Anchor {h.s}

thirty-five

"You don't need to protect her anymore, Wendy. I've learned my lesson and now I'll be the one protecting her," he added and even if I couldn't see Wendy's face, I knew he had her approval by now. When Harry really wanted something, he had his way to obtain it.

I heard her sigh loudly, as if she already regretted the words she was about to say. "I swear to god, if you break her heart one more time, I will make you regret it for the rest of your fucking life."

I bit my lower lip, surprised by Wendy's words. She wasn't one to curse and she wasn't one to make threats, but I had no doubt that she was being more than serious when she said that.

Seconds later, I entered the kitchen, thinking that it was best to stop this conversation now. Both their heads turned in my direction and I put on a smile so that they wouldn't know I had heard everything. Wendy still looked irritated, part of her previous anger lingering on her face. As for Harry, I was surprised to see a hint of fear in his eyes. Showing that apparently, Wendy's threat hadn't gone unheard.

"Hey," I said to break the awkward atmosphere that was starting to form around us. "What were you guys talking about?" I then asked innocently.

"Nothing," they both said in unison and I stiffened a laugh. If I hadn't heard their conversation, that answer would've given them away.

I hummed, pretending to let it go, and went to sit back next to Harry. His arm immediately circled my hip as a warm kiss was pressed on my temple. I looked up, meeting Harry's beautiful green eyes as he smiled softly at me. I smiled back before grabbing my cup on the counter and taking a sip of my now almost-cold coffee.

A loud sigh came out Wendy's mouth before she left without a word, shooting a warning glance at Harry that I pretended not to see, then she went in her room. As soon as she was out of our sight, Harry leaned in to get closer to me and his hand squeezed my hip. He then traced a lazy pattern on my skin, caressing it while his other one was wrapped around his mug. His cup was empty by now but he patiently waited for me to finish mine. With his body oriented towards me, he watched me as I slowly drank the remaining of my coffee.

The situation was weird. Actually, it was mostly uncommon. Sitting in my kitchen, the both of us with smiles up to our ears, especially Harry. The way he looked at me, it made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world. And as much as I loved it, it also intimidated me.

"Stop looking at me like that," I told him, my cheeks growing redder by the second.

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side inquisitively. "Looking at you like what?" He asked with a side smile, saying that he knew exactly what I meant.

I put down my mug on the counter and turned so that I would face him completely. "Like this," I said as I pointed to his face.

His smile grew and so did mine. It was hard not to when his words from earlier still echoed in my mind. It was so unusual for him to be so touchy in any other context than sex; leaving kisses on my temples, looking at me with dreamy eyes and a whipped smile. It was obvious that he saw his conversation with Wendy as a win, even if she had threatened him at the end, he considered it as a big step for the two of us, and that this impression was being reflected in his gestures; it soften his hard exterior and weakened his walls.

It was a Harry that I didn't know too well, one I had met only a few times, but that I couldn't wait to know more about.

"Are you done with your coffee?" He asked, his head tilted to the side and a lopsided grin up on his face.

I took my last sip and put my mug down on the counter. "Now I am," I said mirroring his cheerful expression.

"Good," he replied before swiftly taking my mug and his.

He got up from his seat and headed to the sink where he rinsed the cups before putting them in the dishwasher. I watched him in the process, admiring just how handsome he was; his long messy hair framing his face, his broad shoulders, and the way he carried himself. He reflected confidence, like he always did, but this time, there was also a hint of joviality that wasn't there before.

When he turned around, his smile had turned into a smirk and his eyes held the mischief I loved so much. He walked back towards me lazily, faking carelessness; his arms swaying with every step he took. He looked ready to pounce on his prey, and I was paralyzed under his stare.

I was a prey that had no intention to run, if it meant being away from the hunter. I was in too deep and by now, it was obvious that nothing could make me leave. Because even if I felt like a prey, now I wasn't just the most precious thing in the world, I was a precious thing that he wanted more than anything. His to take care of, his to protect, his to love, and as long as he didn't point his gun at me, I was completely fine with it.

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Hopefully that made sense haha What did you guys think ? Surprised that Harry and Wendy weren't fücking ? lololol 95% of you assumed they were... come on guyzzz have a little faith ;)

I separated the chapter in 2, which means that there are two chapters left ! Before I take a small pause and plan part 2 :) I have a name in mind for it but saying it so soon would spoil it, anyone wants to take a guess ? 

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