Beastly • H.S

~Twelve~

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Whether I admited it or not, there was an undercurrent flowing between me and Harry. Im not going to say that we have a 'connection', but we have something.

I feel as if Harry is a very laid back kind of guy, aside from all of the chaos I've heard and seen from him about him being cursed. He's a one of a kind, really. You wouldn't find someone like him just out of the blue or on a Sunday walk in the park. His life, to me, sounds pretty hectic. I mean imagine yourself living how he has to. With the looks included. It would be horrible at the least, because I know I wouldn't want to be cursed by someone to look like that.

The sound of my doorbell going off brings me out of my deep thoughts making my heart jump. Harry.

I get up of my couch, Bear following behind me to see who it is like always. Before I open the door I glanced down at the clothing I had changed into after me and Justin's date and I nearly want to groan. At that time I had felt that I didn't care what I looked like when Harry came over but now that he's standing in front of me, only a wooden door separating the two of us, I feel like I need to run upstairs and change. A little too late for that.

I wrap my fingers around the metal doorknob and open the door. Harry stands in front of me, his hands tucked away in his pockets and his shoulders raised as he squints his eyes at me. And that's when I notice it's raining, hard. I forgot that it's been raining all day, thought it would've stopped by now at night.

"Can I come in?" He asks and I quickly open my door wider.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Come in." I say laughing at myself as he walks in.

"Thank you," he says, slipping off his hoody. His hair curled against his shoulders and flopped appealingly in different places. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare.

"No problem, let me take your jacket." I offer.

"Oh," he mumbles before grabbing the hem of his hoody and lifting it off of his body. In the process, I can't help but stare at the perfectly tanned skin that happens to show as his shirt rises. A leaf of some sort as a tattoo there.

"What is that?" I ask as he hands me the hoodie and I turn around and put it on the coat rack besides the door.

"What?"

"The tattoo on your pelvis, what is it?" I repeat as I lead us into the kitchen.

"It's a leaf." He simply says.

"Does it mean anything? You know, representing a certain milestone from the past, a memory, what?" I ask.

"Not really, I just got it because I liked it." He shrugged.

"It's nice, I like it." I say, walking around the island as Harry sits at a stool. Bear lies down by his chair on the floor. I'm surprised he hasn't even barked at him, but then Bear never really barks at a lot of things so I can't really say anything.

"What's his name?" Harry asks from behind me. I grab two bottles of orange juice and slide one over to him.

"His name's Bear. When he was a puppy he would always make this weird noise that sounded like a bear's roar." I tell him, smiling at the picture in my mind of a eight week old puppy trying to sound ferocious but failing miserably.

"Bears don't roar." Harry says, his eyes holding a glint to them.

I open my drink and take a sip. "They growl." I argue. Bears growl, don't they?

"Rarely."

"My point is, he sounded like a bear so that's why I named him that." I say, rolling my eyes and raising my shoulders in a proud manner.