I awoke to the sound of my alarm and groaned, hitting the snooze button tons and tons of times, but then I remember... my best friend Annie broke it so that I wouldn't be late for any of our breakfast dates again.
"Thank you Annie..." I muttered.
As I stood up and stretched, I pulled my long forest of hair out of its bun and tiptoed to the shower, the cold hitting my body like a wrecking ball. :)
The warmth of the water woke me up a bit more and I washed myself with strawberry scented body soap, the steam rinsing away my troubles. (Psh I wish..)
Throwing on a giant dark blue sweater and light blue skinny jeans with a cozy dark orange scarf, I noticed how late I was, and rushed to put on my red lipstick and mascara.
I put on some dark brown combat boots, grabbed my purse, phone, and wallet, and ran out of my apartment, locking it between my little jog.
When I stepped into the cold fall air, I noticed that same mop of curls hiding behind a tree.
I can't believe that he's here this early.
Though I was already late for Annie, I walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. Time to get this over with.
He gasped and turned around, relaxing when he knew it was me.
"Harry, what's the matter? Do you have something to ask me?" I questioned him, lifting one eyebrow up.
He just stared at me intently.
"Are you gonna answer my question and have a conversation with me like the adults we are, or are you going to continue acting like a five year old who's just been yelled at?"
He still didn't continue to answer, and kept staring and staring and staring.
"Why the hell do you keep staring at me?" I snapped.
He always stares and never answers me. What is his problem?
Brushing a curl out of his face, he sighed heavily as if he was completely and utterly stressed out by my question.
"I know that you've been following me..." I whispered hesitantly.
He looked down at the ground, removing his hands from his pockets, and looked up again, his eyes dark, leaving me surrounded with fear.
"A-and I'm warning you, leave me alone, o-or else-"
With quick movement, he pushed me against the wall of my apartment's building, towering me menacingly, his hands near both sides of my head.
His hot breath sent chills throughout my body, the green in his eyes claiming me as its slave.
"Oh would you just shut up," he whispered onto my lips. They were an inch away as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"You're mine, and you'll always be mine, do you understand?"
That's when I slapped him.
"Who do you think you are? You have a lot of nerve freaking me out like that by following me around and scaring the hell out of me!"
I went to slap him again, but he grabbed my wrist, and placed his lips on mine. I tried fighting him off of me, but eventually I gave in. His lips tasted like mint and were soft and plump as mine moved in sync with them.
"You couldn't know," he spoke, continuing to kiss me.
"Tell me why," I breathed.
His lips trailed down to my neck as I moaned a bit.
"It's a long story... but I want you to know that I'm.."
I pushed him away gently. "You're what?"
"I might have fallen in love with you 5 years ago.."
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