Dangerous

That night, I was laying in my bed thinking about how perfect today really went. Harry really went above and beyond today and I couldn't be happier. My music was surrounding my thoughts and me. There was something about Harry that made things so easy, yet so complicated. There was something about him that drew you in like a magnet and you didn't want to resist. The way his accent rolls off his tongue, the way his green eyes sparkle in the light, the way his body seems to be a shelter that nothing can break through. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on the front door.

I walked down the stairs and had expected my mother to answer it. Then I remembered there was no one home besides me. I opened the door and to my surprise he was standing there.

Harry.

His cheek bleeding, his lip split, and his nose bruised. He looked at me almost like he didn't know what to do. His hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck, which I assume is a nervous trait he has.

"Oh my god! Harry, are you alright?"

"Um, yeah can I come in?"

"Oh of course!" I opened the door wider so he could step inside. I led him into the kitchen to try and clean up his face.

"I didn't see any cars besides yours in the driveway. I assumed no one was home."

"Yeah, you're right. It's only me tonight. My parents both have the night shift at the hospital."

"Cool."

"So, are you going to tell me what happened to you while I clean you up?" I got a rag and ran it under warm water. I got some alcohol, from the medicine cabinet, to wash out the cut. I walked back over to him and set the things down on the counter.

"Oh it's nothing, I'm fine. I actually don't really know why I came here."

"No it's okay, but Harry this isn't nothing. Something obviously happened. I took the rag and poured a little bit of the alcohol in it and dabbed his face. He didn't wince at all which makes me think this happens a lot.

"I just got in a fight. I'm fine, Spencer."

"Harry this looks pretty bad. You're lucky my parents are doctors and they taught me some things." We both smiled at my little joke and the tension in the air disappeared for a few moments.

"If you think this looks bad, I'm glad you didn't see the other guy."

I finished trying to clean him up and his face was now blood free.

"Well thank you Doctor Spencer. Your services are very much appreciated." He took two big steps over to me and got so close I could feel his breath. His hands gripped onto my waist and I couldn't help but lean into him. I breathed in his scent that I have grown to love after this past week. His head dipped down and captured my lips with his. I can't seem to ever get enough of him, his kisses, his scent, his accent. The kiss deepens when he asks for entrance by rubbing his tongue along my bottom lip. Our tongues fought for dominance, but he clearly won and took over. I got a little taste of blood from his split lip, but I barely noticed. I pulled away in desperate need of air. Our foreheads leaned on one another's, his beautiful green eyes starring into my blue ones.

"It's been a week and I already don't know what you're doing to me." His voice was so low and so soft. It was so unlike Harry, it was the first time I heard him talk like that.

"Me too." He dipped his head once again and his lips touched mine with fireworks exploding. Panic flashed over me as I realized something. I quickly pulled away and worry crossed his face.

"Oh my gosh...I'll be right back."

"What? What's wrong?"

I slipped from his grasp on my hips and jogged to the stairs. When I was halfway up the stairs, I yelled back down to him "I'm not wearing any pants! I'll be down in a second!"

I heard him laugh, a real happy laugh, and I smiled at the sound. Wen I got to my room I quickly found my yoga pants and slid them up my legs. I was just now taking in my appearance. I was wearing a baggy t-shirt, yoga pants, my hair was in a messy bun, and I wasn't wearing any makeup.

"You know I think I like you better without pants." I quickly turned around and there stood Harry. He was leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. He had a cheeky grin on his face that just made me smile.

The rest of the night we watched a movie in my bed on the tv. I looked up at Harry and he was soundly asleep with me in his arms. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take over.

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