Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


5. CH. 5

I watched as Harry disappeared some where in the city. I shivered at the cool breeze and decided to head home.

It seemed as if I got to my apartment faster then when I got to the park. I plopped on the couch and sat there for a minute, dozing off in space, before turning on the T.V.

"What's playing on ABC Family?" I asked myself, hoping they were playing a good movie. Sixteen Candles seemed to be playing. "Yes!" I said. I love 80's movies. I do, I just do.

Don't judge.

My tummy grumbled. I remembered that Angie ate my sandwich. I got up and went to the kitchen to make the same sandwich as I did before I left the apartment.

"And, done!" I finished cutting of the crust. I picked up the plate and walked to the living room. I looked to the T.V. and saw it was a commercial. I looked towards the door and saw it cracked. I paused, in confusion and fear. I put my plate on the coffee table and went over to the door. I looked out, both way before closing the door. I turned around to go back to the couch, but hesitantly. I was very cautious incase someone had came in, or if I forgot to completely close the door.

I stretched my legs out on the couch and ate my sandwich. The movie finally came back on when I had finished eating, but by then I was tired. So, I cleaned up my mess, turned off the T.V., and headed to my bedroom. I flicked on the switch and saw a body on my bed. I jumped, but calmed down once I recognized the person. "Jesus, Harry! You gave me a heart attack!" I yelled at him.

"You should really start locking your door." He said, intertwining his hands and resting them on his torso. "I do lock my door." I argued. "Obviously." He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "Why are you even here?" I asked. "What? Cant come visit a friend?" He stood from the bed. "I'm not your friend." I said, coldly.

He smirked, and stretched. His arms high in the air, stomach stretched forwards. I stood near the bedroom door with my arms crossed. "You should leave." I said. He put his arms down and walked over near me. He was too close for liking, bodies almost touching.

"Why is that?" He asked. Since he was much taller than I, I looked up to see his face.

Even though I hate to admit it, I still found him beautiful. His eyes the most amazing color green, lips a perfect shade of pink. The hair, soft hair.

"Well?" He asked. A smirk appeared on his lips once again. "Because, this is my apartment. Not yours." I said. "Oh, possessive much?" He asked.

"You would know." I mumbled. "What was that, dear?" He asked, mood slightly changing for the worst. "Nothing." I said in annoyance. My arms were still crossed and I felt so uncomfortable with him standing so close to me. I sighed. He leaned on one hand that was up against the door, close to my head.

"Don't forget who you belong to." He whispered aggressively into my ear. I looked at his eyes. They were dark.

He stood completely, moving his arm for the door. Though, I was still leaning up against it.

"We will finish what we started." He said, before leaving my apartment and walking to his own.




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