay with it.

I pressed my hands on Harry's lower abdomen as the speed of his driving increased. Was he trying to kill me? Does Harry work out or something? Because his stomach is quite hard. It even felt like.. marble. And I'm not just exaggerating this.

The sound of the motor cycle's engine filled the quiet and eerie street Harry was driving on. Although, I was a bit scared, no, really scared of Harry and the fact that I am riding his motor cycle, I had to admit that I felt quite exhilirated. It was my first time to ride on a motor cycle.. with someone.. different.

Yes, I'd say Harry is different. He is different from all the other people I've met. Well, I haven't really met a lot of people throughout my life since I've been always stuck under dad's strict orders, and maybe that's one of the reasons to why I found him different. Because people like Harry stayed in a world that was unknown, and even... dangerous to me.

My house wasn't too far away from Lydia's. Looking around, I realized that we were nearing my house. I heard Harry mumble something though I couldn't quite understand it. I didn't bother to ask what he just said.

Suddenly, something inside of me gobbled myself up in fear. What if Harry will bring me somewhere else? What if he'll put me to danger? What if he'll take a wrong turn? My mind was filled with "what-ifs" as I tried to think of all the scary possibilities that could happen any moment. Ah, fuck.

Closing my eyes, I tried to shake out all the fear inside me. No, Bree. Stop thinking about it. Just when my eyes were about to open, I felt the motor cycle stop. I opened my eyes forcefully and was relieved to see my house from across the street.

But wait.. How did he know..

Right. He had followed me before.

Stop being so paranoid, Bree.

Harry turned to me. "Do you want me to.."

"No, no. I'm. I can walk across." I said dryly.

"You sure? I could help you--"

"No!" I suddenly gushed. "I mean.. no.."

I can't let him go to the front porch with me. Even though dad was sick, he might have been watching us from his window. Lydia had lied to dad that Mrs. Campbell would be the one to take me home.

I carefully got off from Harry's motor cycle and limped my way to the house.

"Wait.." Harry grabbed my arm from behind. "Bree, are you still mad at me?" He began, "I mean.. about the other night.."

I looked at him and gave him a cold stare. "Oh I don't know." I said quite sarcastically.

"Then tell me, can I still.. see you?" He asked, his grip tightened.

I yanked his arm forcefully. "Let go!" I exclaimed.

"Can I?" He asked for the second time.

I ignored him.

"Why are you being like this?" He asked.

Turning back to him, I took a deep breath and began to speak, "Oh I don't know? Maybe it was because you never apologized for what happened?" I said harshly.

He stood there, quiet.

"Well? Ringing any bells to you?" I asked sarcastically.

He then slowly walked towards me. "How can I apologize?" His towering height made his face hover over mine. "When I'm not even sorry." He said in a deep tone.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Like I said, I don't regret anything." He spoke in a raspy tone.

"Harry.. I don't-"

His disheveled curls tickled my forehead as he moved in closer to me, decreasing the distance between us. He held my chin with his careful fingers and placed his lips just below my ear.

"Hmm." He hummed though it sounded almost like a scoff to me. His empowering scent was all over me. I wanted to make a run for it, but I couldn't. He seemed to have this dominating power over me was one of the reason I couldn't sleep at night.

He then hovered his lips on my neck, his warm breath could be felt. I kept my eyes closed. "Have I mentioned you look lovely tonight?" He whispered as he inhaled on my skin.

His plump lips was then pressed on my neck, just below my jawline. The sudden contact made me shiver. "Can I still see you" He whispered, the soft vibration of his voice was felt on my skin.

It was all warm until I felt the contact of a cold sensation. Fear struck through me as he sucked on my neck forcefully yet fervently at the same time.

"Har.." I stifled a moan, and instead let out a soundless gasp.

"I'll take that as a yes." He hummed on my skin, his lips still intact on my skin as he trailed a few soft kisses on my jawline.


As his lips were about to reach my own, he stopped, and instead, pressed his thumb on my lips. "See you then." He smirked.



Harry's POV


The next day

I woke up to the sound of the television, noisy eating, and mumbling that morning. Getting off from my bed, I head to the living room where all the noise seemed to have came.

Jack was lying down on the sofa, with his feet hanging, which was indeed smelly, mind you. He looked like a fucking sloth. I had grown too accustomed of living alone in my flat that I had nearly forgotten that Jack was staying with me for a while.

Jack was munching on a bag of Doritos as he watched some news. The sofa was going to be really crummy for sure.

"Looks like your awake. Mornin' mate" Jack greeted, his eyes glued on the television.

"How many days till you leave?" I asked him.

"Not sure, though." He shrugged.

Breaking News: Culprit robs a jewelry shop

The news suddenly got my attention.

Though the amount of jewelries that were stolen was not that much, the suspect managed to harm a senior citizen. The suspect's name is said to be Jack Flinn

"Whoa, whoa. What did you just do?" I asked. "I thought you wouldn't do anything stupid fr now?"

"Meh, couldn't help it. It was nothing big, really. Didn't get much" He said dryly.

"You almost killed the old man you dumb fuck" I said. "I don't want police barging in my flat" I said in a harsh tone.

"Calm your tits, mate" He laughed as if this wasn't a serious matter. It was all fun and games for Jack. But to me, it wasn't.


"Look, Jack. If this stuff happens when I'll help you, then I might as well back out" I spat.

Jack spat out the chips he was eating and stood up. He looked furious. "Whow whoa, what?" He cocked his brow.

"You heard me." I said.

"Look mate," His face almost looked pitiful, "I promise you.. nobody will get hurt this time. Just please help me out here."

Notes

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