Hero

Did I have a reason for sitting on the kitchen island opposite a sleepy Harry at 3 AM sipping tea?

Yep.

Was it a good one?

Nope.

Simply because after we returned to his apartment I couldn't fall asleep, my mind failing to get rid of the disturbing events that took place prior to me falling asleep on top of harry.

God, I hope I didn't drool.

I stir the sugar cube into my second cup of tea getting real bored of the silence and needing something to distract me from my fearful thoughts.

"Let's play truth or dare," I suggest with a small smile dancing around my lips, I'm aware this is probably not the right time but I'm feeling slightly delirious and giddy due to the lack of sleep and the amount of tea I'm consuming so I push away and doubtful thoughts and focus on trying to convince broody Harry to play this childish game with me.

He raises a brow sipping his tea.

"At this time? You are aware it is 3 A.M." He says dryly. I nod my head with a half shrug.

"Please,"

He rolls his green globes before a smirk crosses his face as if a sudden thought had ran across his mind.

"Fine, but you're going first. Truth or Dare?" He says his eyes glinting and that rare playful nature seeping through into the quiet air. I pout slightly at the thought of going first knowing that he's never going to let me off easily no matter what I choose.

"Fine. Dare." I say bravely sipping my warm tea as a nervous knot forms in my stomach from the look on Harrys face. He thinks for awhile before his eyes light up the slightest as an idea comes to his mind I assume.

"Okay, I dare you to. . Knock on our neighbours door and ask them about the weather." A giggle bubbles past my lips at how random this is.

"You are aware it's 3 A.M," I repeat his words from earlier with a deep voice imitating Harry the best I can. He chuckles rolling his eyes.

"I don't sound like that, and you asked for this." He points out. I huff to myself.

"But what if an angry convict lives next door and he beats me up for waking him at this time?" I question only half meaning my words as I'm already making my way towards the front door. Harry rolls his eyes although a semi- amused smile is painted on his handsome face.

"There's no angry convict, it's jut a young couple who snog all the fucking time." He says as I open the door and step out.

"A little creepy you know that."

"Hardly. It's hard to miss when you're in a elevator with them and their tongues can't seem to stay in their own mouths." I shiver from the thought of being stuck in a elevator with a making out couple, but then a loud giggle slips past my lips at the thought of harry being in there. I can already imagine his pissed off face as they continue to obliviously kiss each other senseless.

Brushing away the disturbing images I head over across the corridor and knock loudly as Harry hides himself behind the door as not to be seen by whoever answers. I knock again even louder and I keep knocking louder before I hear a irritated, sleepy, female voice shout at me.

"Fuck! I'm comin'," Moments later the door swings open and a very irritable girl who looks to be about my age stands there with messy hair and sleepy eyes.

"What?" She mutters half heartedly giving me a dirty look.

"Isn't the weather just lovely today?" I say cheerfully with a bright smile. She stares at me through foggy vision for a few seconds before she slowly raises her middle finger right in my face and then proceeds to slam the door in my laughing face. My laughter increases as I stumble back into Harrys apartment to find Harry sniggering to himself as well.

"Angry convict or not, she looked ready to deck you," Harry said chuckling as we sat back down on the island. I scoffed.

"Please. I could take her on," I said flexing my imaginary muscles, a snicker bubbled past his lips as he jokingly widened his eyes and raised his hands up.

"Woah, better put those away before you hurt someone."

I giggled putting my arms down and taking a swig of my now lukewarm tea. I was feeling even more giddy with Harrys playful nature coming out more than normal and actually continuing on my banter, he had this lightness in his green eyes which was a change from the usual broody darkness that encompassed them, it made him even more attractive if that was even possible.

"Okay, so it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" I asked swiftly with a small smirk. This was going to be fun.

"Truth."

"Oh! Grow a pair you wuss!" I exclaimed laughing manically as he didn't have the courage to go with a dare.

"Oh, my balls are perfectly matured, don't worry." He smirked with a wink, his eye crinkling cutely. I scrunched my nose.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" I asked casually while biting my lip. He rolled his eyes slightly as if expecting a question like that. I smirked in satisfaction wanting to know how many he has actually had over his years. I'm not one to judge but he seems the type to have quite a lot. I mean, look at that pretty face of his.

"Two, for your information." He said smugly, knowing that I hadn't expected that at all.

"Two?" I gaped at him, my voice failing to hide the surprise. He nodded his head a amused chuckle escaping his lips.

"Two serious ones, yes. The rest were. . . . quick fucks," he said. My mouth fell open at his brazen attitude and my cheeks heated up from how honest he was.

"So you're that guy," I said with raised eyebrows. I didn't particularly like the one night stand guys, because I didn't think sex was something so casual and to be given to just any random person you meet, although I can't just blame the guys. It takes two to tango.

"Was, that guy." He corrected with a grim look upon his face, I raised a questioning brow and he shrugged, blowing some air out of his mouth.

"Once you form that initial connection with your soulmate, other women are unable to get you going." He stated matter-of-factly, not at all bothered by the words he so casually said. I shifted uncomfortably as my gaze dropped shyly to the marble top, and my cheeks sprinkled with pink which was probably quite visible.

"Sounds tough."

"Oh, you have no idea,"

"Right, truth or dare?" He asked me, a small smile dancing around his pink lips. I inwardly smiled at how he seems to be genuinely entertained and quite happy even, which is a change from the usual stressful frown he's always adorning. I decided I'd had enough of being brave and doing dares so instead I decided to opt for the relatively easy option which was the truth. I mean, I don't have anything to hide, well apart from James and how terrible our relationship was but I doubt he'd ask about that.

"How many boyfriends have you had?" He asked, turning my own question around to me. I'd only had one serious one really. I mean, I don't think that guy in school that you go out on a date with a couple of times when you're like 12 really can count as a boyfriend.

"Just one." I say smiling shyly. I was a little embarrassed at the lack of experience in that department I had because back in London, everyone considered that really pathetic. Even my older sister would take the absolute piss out of me along with her friends, so when I abruptly ended my relationship with James they couldn't find it more hilarious although they didn't know the real reason why I did what I did. No one knew, everyone was always too busy criticising me on my decisions and how I dressed and what not to actually talk to me properly. Even my mum would criticise me.

My family is a quite outgoing family, my mum and dad both being very into the night life, fancy dinners and dressing to impress all of the time and my sister an exact copy. Then there was me, the little odd-bod. I didn't like the night life or fancy dinners, I dressed the way I felt most of the time which was lazy and  I just didn't fit in.

The lack of worried messages and missed calls speaks for itself really. I though maybe, in a selfish way, that when I left they would be falling over themselves in worry and would appreciate me more, maybe love me more, but it didn't really happen that way since now that I've left, they don't seem worried at all. Maybe it was best, I didn't fit in anyway although I craved too, I was a embarrassment to them Really, as I had been told on many occasions.

"That's not a bad thing you know," Harry speaks up suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts of my family. I'm a little confused at first but then realise that he's telling me that I don't need to be ashamed of only having one boyfriend, he says it with conviction and his green eyes are soft as they gaze at me with a undetectable emotion.

I smile at him with all of my teeth as warmth spreads through my chest at his words which are such a change of what I'm used to. I can't stop smiling at his sweet and out of character words as they comfort me more than anything ever has in my life.

Note:

Okaaay! Sooo thoughts? I wonder what that incident was that made her move eh?

Soo you learned a bit about her family! Hope you liked it, please comment what you think!

Facts about me
1. I HATE SPIDERS
2. I'm an art, psychology and graphic design student!
3. I'm 17!

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