My Dangerous Prince

Chapter 6

I had become dangerously close to Harry. In the following two weeks I had taken risks for him I never thought I would do. I was lying to everyone. My mom, my best friend, and I felt terrible about it. But I couldn't do anything else. I felt as though I had no option but to lie, if I didn't, I knew they would all judge me.

My phone rang In my bag as I walked in the door. I fumbled with my books as I reached in to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hey gorgeous." The deep, raspy voice said.

"Hey, Harry." I smiled.

"You should come over tonight."

"That's probably not the best idea. I have class in the morning." I desperately wanted to see him, but the sensible part of my mind was telling me what a bad idea this was.

"Your point?"

"My point is that I have to keep my grades up."

"Be rebellious." He said casually.

"I'd have to lie to my mom."

"Not like you haven't before."

"Harry, you're a terrible influence."

I could practically hear him smiling.

"So when should I pick you up?"

I sighed. "Now."

I slid into Harry's sleek black car with my books in hand. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Really?"

I shrugged. "I can't just brush it all off."

To my surprise he grabbed the books out of my hands and tossed them to the backseat, my papers flying everywhere. "Yes you can."

"You're cleaning that up."

He laughed.

I slid my seatbelt on. "I mean it."

"Whatever you say princess. "

"What are we doing so exciting that I can't do any of my work?"

"Absolutely nothing." He started. "But that's the point, you do entirely to much."

"That's because I have too. I have school work, and my job-"

"Who the hell cares?" He groaned.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't you ever just want to do nothing?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I can't."

"Well today, you're going too."

We pulled into the steep driveway of his apartment. I followed him up the stairs and into his place, throwing my bag onto the sofa and taking a seat. I had become oddly comfortable here having been there often recently.

"Alright," I heard Harry coming down the hall. He stopped in front of my dropping a pile of DVDs onto my lap.

"Pick a movie and let's get this started."

I lay back on the sofa with my feet resting on Harry's lap as the second movie ended.

"Harry, can I ask you something?" I said suddenly.

His head jerked up, all his attention on me.

"Why don't you ever talk about your family?"

He stayed silent, eyes glued to me. Even in the dark living room with nothing but the low shine from the tv, his dark green eyes burned holes into me. I had a feeling he was never going to answer as I waited anticipating what he would say next.

"I'm sorry, that was kind of personal." I put my head down, embarrassed by my foolish question.

"I don't talk to them much." He eventually said.

I looked up, waiting for him to continue.

"There was some stuff that happen between us all when I was about sixteen. I haven't talked to them since."

I stayed quiet, thinking how horrible it was to not talk to your family for three years. And wondering what happen that caused this.

"Now I get to ask you something."

Harry started. "Why are your friends so protective of you with me?"

I looked down, uncomfortable with the question. "They just want too."

He shook his head. "There's something there. Something happen."

I took a breathe. "I've had sort of a history with guys before."

Harry went dead silent. Up until that point he had been, in a way, joking. "What do you mean?"

I shook my head. "Never mind."

"No, Alyssa tell me."

I hesitated. "My ex boyfriend, he just wasn't the best."

"Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head.

"I don't believe you."

I stayed silent again.

"That bastard." He said to himself. Then, looking up at me, "Who was he?"

"It doesn't matter."

"He hurt you. It does matter." When I looked up at him I could clearly see the anger in his eyes. His teeth were gritted and his fists were clenched.

I grabbed his hands, loosening their grip in themselves.

"But it's over now."

"It better be."

Harry's POV

I looked down at her beautiful head resting on my chest. Her dark brown eyes gently closed as she softly snored. Her small frame was curled into a ball next to me fast asleep.

All I had been thinking about was what she had told me about her ex hurting her. If I had known the kid I would've ripped his throat out right then. The thought of anyone touching a hair on her head made me irate.

I knew I should probably wake her up and take her home, but she looked so peaceful. And I was too damn comfortable to move either. So, I lay my head back and closed my eyes falling asleep.

Authors note:

Yeah, I'm not too patient. I figured I should just post more of it to get it out there. Hope you like it!