I walked into the living room filled with people, why did I even come here? My friend had spent all week begging me to come to her stupid end of the semester party. She said it would be epic, but this just seemed like any other party. Loud music, BLARING music, and a lot of spirits being passed around the room… What was so epic?
“Hey there love, I’m glad to see you again.” A deep voice spoke from behind me. I turned around to see a tall guy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
My friend Meghan had tried setting me up with this random. He didn’t interest me, he was shallow and unintelligent. But since Meghan happened to be walking up with some plastic cups for us I decided to entertain her for the time being.
“Hey, I know. Where have you been?” I tried asking it as if I was remotely interested in his answer but as he went on with the conversation I couldn’t help but to tune him out and grab the drink from my friend. As I took a large gulp of the mixed drink I gave him a small smile and politely said I had to go talk to someone. Sad fact was I knew no one at the party, so I had to walk around to find a complete stranger to talk to while I felt his eyes watch where I was going. Through the loud music and all of the dancing I saw an attractive guy standing by the door. He looked stiff and uncomfortable like he didn’t know what to do. His smoky green eyes glaring through the stuffy space landing straight on my imminent encounter, he had a huge grin plastered on his face before I could even get a word out of my mouth.
“Hi, my name is Hayden. Do you know who is throwing this party?” Could I have sounded any more unintelligent? The breath was ripped right out of my lungs as his eyes pierced through my being. He looked stunning, but he looked even more complex. I found myself lost in thought at who he could be and why he was at this lame party. I was caught off guard when I felt his hand fall on my forearm as he pulled me up to the second level of the townhouse out of sight and where there was less noise. I looked at him confused as if I had missed something, which I had. Why did he pull me up here? To be alone with me? I was about to ask what he was doing when his beautiful grin widened to speak.
“I figured you were trying to get away from that guy who couldn’t keep his eyes off your arse the whole time you walked up to me…” He said with a cheeky grin.
“Umm.” I couldn’t get back to my train of thought. What did he ask again? “Yeah, my friend tried to set me up with him.”
He just smiled at me, it confused me at his lack of words. Should I have not said that? Why had I only seen this guy for the small amount of ten minutes and he had left me lost in thought or at a loss for words? I decided to introduce myself again. I shook my head, smiled up at him and introduced myself yet again in hopes to get a name out of him.
“Well, as I said before, I’m Hayden.”
There was a short pause before he rustled up his luscious brown curls out of his eyes and looked down at me with piercing green eyes.
“My name is Harry.” His cheeky grin got even wider, not knowing that was possible, “Would you like to get out of here?“
I was stunned; I didn’t even know his last name. I couldn’t imagine what might follow a few hours at a pub together and the last thing I needed was just a shag. I like being alone. It’s kind of my thing, but everyone feels a man might make me more ‘lively’. Also Meghan always wanted to go on double dates together. But she had been with the same guy for over four years now, and she loves being in a relationship. I’m just not that kind of girl. I decided to try to use Meghan as an excuse.
“This is my friend Meghan’s party. She would kill me if I left.” Technically I wasn’t lying. She wanted me to stay and ‘mingle’.
“Meghan is my best friend’s girl, I’m sure she would be okay.”
He quickly grabbed my wrist and started forcefully making his way towards the door dragging me right behind him. I turned around to see Meaghan staring as he pulled me through the doorway out of our loud surroundings into the cool night. She seemed to have an uneasy look on her face, I don’t know if it was because of who he was or because I don’t really disappear with random guys very often. It had gotten so dark so quick, I just wanted to sit down and drink in the clean air. I came to realize Harry had a much different idea than a leisurely stroll down the streets. He clasped my hand in his as he led me down a few blocks to a lit flat. I could hear the bass all the way from the street. What had he taken me to a second party because Meaghan’s wasn’t crazy enough for him?
The door swung open as a girl in a full leather cocktail dress opened the door. She had caked on make-up, and bright pink and blue eye shadow. Who was she and why did she look so horrid? She might not be so repulsive if she took the make-up off her lightly tanned skin.
“HARRY, WHO IS THIS GIRL? WE ARE NOT A HOMELESS SHELTER. SHE LOOKS LIKE TRASH YOU JUST PEELED OFF THE PAVEMENT.” The woman spat out very loudly into the empty streets. I peered at Harry in complete confusion. Where were we, and who was this crazy woman?
He stared for a while with piercing green eyes and defined eye brows pointed boldly down to his nose. I felt the heat rising but I had no idea what was going on when finally I felt the hand that Harry had grabbed a few blocks away jolt upward pulling me up the steps and past the door of the flat. I smiled at the woman as he pulled me swiftly past her and straight down the hall into an empty room and shut the door.
He let go of my hand and I plopped down in the nearest seat which happened to be a bed. I watched him pacing for a few moments before my thoughts realized where I was. I was in his flat, his room, his bedroom to be exact. I had met him not even forty minutes earlier. How had he thought I was the kind of girl to bring straight to his bedroom, who did he think I was?
“Umm, excuse you. You pull me down to this place, I get harassed by some woman, and then you take me to a bedroom?! Who do you think I am? I am not that kind of girl, Mr. whoever you are.”
I began to get up and stomp out of the room when he grasped my forearm very tightly and pulled me around so that our noses were inches apart. His eyes locked on mine. Taking every last bit of air that remained in my lungs and pushing it out. I couldn’t catch my breath, the way his eyes pierced straight through me, leaving my body breathless as well as speechless.
“Hayden, I’m not trying to sleep with you.” He grinned at me while thinking about that statement. “This is where I live, this is my bedroom, but I brought you here to have you alone in a quiet space. I didn’t realize my cousin was going to have her crazy party going on tonight.”
“That was your cousin? Why did she call me homeless?”
He just looked at me and smiled. I didn’t understand what made me look homeless. I showered today and I was wearing some clean skinny jeans, a loose white V-neck, and converse. What’s so homeless looking about me?
“Look at your shirt, love.”
I looked down and I had dirt all over my shirt. How did that happen? I saw a hand grab at the hem of my shirt. It was tan with long fingers. I could feel the warmth of his hand as he played with the end of my shirt. When his eyes glanced up they looked much softer than in the previous endeavor.
“My closet is right there, help yourself to a clean shirt. I’m going to get us some drinks.”
The cheeky smile reappeared with their deep dimples and then it disappeared as he walked out the door and slammed the door for me to change. I stood there lost for a moment, when I heard knocking on the door. Damn, that was quick. I grabbed the first shirt I saw and scrambled into his attached bathroom. As I shut the bathroom door I heard two voices giggling as the door to the bedroom opened. It sounded like girls. Then I heard a loud slam and I felt the noise through the bathroom door I was currently propped against. The room fell silent, but I could hear footsteps heading towards the bathroom.
“Hello there, Love. I have been waiting for you to get home. Can I please sleep in here with you tonight, I promise I’ll…”
Her voice fell as I opened the door, draped in his shirt. I stared at her as I leaned against the door frame. She looked disappointed and broken. She was a pretty girl, blonde hair with piercing blue eyes and her boobs pushed up to her chin. She looked a lot like me minus the huge push up bra. I grinned and walked over to his bed, lifted the covers, and lay down against the soft mattress. I grabbed a pillow and got comfortable with my arms wrapped around it.
“I’m sorry, who are you?”
“I’m Hayden. Harry just left to get me a drink, he’ll be back soon if you have something to talk to him about.” I looked at her with a smile. I didn’t mean to sound so defensive but it was obvious she wanted Harry and to be honest… I was attracted to him. I don’t even think I want what I’m acting like. I don’t want him, why am I being so on the defense.
“So what’s your name?”
“Laura. I-I should probably leave. I didn’t mean to intrude… Please don’t say anything to him, please.”
“Laura… What are you doing here?” His voice was unmistakable. His beautiful curls being revealed as the blonde turned around. I didn’t even hear him walk in, but he seemed unnerved. I watched as her knees went weak. Wow. Did he always have this kind of effect on girls?
“I’m sorry Harry, I thought you were here alone. I didn’t see anyone come in with you… I was wondering if I could stay the –“
“No, Laura. Go.”
He didn’t have to be so short with her. I watched her whimper out with her head hung low. Defeated. I could tell they had a past together, no matter what that meant, he still should have shown some sort of compassion. It made me wonder what kind of relationship they had in the past, but I pushed that thought out of my head.
“Why were you so mean to her? She seemed really sweet.”
“No, Hayden. She doesn’t understand that I don’t want her.” He said it so emotionless, like he had fought a battle so long that he finally had surrendered and accepted his fate.
I grabbed one of the drinks out of his hand and threw it back. My face clinching at the bitterness of the alcohol, it wasn’t mixed. If I had realized I wouldn’t have taken it all at once. When I opened my eyes he had moved a bit closer and looked worried.
“Don’t drink so much, I would actually fancy a nice talk.”
As I sat the drink down I smiled, I stood up and walked around his room. I found a collection of literature, some pictures thrown around of Harry and his friends, and this picture frame of a woman. She looked broken down in a trashed place but her smile. It was just like his. She looked beautiful even though she looked weak and worn down, there was a beauty behind her. I moved on finding a laptop with a few textbooks open next to it.
“What are you studying?”
“Law, maybe psychology. I’m a man of many interests.”
I turned around and smiled. I don’t know how I feel about this, or better put about him. I can tell there is something sincere about him. Plus, I don’t like getting into relationships. I am very independent and have a lot of goals. If I start talking too much I might actually have feelings for him and that is just something I’m not ready for. I went back to his desk and saw a clock. My eyes darted hoping it was late. It was only a mere ten thirty, but maybe I could get out of this.
“It’s already half past ten… I should probably get going. I have an early start in the morning.”
As soon as the words came past my lips, I felt hands fall on my hips as I was ripped around yet again inches from his face.
“I’m not ready to let you go. If you want, you can crash here tonight and I’ll sleep on the couch. I’d really love to get to know you.”
“I don’t know. Look, I’m not really like Laura or those other girls. I would much rather go home for the night…” The words came out, but very weak. What was he doing to me? I wanted to stay, but why? I actually wanted to talk to him but it wasn’t like me. I looked up to his eyes, he was assessing me, trying to figure out what I was thinking…
“I know you aren’t like them, that’s why I want to get to know you.” He sat down on the bed propping himself up with his elbows and looking at me playfully. I plopped down on the bed next to him and sighed. “I find you intriguing. Most girls I talk to are just interested in a good time, not interested in me.”
“Alright, I’ll stay.” Defeated and confused I just threw myself back on the bed and drew in a big lungful of air. I could feel my stomach tightening when his head fell right next to mine. He turned his head and smiled at me. I really hope he can’t tell how conflicted I am inside. I have never been like this. I gathered my thoughts. All I know is his name is Harry, he lives with his cousin who thinks I’m homeless, and he has girls wandering into his room promising him things if they can sleep with him… “Tell me about yourself if I’m going to stay here.”
“What would you like to know?” The sweet innocence in his voice told me he was being serious and sincere.
“All the basics… How old are you?”
“I’m nineteen, you?”
“Oh.” His body language seemed to change when I reached for his hand. It was a familiar feeling and I fell into his presence. When I looked at him he looked startled like he didn’t know what to do. He looked at my hand enveloped in his and smiled. It was an eased feeling, his hands were so warm and comforting. This boy I hardly know has come to me so easily. I’ve never talked to a guy and felt so comfortable and almost like I’m home. I pull each of my fingers in between his, interlacing them with his long fingers as they wrap up the back of my hand. I’m mesmerized by every inch of him. I look up to find him staring down at me. His dimples were prominent due to his full grin but that fades quickly when we hear yelling coming from outside his bedroom door.
Harry stands up quickly alert of the noise coming from the party, it’s easy for a few lads to get so drunk that they get arguing and it quickly turns into a fight. He uses quick long strides towards the bedroom door not pausing for a second, quickly thrusting the door open to find his cousin and a belligerent man towering over her. She is yelling for him to get off of her but he keeps moving in closer. She makes one more attempt to move away from him while mumbling something under her breath when he reaches his hand up and punches her directly in her face. The impact of it leaving her moaning on the ground with blood trickling out of her nose, I rush over to help her up as I see Harry is already on top of the guy in the drunken state. His punches doing severe damage to the man lying there helplessly, I had no idea of his strength. It was hard to watch him hurting this guy while he laid on the bare floor. It seemed like a movie watching his cousin discover this happening, her screaming for him to stop while he kept hitting. It was like something came over him, he was in for the kill. He wouldn’t stop until finally I leaned down and grabbed the back of his shirt pulling him and telling him to get off.
He nearly killed him, watching him in such a daze was horrific. I don’t even know him that well and I’m going to stay over this stranger’s home after watching him nearly kill another man. I watched as Harry stormed off into his room while his cousin ran to the injured man on the floor covered in blood. I couldn’t understand why she would run to the man who hit her instead of trying to back up her own family.
As I inched into his room I saw the light on in his bathroom, I could hear the water running from the bath. I walked in to see his silhouette in the shower, his chest was chiseled I could see it even in the shadow of his body. I felt my stomach drop as I heard the water cut off, I was frozen in my spot.
“I don’t think you’re ready to see this Hay.” He said from behind the opaque glass fogged from the hot water with a chuckle. I could hear the grin in his voice as he put his hand on the glass to slide it out of the way. I stood tall feeling like I wanted to know what he was made of. After the past dramatic turn of events I was left feeling uninformed and unaware of what this complete stranger was made of. Who was this man that I was trusting with my well-being for the night? How was I to know if I said something off guard that I wouldn’t turn out like that inebriated fool on the floor with blood splattered all around him.
I swiftly turned around as I realized what I was doing was crazy. I wanted him to feel vulnerable like I do now that I have seen what his hands are really capable of, but this was a little bit too far. Plus he seemed a little too cocky to feel vulnerable when naked, he might just be as proud as any other time. I made a break for the door as he asked if I wanted to take a shower before going to bed. I did feel dirty, after realizing the dirt on my shirt was from when I fell down walking to Harry’s flat I really wanted to get fully clean. I had no clean clothes, and I was not about to wear a strangers clothes, especially his.
“What size does your cousin wear? I-I have no clean clothes.” I said clinching my eyes shut so if he were to walk around me I wouldn’t see his naked body. I waited a few seconds to hear no response. When I opened my eyes there were huge bright green eyes just inches from mine, he had been standing directly infront of me watching me with my eyes clinched shut. A large grin spread across his face but he turned around and went to the wardrobe right across the room.
“I have plenty of clean clothes, I’m sure my cousin wouldn’t want to give her clothes to a homeless person do you?”
“I am not wearing your clothes, I need shorts and…” I knew this was pointless. His cousin wouldn’t let me borrow her things. Even if I wasn’t homeless, which I’m not, I am a stranger and that would be crossing the line. I saw Harry reaching into the back of his wardrobe, he kept rummaging through I guess looking for something for me to wear. He pulled out a bag; it looked like it had just come from a store. Did he just keep brand new clothes in the back of his closet in bags? He handed me the bag and it had a few women’s shirts, lounge shorts, and some underwear.
“I am not wearing your one night stand’s underwear. Why do you have this stuff anyways?”
“I always keep a few NEW clothes in my closet for if anyone stays over and doesn’t have fresh clothes to wear. Trust me I bought it with high hopes and I’ve never used them.”
I just looked at him in confusion and curiosity. This guy, I know nothing about, is the craziest, weirdest, and most intense person I have ever met.
“You know I’m not as big of a player you think I am,” He said with a grin. He winked at me and started to chuckle, “People find me a bit intimidating, and all the women who are interested just want a good story to tell their friends.” His face fell and his gaze fell to the floor. He looked almost hurt, like our discussion had brought up some unresolved issues or bad memories from his past.
“Well I hope you didn’t use all the hot water. I hate cold showers.” I tried to change the subject as I turned around and strutted back into his empty bathroom. A little more pleased with myself, finding out that there was some vulnerability underneath that hard exterior. I peeked out once more to see him sitting on his bed, still in the wet towel looking at the picture I had seen previously of the woman with his smile. He looked deep in thought and I decided it was a good idea to go ahead and take a shower. Maybe when I got out he would be in a better mood.
I shut the door quietly and locked it. I felt my whole body relax, now I could relax and have some me time. His shower was elegant and large for a two bedroom flat. I guess his cousin gave him the master bedroom, but I found that a strange idea. I turned the water on and soon I felt a curtain of water on my back. The water was warm, the perfect temperature to take a long relaxing bath. I started to realize all that was in his shower was men’s shampoo and men’s fragrant soap. Great. I’m going to smell like a man when I get out. I started to lather my hair when I heard a knock on the door and Harry’s prominent voice stating that ‘I have to use the restroom!’ I said I was in the middle of shampooing and that I’d be out when I was damn good and ready.
I’ve always been testy. My father hated that about me. I was very sarcastic, and on the regular I was being called a smart ass. I found it funny that after my reply I heard him huff and stomp off, I was sure he was angry. But he was not getting the view that I saw, I am not as flashy about my body as he was. I finished up washing the left over suds out of my hair and turned the shower off. When I slid the shower door open I realized there were no towels in the bathroom and started freaking out.
“Harry, where are your towels? I’m cold!”
“Shit… I don’t have any more clean ones…”
WHAT? Why would he offer me a shower without having a clean towel ready? I stood there wondering what to do, I wasn’t really cold. The warmth of the water had steamed up the bathroom into a warm sauna and I could have stayed in there a while.
“I’m really sorry, I’m so lazy. I forgot. You can use the towel I just used, technically it just took the water off my clean body. It’s not that dirty.”
Ugh, what other choices did I have…? Use the hand towel laying at the vanity or use his freshly used towel. I was about to sleep in his bed, with his brand new bought women’s clothes. Why not just add this to the list of the weirdest things I’ve ever done in one night.
“Okay, just give me the bloody thing. Ugh. You need to do laundry.”
I hid behind the door as I inched my hand around to show I am accepting whatever he will give me. I feel a hand grab my hand and then pull.
My wrist popped and I yelled to give me the damn towel. Once I felt the fluffy fabric of the towel I yanked my arm back into the warm bathroom and started drying myself off. I finally got my hair a little bit drier and then proceeded to put the clothes on that were still in the fresh bag. I picked a lavender V neck and some grey joggers. When I was fully clothed I emerged from the bathroom to a totally different boy than the complex man I left sitting on the bed. He was listening to some music on low and on his laptop typing away like he had a paper due in twenty minutes. He was so focused, the trait I had seen earlier but focusing on the task of beating the life out of someone. He was so intense about everything. I guess he could feel me watching because soon enough he whipped around and stared up at me with those beautiful green eyes.
“Well, don’t I pick out some nice clothes,” He stood up and walked over to me and grabbed a strand of my hair, lifting it to his nose to draw in the scent of his own shampoo, “and some good shampoo. It smells better on you.” He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. I was sucked into his gaze as the words, “You’re beautiful,” came out of his mouth. He thinks I’m beautiful. I started towards the bed and lifted the covers to get in when I noticed Harry was doing the same.
“Not going to happen.”
“But…” His lip was then pushed out to make the cutest pouty face I had ever seen. He would still have to do much better than that if he thought this was about to happen.
“No, the deal was that I slept in here and you slept on the couch. Am I wrong?”
His face dropped, “You’re right…” I watched emotionless as he got out of the bed and walked around to where I was laying. He gently sat down on the bed next to me. “May I please lay next to you and talk for a little while? When you start getting tired I will leave and sleep on the couch. That sound good?”
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