Maybe

Twenty One

I wake up to the sound of Harry yelling.

"Oh my god, just stop calling me! I'm over it! I don't care about your stupid new life and I don't want to be a part of it." He pauses. "I don't give a fuck if you stop sending the checks! I have my own job and can pay for my place myself. Fuck off." 

"Harry?" I ask. 

"One-second." He puts his hand on the receiver. 

"Sorry, my stepdad" Harry shudders at the word. "He called."

"Oh." 

"Yeah one sec." 

I nod, leaving him alone to his screaming match. I change out of my damp swimsuit. 

Oh god, the lake. 

I don't know what made me do what I did. It was something new, something unlike anything I've ever felt. It gets stronger every time I see Harry. We've only been together a short time, but it feels like forever. 

He walks in, throwing his phone onto my bed. 

"I left you a mark." He smiles.

"Huh?" 

He sits next to me his thumb rolling over the red bruised spot on my neck.

"Oh."

"At least everyone will know you're mine." 

I nod solemnly. I run my hand through my hair, and I pull out a twig. 

"I need to shower."

"Okay, lets go." 

I give him a look, and he smiles and lays back down on my bed. 

As the hot water runs down my body I think of the afternoon we spent together. What he whispered to me flashes through my mind. 

"Remember the last time I did this?"

I shudder despite the warm water. 

After shaving my legs (twice) I wrap my towel around my body, walking back into my room. 

Harry's luckily not there, so I can change in peace. I examine my neck, and just as Harry said, there is a large mark sitting near my collarbone. It stands out against my light skin tone, and I'll have to put foundation there until it goes away. 

"It's a nice mark, huh?" Harry asks, leaning against the door frame, staring at me in my sweatpants and tank-top. 

I nod, turning my attention back into my mirror.

He walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my wais, pulling me against his body. We sway back and forth to Coldplay's The Scientist while he kisses my neck.

"Can I stay here tonight?" He asks. 

"I thought my bed was to tiny for you." 

"I guess not." 

"Yeah, but I have work early tomorrow." 

"Okay."

He kisses my forehead before going into the bathroom. 

When I lay down on my bed, I can't help but think that this is too perfect. Maybe it's just the calm before the storm. Maybe it's too good to be true, and Harrys going to wake up one day and realize that he doesn't want a girlfriend. Maybe he's just using me as an experiment. 

The thoughts make me upset, the thought that Harry is just using me for sex and not for who I am. Him taking me to the park was different though, right? It was technically a date, I suppose.