For weeks I have avoided Harry since the night I questioned him about his sister. What was it about the topic that made him so tense? I hesitated to confront him about it for I feared he'd get mad at me again. Maybe I should confront the others, but I was unsure if Harry had talked to them about his sister, let alone himself.
What gave Harry his harsh exterior? Why was he soft one second and rigid the next? The contradiction confused me. I might as well leave it as it is. One morning, I walked into work and Mr. Jensen called me into his office. I entered the office and he told me to close the door.
"What is it you wanted to discuss with me?" I asked as I continued to stand because I was unsure on whether or not he wanted me to sit. "I was hoping if you're available for lunch." It would be rude of me to decline the offer, so I accepted. "You're very good at what you do." He said before I left the office.
"I'm just a fast learner." I smiled and left the room. I could regret saying those words, but nothing could stray me away from my own thoughts about Harry. "What did Mr. Jensen ask you to do this time?" Perrie asked me as soon as I sat at my desk. "He asked me to lunch." I replied.
"Whatever you do, don't let him go to your apartment." she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It doesn't end well, and just for future references."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." I told her and continued on with my work. Lunch came and Mr. Jensen drove out to a local restaurant. "Lovely place, isn't it?" he asked.
I nodded and he smiled, "But not as lovely as you." The statement made me blush as we were seated at a table. "Mr. Jensen-"
"Please, call me Ethan." He interrupted.
"Ethan." I corrected myself and began my statement again. "Thanks for the wonderful lunch."
"Any time for a beautiful woman." His eyes were playful as if he wanted something from me. After lunch, he took me back to the company building and from there, we parted ways. After work, I got a ride from Harry. "Where were you at lunch?" I didn't think he'd notice that I was gone.
"Protective all of a sudden Harry?" I questioned.
"Just stay away from him."
"Why?" Harry didn't answer me and so I made it my mission to see Ethan as frequently as possible if being with him made Harry jealous. Why would he be jealous in the first place? He didn't like me, nor did I like him that way. Or did I?
Three weeks I kept up with this facade until finally, Harry cracked. "Stop seeing him Camille. He's not good for you." He said as soon as we got into his car. Not good for me? Why? "He's much nicer than you." I spat.
"You'll regret being with him Camille. I'm-" He stopped himself from going on further and angrily focused his attention on the highway. "You're what Harry?" I demanded. "Jealous?"
"I'm not jealous, not of him. I'm just warning you. Stay. Away." Harry parked his car in the lot in front of the apartment building. Angrily, I got out of the car and entered the main lobby. I pressed the button on the elevator but Harry was quick to catch up to me. "Why should I? Why should I stay away from him when I should stay away from you?"
"You just… you're so stubborn." He said and I pressed the button to my floor. I wanted to counteract his argument, but I just couldn't find the nerve to say anything. Instead, I ignored him. The elevator doors opened on my floor and I walked down the hallway to my apartment.
It didn't surprise me that he stayed behind in the elevator. I guess I must've gotten him off my back. That weekend, Ethan was at my apartment. Perrie's words were stuck in my mind and so were Harry's. I ignored their warning and asked Ethan if he wanted a drink.
"No, nothing for me. I just want you and only you." He said, then began to kiss my lips. Happily, I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around me. Everything soon happened in a blur. Ethan had me pinned to the bed, roughly taking my clothes off.
He had taken off his pants quickly as my panties were ripped off my body. Was this the warning that Perrie told me about? Was this the reason why Harry wanted me to stay away from him? Ethan slid his hard member deep into me and slammed his hips against mine, hard.
I let out a cry, but a hand was cupped over my mouth so my cries wouldn't be heard. Everything hurt as the tears poured down the sides of my face. I closed my eyes, hoping everything would stop. But it didn't. After he was finished, he left me there. Naked.
I couldn't move after that, even when I heard the door to my apartment slam behind him. I curled up and just cried. I didn't know what to do or how to react. I quickly put on some clothing and walked out to the elevator. I pressed the button to the twelfth floor.
I walked down the hallway and quickly walked down the hallway. 1213… 1214… I stopped in front of Harry's room. 1215. The tears that were once wiped away had now fallen again as I reached up to knock on his door. My hair was a mess, but I didn't care.
I waited outside for five minutes before deciding to walk back down the hallway, and then the door opened. "Cam, what are you doing here?" I didn't take one moment to yell at him for calling me 'Cam'. I wasn't in any position to argue. I saw the worried look on his face as he pulled me in.
His arms wrapped around me as he gently rubbed my back and I let out all the tears that were built up inside me. After I was finished crying, he led me into his apartment and closed the door. "I'll make you some tea." He said, then quickly walked into the kitchen.
I sat down on the couch and saw two frames on the coffee table. A woman and a girl who wasn't much older than Harry himself. Harry came back with two mugs and set one in front of me. "Careful, it's still hot." He said the minute I took the mug. I took a sip and let the warm liquid travel down my throat.
I hadn't realized that I was so cold until now. "What happened?" He asked. What surprised me was how concerned he was about my well-being. I couldn't understand why he was the way he is. I told him everything that had happened, but no tears had fallen. I had cried so much that there weren't any left.
He didn't say 'I told you so' or anything else of the sort. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I set the mug on the coffee table and began to lean into him. He wrapped his arm around me tighter and we just stayed like that. No one talking. No one moving. Only the sound of our breathing sounded throughout the apartment.
"I should be going home." I told him, then pulled away as I looked at him. He nodded as we both stood from the couch and exited his apartment. We walked down the hallway and stepped into the elevator together. I pressed the button to my floor.
As soon as it reached my floor, we stepped out and walked down to my apartment. I entered my apartment and thanked him for the company. He shrugged, "No problem." He began to walk down the hallway when I called out to him. He turned and faced me. I wasn't sure if I was going to regret asking him, but I did anyway.
"Can you stay with me, just this one night?" I asked. Without any hesitation, he agreed and we entered my apartment. I closed the door after entering. I gave him a pillow and a blanket for him to use. I entered my room and got in bed, but I couldn't sleep that night.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. I heard the door open and saw Harry poke his head in. "You can't sleep?" he asked. I shook my head and he entered the room, then quietly closed the door. He got on the bed and wrapped an arm around me.
For some strange reason, Harry made me feel safe. Even with his harsh exterior, I could tell that he was very protective of people he seemed to care about. But did he care about anyone? If he did, why would he care about me? My thoughts began to fade as I fell asleep under his protective arm.