headmaster styles.

Second Guessing

I quickly got out of my car and slammed the door shut, the raindrops felt like knives hitting my skin, and they were pouring on my head. I had a headache, but I didn't care.

I wasn't even half way up the driveway, when Harry walked outside to throw something away in his dumpster. When I caught sight of his face, he actually looked... Sad.

I froze in my tracks, and the door that he left open shone light directly on me. And then he caught sight of me as soon as he turned.

He took a step forward and scratched his head. But then he widened his eyes. "Anastasia?" Then his face grew mad and I took a deep breath.

"Harry. I'm sorry." He let out a growl and started to walk towards me angrily, frightening me. But when he walked right into the rain, he didn't stop, he just picked up speed. "I shouldn't have walked away from you. I should have at least said something." He held back his hand like he was going to hit me and I was prepared for it. "I'm sorry." I whispered before he was about two feet in front of me. And his hand met my neck.

But then he pulled me into him and kissed me harshly. A​nd it felt good.​ He ran his fingers through my wet hair when I kissed him back and the kiss grew more heated; distracting me from the freezing rain that was soaking my body. I shuddered on his lips and a low groan escaped from his lungs.

"I'm sorry." I spat out and he held me where I was, our forehead's still touching.

"You came for me." He whispered, barely audible because of the rain that had grew heavier. "That's all I needed to know that you were sorry."

He locked his lips with mine again and took a small breath. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and smiled at me. "I love you Anastasia. And I mean it."

I kissed the inside of his hand and tears lept from my eyes.

"Come on, let's go inside." He locked fingers with me, and my knees went weak. But then he picked me up in his arms and ran into the house. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes, Miss Greene." He whispered and we dashed to my room.

I walked over to my closet when we made it to my room and pulled out a small satin blue dress. It was cute­ perfect to sleep in.

But then I felt Harry's lips on my shoulders and tensed. "Don't worry. I won't take advantage of you right now even though you're wet," He kissed my neck, "And vulnerable."

I turned to him and bit my lip. "You can still help me change..."

He gave me a grin and put his middle finger under my shirt, the rest of his fingers locking onto it as he slipped it over my head. He grabbed a fresh bra out of the dresser and unclipped mine, letting me slip it off before he clipped the dry one on. I stepped out of my underwear and he slid some dry ones up my legs, kissing my navel once he reached it.

Then he slid the dress over my head, his hands perfectly molding to my body and grabbing a hold of my hips.

He kissed my forehead and smiled at me. "I didn't know you were coming, so I um.. I didn't prepare a meal or anything."

"Well," I looked to the same clock sitting on the nightstand and it said '7​:49'​. "We could always scavenge for some food." I laughed a little and he kissed my forehead again before locking fingers with me and we walked down stairs.

I led him to the dark kitchen and he laughed at me. I opened the freezer and smiled at what I saw.

Rocky Road ice cream.

"This should bring up some memories, aye?" I laughed and grabbed a couple of spoons.

"It doesn't bring up good memories." He shook his head and we sat down at the table. "So, anything new with you?"