I climbed out of the taxi after paying my part of the fare. My friends returned my wave as I walked up to the front door of my house. They had practically interrogated me about what had happened with Harry. I was still a little shook up by the whole thing.
Once inside my room I peeled off my clothes and threw them in the washing basket. I quickly brushed through my dark hair before wandering over to the chest of drawers. The t shirt was swiftly pulled over my head, hopping over to the bathroom whilst yanking up my pj bottoms. I sleepily turned on the light, getting my toothbrush from the holder and squirting toothpaste onto the bristles. I opened my mouth and started to clean. Pushing my hair off my shoulder I tilted my head to the side. The toothbrush fell from my parted lips and clattered into the sink. I was shocked when I saw the sore red patch of skin, which held hints of purple. I brushed my fingertips over my neck, wincing slightly. He’d marked me. I shuddered at the thought, trying to shake of the feeling of his lips on my skin and how his tongue soothed over the bite. His words “Your mine now” echoed through my mind. I tried to push Harry from my thoughts, quickly going back to cleaning my teeth.
I finished off getting ready for bed before sinking back into the covers. My head rolled to the side and I patted at the duvet until I found the source of the buzzing. I held my phone up in front of my face. The text was from Harry. My heart sped up a little as I forced myself to open the message.
“You know, you should probably close your curtains before stripping off. Thanks for the show, Love. H x”
I jolted up out of bed and over to the window. I peered out, my eyes landing on a large black vehicle on the opposite side of the road. Fear struck through me. Harry was leant against the car, arms folded across his strong chest. Even in the dark I could tell he had an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. He pushed himself from the vehicle, walking round the front and climbing in the driver’s seat the other side. Before I knew it the car had accelerated down the road and out of sight.
“What have I got myself into.”
My Mum called from the kitchen upon hearing me creek down the stairs. Walking down the hall I glanced in the mirror hung on the wall. I had to take a second look as I remembered the horrible bruise marked onto my skin. I quickly covered my neck, pulling my long hair over my shoulder. Once satisfied it was hidden I pushed the kitchen door open.
I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of a mop of dark brown curls, sat up at the counter. This couldn’t be happening. With my Mum’s back to him, Harry was free to trail his green eyes up and down my body. I felt self-conscious, his gaze then falling on my face.
“Oh Bo, this lovely boy was stood outside so I invited him in.”
A grin spread across his face, deep dimples prominent.
“Hey, Harry.” I forced, politely.
“Alright, Bo.” He winked.
“Mum, can I speak to you for a second?” I asked through gritted teeth.
I flashed Harry a pained smile before tugging my mother into the hall. Once I was sure he wouldn’t be able to hear I started to talk.
“Why did you invite him in?” I whispered angrily.
“He said he was a friend of yours, he’s very sweet.” She gushed.
“Mum, he could have been a murderer.” I scolded.
“Of course he’s not, Harry’s adorable.”
I rolled my eyes at my mother. I felt sure he had used this “charm” on her. My fingers rubbed against my temples trying to get my head round the situation. I didn’t know who I was angrier at, Harry for turning up uninvited or my Mum for letting him in.
“I made breakfast. Come on.”
She took my hand and pulled me back to the kitchen where Harry was still sat. He grinned as I walked over to him and sat on the stool next to his. A gasp fell from my lips as Harry’s warm hand ran up my thigh. I smacked it away, only for him to laugh quietly. I had a horrible feeling he enjoyed it when I fought back. My Mum was turned away from us as she concentrated on not burning the mixture in the pan.
“Mmmm.” Harry hummed softly.
He began to lean into me but I placed my hand on his shoulder before he could get too close.
“Why are you here?” I whispered sharply.
“To see you.” He smiled.
My touch withdrew from his warm body. I didn’t like the way his eyes kept contact with mine. There had to be another reason why he had appeared, uninvited. My head dropped down, no longer being able to look at him. I jumped slightly as I felt his hand cup my chin and tilt it up to him again.
“I want to take you out tomorrow night.” He spoke.
I shivered at his words, a statement rather than a question. My eyes widened as my Mum turned round with a smile on her face.
“W-what?” I stuttered.
“Oh, that would be lovely, wouldn’t it, Bo?” She gushed.
Harry dropped his hand from my face to have it rest on my knee under the counter. I was about to object when my mother cut in again.
“She’d love that.”
“Why didn’t you just call me, why come here?” I asked frustrated.
“Because you would have said no.” He whispered quietly.
“What makes you think I won’t say no, now?” I asked harshly.
His eyes flicked over my Mum, who looked a little upset that I hadn’t said yes straight away. I wasn’t really that popular with boys and I could tell how happy she was that Harry had turned up on our doorstep. To her this was a dream come true, having an attractive guy ask her daughter out. For me, this was my worst nightmare. Not only had he given me a horrendous love bite, against my will, but he had also seen me in my underwear, all in the space of a couple of hours. And more to the point he scared the crap out of me. Before I knew what was happening, my Mum and Harry had arranged a time for him to pick me up the next evening. My mouth hung open as Harry smirked at me.
“Well, I’ve got to be off. Thanks for the pancakes Mrs Ellis.”
“Call me Heather.”
He smiled at her before stepping down from the stool. I was frozen as he leaned down and placed a kiss on my cheek.
“Bo, walk him out.” My Mum encouraged me quietly.
I huffed, jumping down with my mother ushering me out after him. The kitchen door swung closed, I was alone in the hallway with Harry. He didn’t waste any time pushing me up against the wall. My eyes squeezed closed in a wince. His body pressed into mine, holding me in place. Both my wrists were trapped in one of his large hands. I saw him smirk as I tried my best to increase the distance between us, but he was too strong. His tall figure towering over me.
“Don’t.” I begged.
Harry ignored my protest, his fingers softly brushing over my cheek. My long hair was pushed away from my shoulder as he stared at the bruise he had inflicted on my skin, his mouth curling up into a smile.
“Looks good on you.” He whispered into my ear.
I flinched as he pressed his lips to the mark on my neck. He was careful not to press too hard. I relaxed a little when he pulled away, hoping that would be the end of the torture and he would leave. But unfortunately that didn’t happen. Harry remained close, his curly hair tickling my cheek as he planted another kiss to the spot where my jaw met my neck.
“You smell good.” He breathily spoke.
He painfully, pinned my wrists to the wall before slowly grinding his hips into mine. I whimpered at the rough contact as Harry let out a throaty groan. My head fell forward onto his shoulder, I felt like my legs would give way any second. His chest rose and fell quickly as his breathing increased.
Before I knew it, Harry had released me. I turned my head to see him at the door.
“See you tomorrow night, Bo.”
He winked at me and then he was gone. My head was spinning as I slumped down the wall to sit on the floor.