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Chapter 6

The protocol began to take its course as I wanted to fill in any left over space. As I leaned in, I puckered my lips waiting to feel the sensation of his meeting mine. Instead, I felt a sudden cold rush as the hand that was just on my face left and the robust body expanded the area between us. Leaving with only his shorts on, he simply walked away, shutting the sliding glass door. Shock was read all over my face and confusion ran through my brain. Was he about to kiss me? Did I just make a fool of myself?

I couldn't help but follow him. I was so Intrigued by his bewildered actions. Quietly, I began to drift the sliding door open, getting a sudden breeze of warm air. Tip-toeing into the bedroom, I got a rapid image of Harry undressing in his bathroom. The door was left wide open, guessing I was not about to walk into him getting naked. One by one, he began to strip his clothes off. Since his shirt was already off he began to slide his shorts down to his ankles, followed by his tight boxers. My mouth was open wide, in awe of how beautiful he really was.

His length was actually way bigger than I had remembered last night, even though yesterday was a faded blur in my mind. My eyes began to get watery because of how long I was staring at him, not even remembering to blink because of the fear of missing this moment. I could tell he felt my eyes staring at him as his head flicked up meeting my gaze. Red burned through my cheeks as embarrassment was written on my face.

My head instantaneously snapped down, pretending I didn't just see all of that. Openly, he walked right out of the bathroom and passed me, bare to the bone, showing all of him to me. The whiff of air filled my nose instantly reminding me of him. He made his way into his oversized closet and turned to me. My eyes could not resist the temptation of watching, browsing every part of his body. Without a breath, he shut his closet doors, closing off any view I previously had before.

Ruffled noises were coming from the closet as I perceived he was changing. A big huff escaped from my lips as my thoughts were all crashing into one another, causing major confusion in my head. I managed to sit myself on Harry's bed, my horrible posture showing as my head fell into my hands. I tried to rub away any of the sleepiness, along with the stress, that had built up inside me. I heard a rather loud noise as my peripherals caught the sight of Harry promenading out of the closet right past me, not even bothering to set his eyes on me.

He opened the door that was attached to his bedroom leading out to the rest of his house. Agile and brisk, I quickly snatched my purse that was lying on the floor and slipped my feet into my heels as I tried catching up to the run away. His actions were accelerated as he flew down the stairs, opening the front door.

The house seemed like a stampede of animals had rampaged throughout, destroying everything in sight and covering the floor with liter. I cautiously maneuvered my way around the specks of debris, finally making it out of the house. The sun was flashing its beams into my pupils, causing me to put a hand over my eyes to regain somewhat of my vision.

My mouth was left wide open to what my eyes had laid on. There was at least seven cars parked, one behind the other, in Harry's driveway. Wait...were ALL of these his cars?Some red, others silver, and some matte black, each of them unique and different. I had only heard of celebrities doing this, but never had I seen it in person.

I figured that the reason for all of the cars is so whenever he wanted to escape, it was always a different experience. He seemed like the kind of guy that would just disappear out of nowhere, exiting to a foreign land for a week to get laid every hour, drinks constantly being consumed.

I snapped out of my vision, suddenly seeing him slide his long physique into the only silver car. Before the door hit the frame of the car, I screamed out "Hey, are you just gonna leave me here?" He shrugged his shoulders before I heard the click of him closing the door to his sports car.