Dinner was treated to us by the owner of the hotel. Mr Gerard was apparently a very good friend of Harry's father. With that privilege, Harry and I indulged in several dishes of sweet and spicy butter prawn and barbecue steak. I realized that I hadn't eaten a meal this large in such a long time. With all the stress that was built up in me before, I lost my appetite. I was so glad to be back to my old self again.
"That was seriously the best seafood I've ever tasted." I mused, leaning against the wall of the corridor. "Best thing about our trip so far."
"Don't be too quick to decide." Harry flashed a candy-coated grin at me, his pronounced dimples coming into sight. I didn't know what exactly he meant by that as I became distracted by his charm. He fiddled with some keys before unlocking the room door.
I was led inside with a gentle pull on my hand. "Be right back." He told me before walking to the bathroom. I smiled as I sat myself down on the edge of the massive king bed.
The bathroom door was ajar and my curiosity took over. I found myself tilting my head to the side to look. What the hell are you doing, Helena?
He was clad in his jeans but his bare back was in full view. His back muscles flexed as he dabbed a soaked napkin against his face. He began to yawn as his broad shoulders stretched with his sturdy arms. I have always found him attractive, but right now, I was absolutely captivated by him.
I quickly looked away when he carried himself out of the bathroom with a new t-shirt in hand. He walked towards the bed and shook his hazel-toned ringlets. Without thinking, I stood up and advanced towards him.
Harry smiled as he swept his curls to the side. With his large hand placed tightly on my waist, he tugged me close to him. My heart started to flutter feeling his adjacent warmth. My pulse quickened as I daringly began to run the tips of my fingers along his strong, bare arms.
I jerked a little when I felt him kiss me near my ear. "It's alright." He breathed lowly. "There's nothing stopping us now, is there?" He encouraged. He knew exactly what I was feeling. My mind still couldn't get used to the fact that now I was completely free to do whatever I wanted to.
I lightly shook my head before placing a hand on the nape of his neck. I pulled him in and gave him a passionate kiss. With each rapid beat of my heart, I was starting to enjoy this a lot. This was the first time I was initiating a kiss with Harry. And it felt good.
He returned the same amount of passion I invested as his soft lips played around with mine in a rousing manner. He slowly pulled away. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." He whispered softly.
I tiptoed and wrapped my arms tightly around Harry's neck before crashing our lips again. Indeed I felt fireworks. This was what I'd been longing to feel. The sensation was indescribable. My eyes were shut as he carried me onto the bed, our lips never parting.
My back rested against the delicate material of the bed and Harry crawled on top of me, teasing me with a cheeky half smile. I pulled him down into a kiss by a playful grip on the thin, black chain around his neck.
His knee rested between my legs as his warm hand made its away under my shirt. I broke the kiss with a chuckle when he tickled me agilely on the midriff. I softly laughed against his lips as he smirked at my reaction. "Harry..." I breathed, my petite hands pushing his hair back into a quiff.
He didn't seem to mind as he planted wet kisses along my jawline before his tender lips made their way to my ear. "Harry-" I let out a faint moan when he bit my earlobe and sucked.
I began to breathe at a faster pace when Harry's hand stretched over to the bedside drawer, opening it. We both knew what was in it. He snatched out a small, square packet out of it and pulled away from me. He studied it for a moment before tearing it open.
"Harry." I swallowed. "I- I can't... now..."
"What?" He questioned, his features showing slight dissatisfaction.
"I just got out of a relationship." I told him. "And I'm not ready."
Harry looked at me carefully before smiling. "I understand." He lay down beside me and caressed my flushed cheeks. "You got my hopes up, though."
"Thanks for understanding." I pecked him on his lips. I sat up on the bed and slowly pulled my shirt off, chucking it to the side. I was clad in a bra as I covered myself with my arms.
Harry looked at me in awe. "What are you doing?"
"It's unfair that you're the only topless one." I felt bad for leading him on to believe that we were going to sleep with each other. Some guys would have just burst with anger but Harry was cool with it.
But it didn't mean that we had to stop having some fun.
He smirked as he moved my arms away and pushed me down under him. Our lips connected again and something inside me changed, and it would never be reversed. This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel his breath come and go with mine.
I felt the temperature increase as his toned body pressed down on mine. Our noses brushed against each other as the kiss deepened.
His grip on my waist was strong as he broke the kiss and moved himself lower down. He started to plant kisses along my midriff. I giggled at the tickling sensation. Harry licked above my navel, teasing me before crawling back up.
My fingers went through his curls and tugged onto them as he lazily looked into my eyes. "Helena..." He moaned lowly.
"I'm sorry I accused you of being a villain." I whispered, gazing into his vast emerald-green eyes.
"How are you so sure I'm not?" He let out a laugh, stroking my messy, dark hair. We remained that way for minutes, our eyes locked and our embrace sealed.
I was then hit with the realisation that I immensely cared for this boy and that... I was in love with him. I'd never quite felt anything like it. It's so generic and cliche when you say it out loud but it really is an incredible feeling.
It's just how you get the butterflies just thinking about him, how you constantly yearn to be close to him and it makes you physically sick when you try to repress those thoughts. But I felt silly for feeling so strongly about a person whom you don't know feels the same way.
Harry's POV
The sound of a vigorous vibration filled our ears. "Wonder who it is now." I sighed, leaving Helena alone on the bed. She ran her fingers over her neck which was wet from my kisses as I ambled over to the front room.
"Mum?" I called through the phone.
"Harry, you are in serious trouble." Her voice was firm.
"What? What did I do?"
"You know exactly what!" She barked. "You're playing at a show with your band while you're visiting your father!"
"W-What? No."
"Daniel told me everything. Don't even try to lie to me right now." She scolded. "You breached my trust, Harry."
I couldn't believe Daniel would tell on me when I've been keeping his secrets. Suddenly extremely enraged, I decided to 'blurt out' some things. "Oh, Daniel?" I lowered my voice. "Your baby boy hasn't been any better than me."
"This isn't about Daniel, Harry. I'm talking about you."
"Do you want to know why he broke up with Helena?"
"Harry-"
"It's because he got another girl pregnant." I finished.
She stayed silent for a while before speaking again in a weak tone. "Are you talking about Polly Sanders?"
"How did you know?"
"She's been coming to my hospital. She's the only teen pregnancy case we've got." She said in a shaky tone.
"Tragic truth." I asserted before she abruptly got off the phone.
Helena's POV
I worried about what my parents would do if they found out where I've been and what I've been doing. Daniel apparently told on Harry and I was anxious. What if he told on me? Not that anyone knew I was with Harry. I hoped no one found out.
Harry threw a small fit and he was now fast asleep. He was like a little kid. He reminded me of my aggressive little cousin Jakey.
I slid down the bed and walked over to the bags. I dug into my bag to search for my mobile phone but it wasn't there. I continued looking through both my bags... but it wasn't anywhere in sight. My heart skipped a beat when I heard it vibrate loudly on the table in the front room.
I got up quickly, accidentally bumping into Harry's baggage with my shoulder. When I picked it up, his wallet toppled down from it... along with a prescription bottle. Curious, I ended up ignoring the call and picking up the bottle. I shivered when I read the label below the long name of the medicine.
'ANTIDEPRESSANT & ANTIPSYCHOTIC MEDICATION'