"Watch my eyes as they trail..."
April 10, 2012
The Bently Mansion Lake
I squeezed the sheet in between my fingers and buried my face in the pillow. I couldn't stop crying, and Harry wasn't even in the room.
"Hey. Are you awake.. oh my gosh." Harry crept into the room and crawled onto the bed, picking me up and bringing me in his arms, "Anastasia..?"
I looked up at him to see that his eyes were drenched in fright.
"I can't take this..." I closed my eyes and he sighed, pulling me closer, "Every time I try to get over you and accept the fact that it wasn't meant to be, you keep pulling me under. I'm getting so sick Harry."
"I know baby. Me too," he whispered on my forehead and we both laid back down. "But we can make it through this. I'm still trying."
"I'm trying too," I said, just before drifting off to sleep again.
When I woke up, I was in one of Harry's t-shirts and I was completely uncovered. But then I looked over to the side of the bed to see that I had pushed the duvet off.
I brought my knees to my chest and ran my hand over my forehead, pushing my hair back. I looked around the day-lit room and sighed. I stood up and walked over to the small window and looked outside. It looked beautiful outside considering that it brutally stormed last night.
Just then, Harry walked into the room and I looked over my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stopping where he was.
"Yeah I'm fine." I smiled and he let out a sigh of relief before walking over to me. He had two tea cups in his hands and handed me one of them, "Why?"
"You scared the hell out of me last night, Anastasia. You were crying, and ripping at your hair. Every time I tried to calm you down, you would just cry harder and rip at your hair some more. I didn't know what was going on." He shook his head and walked up beside me, the light outside shining on his face.
But then I saw those scratches that Penelope was talking about: the ones running down his cheeks... As if he cried with me last night.
I reached up and ran my fingers down his red cheeks. "Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you cry over me?" I asked and he pulled my hand from his cheek.
"Same reason why you cry over me," he crinkled his nose, "Now I sound like a tit. Okay, I have a good reason to cry over you... I just don't know why at the moment."
I giggled a little and he walked over to the chair in front of his bed.
"Here, I brought you some leggings and some converse. We're going to the lake with Penelope and Brazton today," he handed me my leggings and converse and I cocked an eyebrow. "Penelope arranged it. Trust me, if today's plans were up to me I would sit in here and talk with you about last night. But no," he mocked and I laughed a little, pulling the leggings up my legs.
"Thank you." I smiled and he grabbed my arm, staring deeply into my eyes.
He gently stroked my cheek and pressed a gentle kiss upon my lips, "Ce est belle... What you do to me..."
I smiled and grabbed my shoes, walking out of Harry's bedroom as he followed behind me. "Are they in here?" I asked, on alert if they were.
"No. They're already outside waiting on us." He chuckled when I walked faster.
I tugged on my converse and he put his hand on the small of my back, making me slow my walk. Chills ran up my spine and I smiled at the feeling.
Once we stepped outside and walked towards the lake, Brazton walked up to me and kissed my cheek, "Good morning, Anastasia. I was a bit worried about you last night. You didn't come up to bed."
"She slept on the living room couch," Harry blurted and we both looked at him. "God. Don't get so damned worried over a girl you barely even know." He then stormed away from us and towards the lake.
"I was fine, sweetheart. It means a lot that you care." I smiled and we walked over to the lake with Harry and Penelope.
"Okay. What I had planned for us today was just a small canoe ride. And we have two canoes, so I thought that would be fun," Penelope smiled and I returned it. "Let's get started!" she seemed so excited, and I rolled my eyes.
Harry sat down in a canoe, and I wasn't going to race for the seat next to him. But he motioned for me and I bit my lip. And when he motioned a second time, Penelope sat down next to him and he lolled his head back.
"Come on." Brazton smiled at me and held my hand as he helped me up and into the canoe.
"Thank you." I smiled as we sat down.
"So, I was thinking we could go over there, towards the old wooden docks. It's pretty far, but I've been out here alone a few times and it really is a lovely place," Penelope spoke and Harry let out a laugh.
"You're not the only one who is fond of this lake and its waters." He looked at me from under the hair that fell on his forehead and I blushed, looking away.
Then we began to use the oars and paddle down towards the docks. Harry and Penelope were ahead of us, so I decided to paddle my oar and little faster until we were in front of them.
Harry realized what I was doing and looked at me playfully before I passed him a wink and a laugh.
All of a sudden, he used his oar to push his canoe forward and sent water all over my body. My mouth dropped and Penelope covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
"You ass." I blew the water that fell from my lips off and used my oar to send a wave over Harry and Penelope.
Penelope gasped, but then she began to laugh and Harry looked at me like I was crazy. His eyes met my gaze and he grinned enormously, pinning his eyes to my body as he splashed me again.
Then a war was set off.
I stood up with my clothes soaked, and stepped onto the dock once we reached it. I stomped off into the woods and they all followed behind me.
"Where are you going, Miss Greene?" Harry's voice echoed through the woods and chills filled my body.
"Anastasia!" Brazton and Penelope called my name, but they were farther away than Harry was.
"Anastasia... Ma bébé," Harry's voice got closer and all of a sudden my arm was grabbed and I was being pinned against a wide oak tree.
"Ugh, you skank." I growled and Harry's sharp green eyes cut through my skin.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Greene. But I am not, nor will I ever be, a skank." He grinned and looked at my soaking wet t-shirt, which probably showed all of my curves because it was molding to my skin.
"Would you stop looking at me like that?" I groaned and leaned my head back.
"Well stop making me look at you like that. It's your fault your body looks amazing right now. It's your fault you won't let me kiss you. And it's your fault that I am so tempting to touch you right now..." His voice traveled through my ears as his breath hit my cold, wet skin.
"Well it's your fault we can't have each other in public." I pushed him away and walked forward, deeper into the woods.
"Woah, woah, woah. Woah. I didn't bring an argument up," I looked over my shoulder because I felt his eyes glued to me, "Did I?"
"No," I snapped and he licked his lips.
"Good, because I really don't want to fight with you right now, Anastasia. Why don't you just shut the hell up," he grabbed my arm and swung me around, locking his eyes to mine, "And let me love you right?"
"If loving me right is loving someone else behind my back, then no, I don't want it." I shook my head and he sucked in his teeth.
"Ouch babe." He shook his head and leaned towards me, "Fine. You don't want my loving, don't take it. But that won't stop me from loving the hell out of you." His eyes searched my face, and then they traveled down my body and back up, "Cause I sure am loving the hell out of you right now. Can't keep my damned eyes off of you."
I saw Penelope and Brazton following up and looked back at Harry. He put his hand on my hip and I pulled it away, "Don't touch me right now."
He held up his hands and gave me a dirty smirk, "I won't touch you with my hands. But your barking orders won't stop me from touching you with my eyes."
I bit my lip, but he put his fingers on my chin and tugged my lip from my teeth. He leaned forward and opened his mouth like he was going to kiss me, but he just let out a sharp breath and turned, walking ahead of me.
So I walked faster until I was beside him. He slowed his walk and I rolled my eyes, walking ahead of him.
"I'm watching you, Anastasia Greene. Never taking my eyes from you. Not for one second," he said and I blushed when I looked at him.
That's kind of what I'm hoping for, Headmaster Styles.