Danger
Chapter Five
It all seemed to happen in slow motion, but at the same time, it was like a whirlwind as Harry pulled the guy off Georgia, and then punched him square in the jaw. Harry attacked the guy with rough punches and kick, his eyes alight with anger, his movements quick. The boy, who’d dangerously towered of Georgia just moments ago, was now crouching on the ground helplessly, trying to shield himself from Harry’s assault, but in vain. He’d tried to fight back at first, but next to Harry, he didn’t stand a chance.
“Harry,” Georgia spoke, but her voice was shaky and soft, not audible to her own ears. She cleared her throat and reached out for Harry. “Harry, stop.” Her voice was louder this time, more clear.
“Fucking dick!” Harry snarled. “If you’re self centered and horny, just stick to masturbation!”
“Harry you’ll kill him,” Georgia mumbled fearfully, as she watched the guy wretch and bleed.
“Harry, please.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry seemed to hear her. He let go of the guy and stepped back, his breathing hard and ragged. The guy barely managed to make a run for it, limping and trying to run fast though Georgia was sure his bones were broken.
Harry turned to Georgia. “You okay?” he panted. “He didn’t…you know…”
“No,” she said softly, unable to meet his eyes. “You came right on time.”
“Yeah, well, what if I hadn’t?” he asked her angrily. “Are you stupid? Running off like that in the middle of the night—”
“You were pissing me off!” Georgia shot back, looking up at him. She couldn’t believe that he’d flirted with her, made her angry, saved her from almost getting raped, and now he was behaving like it was her fault. “I wanted to get away from you.”
“You’re so dumb,” Harry shook his head. “He was going to rape you, you know that, right?”
“I figured,” she roared.
“Jesus,” he said. “I just saved your life, and you’re yelling at me?”
“You’re yelling at me!” she screamed angrily, feeling hot moisture, the result of her anger,
pooling around the corners of her eyes. “You’re calling me stupid, and you expect me to—to—” she broke off, choking on her own voice. The combination of what had just happened, the lingering stink and feel of the boy on her, how close he’d come to her and taking her in a way she’d never been taken before, taking her without her consent, and Harry yelling at her and calling her stupid for running off into the night was too much to bear. She felt the tears leak from her eyes and fall down her cheeks.
Harry sighed, but he still looked slightly mad. “God, you’re crying,” he mumbled. “Okay, look, don’t cry, okay?”
“Yeah, you’re going to tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” she mumbled sarcastically, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.
Harry struggled to bite back a rude response. “Let’s just get back to the party.” He told her.
“No,” Georgia shook her head. “I don’t want to go back. I want to go home.”
“You’re kidding.” Harry snorted.
“No, I’m not!” she snapped at him. “You go back, if you want to. No one asked you to come anyway.”
“You’re thankless, you know that, right?” he rolled his eyes. “Where are you gonna go?”
“Home.”
“All alone?”
“Yes.”
Harry stared at her incredulously. “You wanna travel alone this late in the night after what just happened?”
“I don’t have a choice.” She said. “I’m not gonna go back in there and tell Mel, and I’m in no mood to party anymore.”
Harry remained quiet for a few moments, seeming to struggle with himself before arriving to a decision. “I’ll drop you home,” he said after a while, sounding absolutely uncertain.
“No, thanks.” She told him rudely. “Leave me alone.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Harry said irately. “There’s about an eighty five percent chance that some psycho will attack you again if you march off into the night like this. Besides, your house is too far away, you gonna walk all the way or what?”
Georgia didn’t reply, thinking instead. Heart in heart, she knew Harry had a valid point. Besides, her fear still lingered, and she didn’t want to be alone in the night; at least not tonight. She just wanted to go home. She was already shivering from the cold, and the more she thought about Harry’s warm car, the more she felt her resolve waning. He had, after all, saved her. God knows what would be happening if he hadn’t.
Harry could see that she was almost convinced to go with him. He wanted to go back to the party, but he knew he shouldn’t leave her on her own. Besides, he’d just drop her and come back. How long would that take?
“Fine,” she mumbled. “But only if you promise not to talk to me at all.”
Harry chuckled darkly, shrugging his jacket off and draping it over her trembling shoulders. She looked at him, surprised by the seemingly gentle gesture. She inhaled, the sweet scent of him invading her nostrils, so different from his alcohol tinged breath. The jacket was warm and heavy on her, large in a sort of comforting way. She hugged her now clothed arms around her.
“I can’t promise anything.” He said, and though it was quite dark, she was aware of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
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They sat in the car in silence, Harry’s fingers drumming gently against the steering wheel as Georgia stared out of the window, deep in thought. She was still shivering, not from the cold, but from the events in the alley. She felt dirty where the guy had touched her, her stomach flipping uncomfortably as she recalled every excruciating detail. She remembered the way Harry’s eyes shone with anger and the quick, hard movements of his body as he beat the guy to near death. He looked scary, even to her.
She was thankful to him. He’d saved her. It was because of him that she was safe, sitting in a warm car, on her way back home instead of lying on the cold ground, half dead and absolutely violated. He was a jerk—that much was certain. But he’d saved her life and now he had offered to drop her home, knowing that she wouldn’t want to be left alone.
“Thank you,” she mumbled softly, breaking the silence that hung around them.
Harry looked over at her. “Thought we weren’t talking.”
“No,” she said. “I said you didn’t get to talk to me. I can say whatever I want.”
“That’s unfair,” Harry smirked.
Georgia rolled her eyes slightly, and looked away.
“You’re welcome,” his soft reply came seconds later. “You’re okay, though right? He didn’t—?”
“No, I told you, you came on time.”
Harry nodded, looking ahead at the road.
“Why’d you follow me outside?” she asked him after a few more minutes of silence.
“Hmm?”
“When I got angry with you and ran out of the club,” she said, “why did you follow me?”
Harry frowned and pursed his lips, looking as though he didn’t want to answer. “You said you were gonna tell Mel.” He told her finally. “I just—I was going to try to convince you not to.”
“What you did was wrong, you know that, right?”
Harry glared at her. “Of course I do,” he said vehemently. “I apologized to you, didn’t I?”
“Do you love Melissa?” Georgia asked him, the question slipping past her lips without her permission.
Harry frowned again. “I…” he looked annoyed. “Why are you asking me that?”
“You feel guilty right?” she asked him. “Because you kissed me, but you’re in love with her?”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but seemed at a loss of words. Georgia wondered that if he really did love her, shouldn’t his response be quick and effortless?
“That’s none of your business,” he resorted to snapping at her finally. “I just…I’m sorry I kissed you, and I want to thank you for not telling Melissa. That’s all there is to this. It was a drunken mistake.”
Georgia bit her lip and looked away, resorting to stare out of the window again.
“Are you going to tell her?” Harry asked her after a bit.
“No,” Georgia replied truthfully. “She’s trying to make things work between you two. I don’t want to ruin it for her.”
Harry nodded. “Thank you.”
Georgia hummed in reply. She leaned back against the seat, feeling absolutely drained of energy. Her eyes were beginning to fall shut, and she struggled to keep the open. Her throat ached and burned due to her cries for help, and all the yelling she’d done at Harry. Her body ached, particularly her head, where it had been slammed against the wall.
“You tired?” Harry asked her.
“Mm,” she managed.
“We’ll be there in another fifteen minutes,” he assured her, his voice gentle.
And it was fifteen minutes later that Georgia was woken by someone shaking her shoulder softly, murmuring in her ear. Her eyes snapped open and she jolted awake, blinking alertly.
“We’ve reached,” Harry told her.
Georgia looked out of the window, blinking furiously to adjust to the bright lights outside Mel’s house. She looked at Harry. “I fell asleep?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, and then grinned slightly. “You drooled and snored and everything.”
Georgia’s eyes widened. “I did not,” she mumbled, horrified as heat creeped up her cheeks.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, you did,” he promised her. “On my jacket, that too. I liked that one.”
The mention of his jacket reminded her that she was still wearing it. It was with great reluctance that she took it off her, missing the contact of the warm material and the sweet smell already. She handed it to him. “Here you go,” she mumbled. “Thank you, Harry.”
Harry nodded at her. “Of course,” he said. “Now go on. Get some sleep.”
She stepped out of the car and shut the door behind her. The cool wind hit her bare skin and she shivered, but still turned to wave Harry goodbye. He nodded in return once again, and then he was gone.
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*two days later*
Georgia pushed open the door of the house, feeling surprisingly happy from within. Maybe it was the long walk she took in the park that had lightened her mood, or maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the book she’d read, or maybe it was the tiny boy who’d run up to her and shyly told her she was pretty. Whatever it was, it had left Georgia feeling in a considerably good mood.
Her stomach was rumbling; she was quite hungry. She walked into the living room, planning to head straight for the kitchen.
Her stomach lurched when she saw two figures sprawled on the couch before her, arms and legs wrapped so tightly around each other that she couldn’t make out whose hands were whose. Melissa was lying below Harry, her arms wrapped around him as they kissed hungrily, wet kissing noises leaving their mouths.
Before either of them could notice her presence (but they were so wrapped in each other that it seemed unlikely), Georgia hurried off to the kitchen.
As she gulped down some water, she closed her eyes and tried to shake away the disgusting images of Harry and Melissa making out like there was no tomorrow. She didn’t think she’d be able to sit on that couch without cringing again.
Seeing Mel and Harry this way made her recall her conversation with Melissa at the park. She
remembered how surprised her cousin had been when Georgia had admitted that she lacked any physical experience with her boyfriend. Melissa had stared at her like she’d just dropped from the moon. A wave of embarrassment washed over Georgia, and she suddenly felt stupid for being so inexperienced. She wished she’d done more things with Lucas, she wished she wasn’t such a…prude.
Sometimes Georgia wished she wasn’t herself. She wished she was not so shy, not so simple. She wished she could dress in the tiny clothes she saw other girls in without having to worry about her fat thighs or the outline of her chubby tummy through tight t-shirts. She wished she could stand up for herself, she wished she wasn’t such a pushover. She wished she was stronger, she wished she didn’t cry so easily.
Her good mood was now close to evaporating absolutely. Seeing Mel and Harry together made her miss Lucas, and ultimately, it made her miss her parents.
But what was the point in dwelling over things that were beyond her reach? She shook her head and decided to busy herself in making a sandwich and some cocoa, and then she’d go up and watch some TV.
Georgia rummaged through the cabinets, fishing out the ingredients. She paused when she heard footsteps approaching her. She turned just in time to see Harry walking into the kitchen, attempting to straighten his crumpled shirt. He looked up and saw her, and stopped.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her, frowning.
“I live here,” Georgia reminded him, and then turned around to resume her work.
Harry smirked. “I was just asking,” he held his hands up, as if in surrender. He walked up to the fridge next to her and fished out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and tilted his head up, letting the water fall into his open mouth. Georgia found herself staring, and then quickly looked away. But of course, Harry noticed.
He smirked again, lowering the bottle and setting it on the slab. Georgia pointedly focused on her sandwich, the colour of her cheeks rising steadily.
“Never seen anyone drink water before?” Harry teased her, leaning against the counter and folding his arms, looking down at her.
Georgia didn’t reply, swearing at him under her breath instead. Harry laughed at her. He was always laughing at her, and she hated him for that.
She reached for the mayo resting on the top shelf, stretching on her toes, her arm flailing as she attempted to grasp the jar. Her fingers missed it by inches, and she dropped back down on her heels with a huff. She was blushing even more now, well aware of Harry watching her with an amused smirk. She tried to reach up and grab the jar again, but in vain.
With a roll of his eyes, Harry reached forward. Georgia still suddenly when she felt his front press against her back as his arm reached up effortlessly and he grabbed the jar for her. He didn’t even have to stretch on his toes. He brought it down and Georgia turned, trapped between the counter and Harry’s body, looking up at him, wide eyed. She could feel their stomachs pressed together, separated by the fabrics of their shirts. The ever present mischievous glint in his beautiful green eyes was there as he looked down at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. Georgia ought to grab the jar and shove him away, but his eyes held her locked in place. Harry smelled good, like he always did.
“Well,” Harry broke the silence that had fallen over them, his deep, low voice thick with his accent and ringing in her ears, “are you gonna take the jar or what?”
Georgia was suddenly broken out of her trance and she quickly took the jar from him. Harry
stepped away from her, his grin wide and stupid and annoying. He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled at her.
“Harry?” Mel’s voice rang through the air and she hurried into the kitchen. “What’s taking you—Georgia?”
Mel looked over Harry’s shoulder at her cousin, frowning in confusion. “When did you get back?”
“A while back,” Georgia said, after clearing her throat.
“Hmm, I didn’t see you come in,” Mel said thoughtfully.
That’s because you both were too busy exchanging saliva and God knows doing what on the couch.
“Yeah, I—well—”
“Well, Harry and I are going over to his for a bit,” Melissa said. “Wanna come along?”
Georgia shook her head. “No, I’m okay.” She declined quickly. The last thing she wanted was to third wheel, sitting in one corner, bored out of her mind while Harry and Melissa made out and pretended like she didn’t exist. The repulsive image of them kissing floated in her mind and
Georgia cringed internally. “You guys have fun.”
Melissa shrugged. “Okay, then.” She turned to Harry, smiling up at him. “Wanna come up to my
room, mister?”
Harry grinned down at her and let Mel lead him out of the kitchen, turning his head and smirking at Georgia one last time before walking out.
“Harry,” Georgia spoke, but her voice was shaky and soft, not audible to her own ears. She cleared her throat and reached out for Harry. “Harry, stop.” Her voice was louder this time, more clear.
“Fucking dick!” Harry snarled. “If you’re self centered and horny, just stick to masturbation!”
“Harry you’ll kill him,” Georgia mumbled fearfully, as she watched the guy wretch and bleed.
“Harry, please.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry seemed to hear her. He let go of the guy and stepped back, his breathing hard and ragged. The guy barely managed to make a run for it, limping and trying to run fast though Georgia was sure his bones were broken.
Harry turned to Georgia. “You okay?” he panted. “He didn’t…you know…”
“No,” she said softly, unable to meet his eyes. “You came right on time.”
“Yeah, well, what if I hadn’t?” he asked her angrily. “Are you stupid? Running off like that in the middle of the night—”
“You were pissing me off!” Georgia shot back, looking up at him. She couldn’t believe that he’d flirted with her, made her angry, saved her from almost getting raped, and now he was behaving like it was her fault. “I wanted to get away from you.”
“You’re so dumb,” Harry shook his head. “He was going to rape you, you know that, right?”
“I figured,” she roared.
“Jesus,” he said. “I just saved your life, and you’re yelling at me?”
“You’re yelling at me!” she screamed angrily, feeling hot moisture, the result of her anger,
pooling around the corners of her eyes. “You’re calling me stupid, and you expect me to—to—” she broke off, choking on her own voice. The combination of what had just happened, the lingering stink and feel of the boy on her, how close he’d come to her and taking her in a way she’d never been taken before, taking her without her consent, and Harry yelling at her and calling her stupid for running off into the night was too much to bear. She felt the tears leak from her eyes and fall down her cheeks.
Harry sighed, but he still looked slightly mad. “God, you’re crying,” he mumbled. “Okay, look, don’t cry, okay?”
“Yeah, you’re going to tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” she mumbled sarcastically, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.
Harry struggled to bite back a rude response. “Let’s just get back to the party.” He told her.
“No,” Georgia shook her head. “I don’t want to go back. I want to go home.”
“You’re kidding.” Harry snorted.
“No, I’m not!” she snapped at him. “You go back, if you want to. No one asked you to come anyway.”
“You’re thankless, you know that, right?” he rolled his eyes. “Where are you gonna go?”
“Home.”
“All alone?”
“Yes.”
Harry stared at her incredulously. “You wanna travel alone this late in the night after what just happened?”
“I don’t have a choice.” She said. “I’m not gonna go back in there and tell Mel, and I’m in no mood to party anymore.”
Harry remained quiet for a few moments, seeming to struggle with himself before arriving to a decision. “I’ll drop you home,” he said after a while, sounding absolutely uncertain.
“No, thanks.” She told him rudely. “Leave me alone.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Harry said irately. “There’s about an eighty five percent chance that some psycho will attack you again if you march off into the night like this. Besides, your house is too far away, you gonna walk all the way or what?”
Georgia didn’t reply, thinking instead. Heart in heart, she knew Harry had a valid point. Besides, her fear still lingered, and she didn’t want to be alone in the night; at least not tonight. She just wanted to go home. She was already shivering from the cold, and the more she thought about Harry’s warm car, the more she felt her resolve waning. He had, after all, saved her. God knows what would be happening if he hadn’t.
Harry could see that she was almost convinced to go with him. He wanted to go back to the party, but he knew he shouldn’t leave her on her own. Besides, he’d just drop her and come back. How long would that take?
“Fine,” she mumbled. “But only if you promise not to talk to me at all.”
Harry chuckled darkly, shrugging his jacket off and draping it over her trembling shoulders. She looked at him, surprised by the seemingly gentle gesture. She inhaled, the sweet scent of him invading her nostrils, so different from his alcohol tinged breath. The jacket was warm and heavy on her, large in a sort of comforting way. She hugged her now clothed arms around her.
“I can’t promise anything.” He said, and though it was quite dark, she was aware of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
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They sat in the car in silence, Harry’s fingers drumming gently against the steering wheel as Georgia stared out of the window, deep in thought. She was still shivering, not from the cold, but from the events in the alley. She felt dirty where the guy had touched her, her stomach flipping uncomfortably as she recalled every excruciating detail. She remembered the way Harry’s eyes shone with anger and the quick, hard movements of his body as he beat the guy to near death. He looked scary, even to her.
She was thankful to him. He’d saved her. It was because of him that she was safe, sitting in a warm car, on her way back home instead of lying on the cold ground, half dead and absolutely violated. He was a jerk—that much was certain. But he’d saved her life and now he had offered to drop her home, knowing that she wouldn’t want to be left alone.
“Thank you,” she mumbled softly, breaking the silence that hung around them.
Harry looked over at her. “Thought we weren’t talking.”
“No,” she said. “I said you didn’t get to talk to me. I can say whatever I want.”
“That’s unfair,” Harry smirked.
Georgia rolled her eyes slightly, and looked away.
“You’re welcome,” his soft reply came seconds later. “You’re okay, though right? He didn’t—?”
“No, I told you, you came on time.”
Harry nodded, looking ahead at the road.
“Why’d you follow me outside?” she asked him after a few more minutes of silence.
“Hmm?”
“When I got angry with you and ran out of the club,” she said, “why did you follow me?”
Harry frowned and pursed his lips, looking as though he didn’t want to answer. “You said you were gonna tell Mel.” He told her finally. “I just—I was going to try to convince you not to.”
“What you did was wrong, you know that, right?”
Harry glared at her. “Of course I do,” he said vehemently. “I apologized to you, didn’t I?”
“Do you love Melissa?” Georgia asked him, the question slipping past her lips without her permission.
Harry frowned again. “I…” he looked annoyed. “Why are you asking me that?”
“You feel guilty right?” she asked him. “Because you kissed me, but you’re in love with her?”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but seemed at a loss of words. Georgia wondered that if he really did love her, shouldn’t his response be quick and effortless?
“That’s none of your business,” he resorted to snapping at her finally. “I just…I’m sorry I kissed you, and I want to thank you for not telling Melissa. That’s all there is to this. It was a drunken mistake.”
Georgia bit her lip and looked away, resorting to stare out of the window again.
“Are you going to tell her?” Harry asked her after a bit.
“No,” Georgia replied truthfully. “She’s trying to make things work between you two. I don’t want to ruin it for her.”
Harry nodded. “Thank you.”
Georgia hummed in reply. She leaned back against the seat, feeling absolutely drained of energy. Her eyes were beginning to fall shut, and she struggled to keep the open. Her throat ached and burned due to her cries for help, and all the yelling she’d done at Harry. Her body ached, particularly her head, where it had been slammed against the wall.
“You tired?” Harry asked her.
“Mm,” she managed.
“We’ll be there in another fifteen minutes,” he assured her, his voice gentle.
And it was fifteen minutes later that Georgia was woken by someone shaking her shoulder softly, murmuring in her ear. Her eyes snapped open and she jolted awake, blinking alertly.
“We’ve reached,” Harry told her.
Georgia looked out of the window, blinking furiously to adjust to the bright lights outside Mel’s house. She looked at Harry. “I fell asleep?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, and then grinned slightly. “You drooled and snored and everything.”
Georgia’s eyes widened. “I did not,” she mumbled, horrified as heat creeped up her cheeks.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, you did,” he promised her. “On my jacket, that too. I liked that one.”
The mention of his jacket reminded her that she was still wearing it. It was with great reluctance that she took it off her, missing the contact of the warm material and the sweet smell already. She handed it to him. “Here you go,” she mumbled. “Thank you, Harry.”
Harry nodded at her. “Of course,” he said. “Now go on. Get some sleep.”
She stepped out of the car and shut the door behind her. The cool wind hit her bare skin and she shivered, but still turned to wave Harry goodbye. He nodded in return once again, and then he was gone.
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*two days later*
Georgia pushed open the door of the house, feeling surprisingly happy from within. Maybe it was the long walk she took in the park that had lightened her mood, or maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the book she’d read, or maybe it was the tiny boy who’d run up to her and shyly told her she was pretty. Whatever it was, it had left Georgia feeling in a considerably good mood.
Her stomach was rumbling; she was quite hungry. She walked into the living room, planning to head straight for the kitchen.
Her stomach lurched when she saw two figures sprawled on the couch before her, arms and legs wrapped so tightly around each other that she couldn’t make out whose hands were whose. Melissa was lying below Harry, her arms wrapped around him as they kissed hungrily, wet kissing noises leaving their mouths.
Before either of them could notice her presence (but they were so wrapped in each other that it seemed unlikely), Georgia hurried off to the kitchen.
As she gulped down some water, she closed her eyes and tried to shake away the disgusting images of Harry and Melissa making out like there was no tomorrow. She didn’t think she’d be able to sit on that couch without cringing again.
Seeing Mel and Harry this way made her recall her conversation with Melissa at the park. She
remembered how surprised her cousin had been when Georgia had admitted that she lacked any physical experience with her boyfriend. Melissa had stared at her like she’d just dropped from the moon. A wave of embarrassment washed over Georgia, and she suddenly felt stupid for being so inexperienced. She wished she’d done more things with Lucas, she wished she wasn’t such a…prude.
Sometimes Georgia wished she wasn’t herself. She wished she was not so shy, not so simple. She wished she could dress in the tiny clothes she saw other girls in without having to worry about her fat thighs or the outline of her chubby tummy through tight t-shirts. She wished she could stand up for herself, she wished she wasn’t such a pushover. She wished she was stronger, she wished she didn’t cry so easily.
Her good mood was now close to evaporating absolutely. Seeing Mel and Harry together made her miss Lucas, and ultimately, it made her miss her parents.
But what was the point in dwelling over things that were beyond her reach? She shook her head and decided to busy herself in making a sandwich and some cocoa, and then she’d go up and watch some TV.
Georgia rummaged through the cabinets, fishing out the ingredients. She paused when she heard footsteps approaching her. She turned just in time to see Harry walking into the kitchen, attempting to straighten his crumpled shirt. He looked up and saw her, and stopped.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her, frowning.
“I live here,” Georgia reminded him, and then turned around to resume her work.
Harry smirked. “I was just asking,” he held his hands up, as if in surrender. He walked up to the fridge next to her and fished out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and tilted his head up, letting the water fall into his open mouth. Georgia found herself staring, and then quickly looked away. But of course, Harry noticed.
He smirked again, lowering the bottle and setting it on the slab. Georgia pointedly focused on her sandwich, the colour of her cheeks rising steadily.
“Never seen anyone drink water before?” Harry teased her, leaning against the counter and folding his arms, looking down at her.
Georgia didn’t reply, swearing at him under her breath instead. Harry laughed at her. He was always laughing at her, and she hated him for that.
She reached for the mayo resting on the top shelf, stretching on her toes, her arm flailing as she attempted to grasp the jar. Her fingers missed it by inches, and she dropped back down on her heels with a huff. She was blushing even more now, well aware of Harry watching her with an amused smirk. She tried to reach up and grab the jar again, but in vain.
With a roll of his eyes, Harry reached forward. Georgia still suddenly when she felt his front press against her back as his arm reached up effortlessly and he grabbed the jar for her. He didn’t even have to stretch on his toes. He brought it down and Georgia turned, trapped between the counter and Harry’s body, looking up at him, wide eyed. She could feel their stomachs pressed together, separated by the fabrics of their shirts. The ever present mischievous glint in his beautiful green eyes was there as he looked down at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. Georgia ought to grab the jar and shove him away, but his eyes held her locked in place. Harry smelled good, like he always did.
“Well,” Harry broke the silence that had fallen over them, his deep, low voice thick with his accent and ringing in her ears, “are you gonna take the jar or what?”
Georgia was suddenly broken out of her trance and she quickly took the jar from him. Harry
stepped away from her, his grin wide and stupid and annoying. He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled at her.
“Harry?” Mel’s voice rang through the air and she hurried into the kitchen. “What’s taking you—Georgia?”
Mel looked over Harry’s shoulder at her cousin, frowning in confusion. “When did you get back?”
“A while back,” Georgia said, after clearing her throat.
“Hmm, I didn’t see you come in,” Mel said thoughtfully.
That’s because you both were too busy exchanging saliva and God knows doing what on the couch.
“Yeah, I—well—”
“Well, Harry and I are going over to his for a bit,” Melissa said. “Wanna come along?”
Georgia shook her head. “No, I’m okay.” She declined quickly. The last thing she wanted was to third wheel, sitting in one corner, bored out of her mind while Harry and Melissa made out and pretended like she didn’t exist. The repulsive image of them kissing floated in her mind and
Georgia cringed internally. “You guys have fun.”
Melissa shrugged. “Okay, then.” She turned to Harry, smiling up at him. “Wanna come up to my
room, mister?”
Harry grinned down at her and let Mel lead him out of the kitchen, turning his head and smirking at Georgia one last time before walking out.
a year
2/8/15