Spotted [h.s]

Fifty four

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Clary's POV

To say that I was excited for today would be an understatement.

It's a month since Harry asked me to be his girlfriend, and it has been a pretty eventful month to be honest.

We've never been so close. He tells me everything, and he says there's nothing left to tell. He loves talking about his family and how happy he's been since I came into his life.

For some weird reason, Harry wants to stay home today. I thought he'd take me out, since it's our one month anniversary, you know? He also said he needs to talk. It's probably about going on tour with him.

I want to go, I really do, but I can't. Uni begins in less than two months for me and I have a lot to catch up with because I took a year off. I'm going to have to finish translating my book when Harry's not here because I can't concentrate with him around me. His face is very distracting.

The door bell rings and I can't contain my excitement. I know it's him and I find myself dying to see him already, even though it was yesterday that I saw him.

When I'm walking past the hallway, I see Harry talking to my dad. Ugh. I wanted to open the door.

He's wearing a white dress shirt and black skinny jeans.

The dress shirt is...formal.

Is he taking me on a date? A surprise?

Excitement is already killing me.

"Hey," Harry says, looking away from my dad and taking long strides towards me. He lightly hugs me and grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs.

So it's not a date and we're staying inside.

He kicks the door to my room open and pulls me inside, pushing me against the door, making it shut with a thud and roughly pressing his lips to mine.

I thought I heard him sob, but when I pulled away to look at his face, his hands flew to my neck, pulling my face to his.

I coudn't feel the adrenaline like I always used to. This kiss was different. There weren't't any feelings in this one, there was just raw passion and need. He was kissing me like he wouldn't see me ever again.

"Harry what's wrong?" I ask when he finally pulls away, letting his gaze set on my face. He's crying.

"You're scaring me." My hands reach to wipe the tears on his face but he takes them in his, and kisses me again.

"I need you to just kiss me right now, please don't ask questions, "I can taste his tears on my lips as he speaks into my mouth.

I don't lie when I say I'm terrified. Terrified of why he's crying.

I've never seen him so fragile before, except for the time when he said he loved me. But that was different, he wasn't being like this.

His lips made their way to my jaw, tracing the lines of my ears to my collar bones.  They were so cold against my skin that it scared me more than I could say.