THE DEATH OF ME

It is late and I have school tomorrow. I've been lying on the couch in Harry's arms watching 'The Chatty Man'. Alan sends Harry into burst of laughter, and I enjoy feeling his chest shake under me as he chuckles.

"He is the funniest lad I have ever met," He remarks when the episode is over, tracing circles on my arm.
"Were you ever on his show?" I question.
"No, but I met him once, he asked me to come on, but nothing came of it, maybe one day though," He shrugs.

"I need to go to sleep, I have school tomorrow," I sigh, sitting up.
"No.. Stay on the couch with me," He begs pulling me back down, "I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to," he grins cheekily.

I wonder what it would be like sleeping with Harry, wondering if he snores, or if he moves a lot in his sleep.

"All right," I give in, getting up.
"What? So where are you going?" He sits up, confused.
"We won't fit on the sofa together, it will be uncomfortable," I explain, pulling him to his feet, as I turn to the stairs.

"Wait, are you taking me to your room?" He cocks an eyebrow, a smug smile to his lips.
I don't answer, just lead him up.

Harry has never been upstairs, never invited to see my room.
When we enter, I let go of his hand, collecting thing for a shower.
I watch from the corner of my eye the way he takes everything in.

My room is nothing special. I have white walls, and a shaggy green carpet. My dresser is a dark colour wood, and so is my bed, with white covers over it, since Nan believes in having only white covers and towels since it makes you change them more often.
My closet is in the corner and a big standing mirror next to it.
By my bed there is a bed stand with a reading lamp and a framed photo of my parents.
I head out to wash the smell of smoke from the shack off of me.
When I am back, Harry is on my bed holding the photo.

"Do you miss them?" He inquires, and I pace over sitting next to him, taking the photo from his hands.
"I'm not sure," I explain.
"What does that mean?"

"I think I miss the idea of having parents.. I mean, how can I miss something I don't remember having?"

Harry stays quiet, as he watches me stare at their smiling faces.
"I have photos of them holding me, kissing me, so I know I was loved, but I have no memory…" I continue, suddenly feeling the urge to explain myself.
"I'm sure they did," Harry whispers.

"You know when I miss them the most though? Or the idea of having them? When there was the father daughter dance, or when I see a mum shopping with her daughter, or even when I see kids fight with their parents, wishing I had them to fight with.. I love Nan, but she is a grandmother, and she treats me like a granddaughter, never trying to act like my mother.." I look up at him.

"Did you go to the father daughter dance?"
"No.. Who would I go with? It's fine though, I am used to it.." I tell him.
Harry nods, not saying another word. He gets up pulling his shirt off, leaving his chest bare, and my eyes inspect it, and his wide shoulders. Then I watch as he undoes his jeans pulling them down, standing in boxers.

"W-What are you doing?" I question, my eyes wide and cheeks burning.
"I can't sleep in my clothes," He explains, a smirk on his face.

"Oh.." I breathe, turning to get into bed. I scoop to the side, making room for him, as he slides in beside me, his body turned to face me.

"With how many girls have you slept with?" The question is out before I have time to stop myself, and I know I am bright red. "Don't answer that! I don't want to know," I cover my face with my hands.

Harry peels them away a soft chuckle sounding from him.
"I had my fair share, nothing for you to worry about though," He kisses my hands.
We lay staring at each other a while more, before Harry turns to turn off the bed lamp.
"Goodnight Cassandra," He whispers.
"Goodnight Harry,"


I am on my way to class, when Dafni and her plastics pass me.
"Stop!" She demands, when she sees me, "What is different about you?"
"Are you talking to me?" I look over my shoulder not sure.
"Yes I am! Harry has you dressing up for him then?" She notes my fitted shirt, a sly smile on her face.

"What is it to you?" I shoot back, refusing to become her new punching bag.
She raises an eyebrow at me, an impressed look on her face.
"I'm having a party Friday night, you should come," She says, surprising me.
"What?" I ask to make sure I heard correctly.
"A party, at my place, bring Harry," She turns away, her friends giggling.

"What was that about?" Liam appears at my side, watching Dafni's back.
"I just got an invite," I reply.
"Are you gonna go?" Liam pulls a face.
"To one of Dafni's parties? No way, I am working anyway," We resume our stride to the classroom.

"So how is the new job?" We take our seats.
"It's good, I like it there.. I think,"
"And when is your Nan coming back?" He asks.
"I spoke to her this morning, she said she'll be back tomorrow," I whisper, since the teacher started class.

"How's it going with Harry?" Liam continues to ask me questions.
"Good," I smile.

I couldn't remember falling asleep last night, but this morning I woke up to Harry's arm around my waist as he snuggled up to me.

I cannot explain the feeling, I cannot put it in words. I manage to turn to face him without waking him, his arm slung over me lazily as I gaze at his sleeping face. He is so cute when he's asleep, the frown gone from his features, looking so young, so handsome.

"Ben was at the shack last night," I remember to tell Liam, getting an annoyed glance form the teacher.
"Oh, how did that go?" He whispers. Liam hates Ben, said he was a dirty racer, who is trying for years to break Harry's record but never succeeding.
"Him and his friends are dicks, they-"

"All right! Miss Price that's detention!" The teacher scolds at me.
The class turns to look our way and my cheeks flush. When she finally turns back to the board, I sneak a glance to Liam who mouths a sorry.

I have never gotten detention before, never being noticed by the teachers. I was glad I am not working today since I wouldn't be able to get to my shift on time.
When class is finally out, I collect my thing slowly, knowing I have no reason to hurry, being stuck in school until 18:00 with detention.

"I'll stay with you," Liam offers, his bag on the table.
"No, don't be silly," I wave him off.
"No! Really, It's my fault, and I want you to tell me about yesterday," He smiles.
I glared at him as if he had another head growing out of his neck, who willingly stays for detention?

"Miss Price, don't forget your detention slip," The teacher waves it in front of me.
"Mrs. McDell? Can I have one too please?" Liam asks her.
The look she gave him was priceless, and I tried my best to stifle my laugh.

"It was my fault for Cassie's talking, so it's only fair I will get detention too," He explains.
I can tell she has no clue what to do, looking back and forth between us.
Finally she gives him his own slip, and heads out of the class. The minute she does both of us burst out into giggles.

"Did you see her face?" I laugh out loud.
"I think I'm the first student ever to ask for detention," He chuckles, picking up his bag.
"You think?" I shake my head still smiling.
"Come on smart mouth, we need to head to the detention room," Liam pulls me after him.

When we enter detention, it is full of students which all stare at us.
I swallow looking up at Liam, who shrugs and walks in.
"Look who it is! The groupie!" someone shouts and points. Liam and I both turn back to see whom he may be talking about, though no one was behind us. When we turn back everyone was staring at us.

"Oh.." I gasp, when I understand he was pointing at me.

"Groupie? Her? Are you joking?" Liam chuckles, sitting his bag on the table closest to him.
"She is though! Always following Harry everywhere," Some girl says. I am gobsmacked, not knowing what to do or say, frozen to my place standing at the door.
"And how do you figure such a thing? Would Harry pick up a groupie form school every day? You're a complete idiot," Liam rolls his eyes.

"So what are you saying? That they are like together? Please!" Some girl with red hair calls from the end.
"Are you too blind to see it for yourself? Or would you like me to spell it out for you?" Liam snaps.

"Enough! Take your seats please," Mr. Fixen walks into the class, and everyone goes silent.
I sit next to Liam too humiliated to glance sideways.
My phone buzzes then as if I didn't have enough on my plat, making everyone stare my way once again.

I silence it, not missing Harry's name on the screen.
Shit.

He must be outside waiting for me not knowing where I am.
And to make matters worse, Liam just told the whole class Harry and I are dating, after me telling him we are keeping it quiet.

My phone goes off again, and I know if I won't answer him, he will come looking for me inside making a bigger mess of things.

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