"Mia." He whispered.
"Hmm?" I moaned. The soft light of the morning making me squint.
"Last night was indescribable." He said.
"Mm-hmm." I nodded. I pressed my face farther into the bed, trying to go back to my wonderful dream full of fun and unexpected things. I met my dream guy (aha literally) in this dream.
"Mia. Wake up." He pressed my cheek. I opened my eyes all the way and stared at the boy i was laying beside.
It wasn't a dream...


5. Locked in

      "Thank you." I took the clothes he offered to me and went to the bathroom to change. I set the clothes on the toilet and pulled my dress over my head. Well... attempted to. The top was too tight along my bust and I struggled to get it off. I pulled it back down and thought for a second. I reached my hand back to unzip it myself but I only got it down an inch. 

      "Harry?" I called out self consciously. 

      "Yes? You need something?" He called back.

      "Yes... I... I'm stuck." I tried one more time to get it over my head, but this time I really was stuck. My arms were in the air and the dress stuck over my head.

      "Um.... Could you... Help." I asked. 

      Harry opened the bathroom door slowly, trying not to laugh.

      "Just... Help me get it off." I stammered. Harry pulled my dress back down over my shoulders in a congenial manner. It's soaked fabric stuck to me like clue. He unzipped the back and stepped back.

      "Thank you." I whispered.

      "No problem. Nice tattoo." 

      "Right. It's my rebellious childhood mark. We've all got one." I joked. 

      "What is it?"

      "Well, that's the thing. I wanted a tattoo so bad, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to get one. So when they see it eventually, I don't have to apologize because it means sorry in Chinese." I laughed.

       "Oh my gosh. Really? How old were you?" He laughed with me.

      " I was 16." I turned around, holding the dress over my torso. "Now go so I can get out of these wet clothes."

       Harry walked backwards out of the bathroom and i continued to change. 

      I hung up my clothes along the shower rod and walked back to the living room.

      "Thank you." I said.

      "No problem." He replied. Harry sat on the couch with his feet propped up and I tried to move them so I could sit. Every time I got them to budge they went right back to the same spot.

      "Okay, asshole." I sat on his feet and made myself comfortable. Harry purposely kept pointing his toes, making me shift down, and i kept falling off the couch. "Stop." I laughed. 

      "Or what?" He smiled.

      "Or I'll sit somewhere else." I warned.

      "Go ahead. In fact, the floor welcomes you." 

      "I wasn't talking about the floor." I jumped up, and instantly plopped down on to his chest. Harry heaved out air and let out a groan.

      "Jesus." He said.

      "No, me." I smiled. "I'm really liking this spot a lot better than the last one. More squishy. And comfortable." 

      Harry pinched my sides, trying to get me to get off.

      "Stop!" I squealed, covering my sides. He continued to pinch which turned in to tickling me. I let a scream and jumped up.

      "Iv'e got something against you now. I'm not letting it go that easily." He lunged forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me in to tickle me some more.

      "Stop it!" I shrieked.

      I laid on the ground and curled in a ball to prevent him from reaching the rest of me. I continued to laugh hysterically. Thunder cracked and out went the lights. 

      Harry stopped tickling me to check it out. He looked out the window and cursed under his breath.

      "What?" I stood up.

      "There's a tree blocking the door. Including the garage." He sighed.

      "What?" I maneuvered my way in the dark to where he stood. Harry was right. We were trapped.












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