note// i don't use harry's point of view because that would give away a lot of the story. so sorry. i know you guys want to hear his point of view, but much of the story progresses because of harry's mysterious character. you'll thank me later for it <3
Brazil. I should have seen it coming. One of the most beautiful places of them all, and I would be spending time here with Harry. Not necessarily him, because he will most likely be working and taking me out when it's absolutely essential. I don't know whether to be relieved or paranoid. However, I decide to ignore any possible apprehension.
It felt like restless hours on that plane with Harry quietly sleeping across from me. If you stared at him while he frowned, he looked sort of cute. His pink lips looked pouted and his frown was becoming more endearing than misleadingly cruel. I turned my head, noticing the strands of his chestnut brown hair that curled around his ear.
"I can feel you staring, Catalina." He muttered dryly with his eyes still closed.
Stunned, I stammered out, "I-I thought you were sleeping."
"Well, I wasn't." Harry remarked.
"Stop being an asshole. We're going to be in one house in Brazil for God knows how long." I stated firmly.
Harry opened one eye, and murmured, "Yeah, I know. You better watch out, I might end up actually shooting you." He sarcastically retorted.
"Same here," I gnarled beneath my breath.
He opened both of his eyes now, narrowing them at me. "What was that?"
"Nothing," I muttered.
"No," he sat up from his seat. "Speak clearly. What did you say?" Harry angrily spat, watching me with an expectant glare.
I gulped loudly and said, "I didn't say anything."
"Hm," he hummed, "Yeah, that's what I thought, too."
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Florianopolis is a beautiful area. I'm immediately amazed and overwhelmed by all the differences. It was foreign, yet beautiful and I could've swallowed thirty flies on the way to our destination. Harry sat at the back of a man's truck with me, silently staring out the window. The man at the wheel worked for my father as well. I wasn't be surprised, considering he had people in every part of the world.
We finally stopped at a beautiful light orange-pink house. It was small, but in a way pretty and cozy. It was a new house. I could tell by the newly shined porch and the new paint smell still staining the air. Soon enough, I was ordered to get out of the car by an impatient Harry.
The keys jiggled in his hands as he reached to open the front door. He moved aside to get our luggage as I walked past him and into the already furnished house. It smelt of new wood and polished floors. Inside, it was cooler than the warm air of Florianopolis. I wrapped my arms around myself just as Harry tossed all of the luggage to the floor, careless as usual.
I rolled my eyes and decided on carrying my own luggage.
"Good, you got the hint." Harry walked past me as he said so.
I glared at him as he walked up the stairs, burning holes through that head of curls. That jerk had more comebacks than I could ever think of. He made the book by which all assholes seem to go by. Sighing heavily, I proceeded to lug my shit up the stairs since Harry's too busy being too superior to do anything for anyone.
"Your room's on the right. Mine across from yours on the left. Think you can handle that?"
My eyes turned to slits when I made eye contact with him. He watched me with no emotion, seeming as if I should be unfazed by how extra sarcastic and irritable he was being today. I wanted to cuss at him. Call him multiple things, which would only result in some other hurtful words crushing me.
It took a lot of strength for me to just toss my luggage into the room. I felt tired and the timing was off because of the different time zones. Dread was the first thing to hit me as I glanced around the bedroom. It was simple and had everything it need anyway. A dresser, a mirror, and a bed. It was spacious due to the lack of extra furniture.
I felt dread because I knew I'm going to be miserable these next days, weeks, or even months. Ever since this chase started, I've never been able to say that I'm truly okay. Hell, I don't understand myself. I'm scared, but I rarely see the need to express it out loud. I'm sure Harry's aware I'm afraid, but only tempts anger into me with all his rude remarks.
I guess it's better than being afraid.
Just as I lazily slouched, Harry walked into the room. "I have some news. Fantastic news," Harry murmured. With nearly a scowl already appearing on my face, I gaze at him to aware him he's gotten my attention.
"Your father," he began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Believes it's necessary for you to learn a few self-defense techniques."
A frown latched onto my lips, pulling the corners down to create a prominent look of displeasure on my face. "What?" I asked, still not sure if I heard him correct.
"I need to teach you those skills, apparently," he explained. "Over the next few weeks I'm teaching you hand-to-hand combat, and he says you can shoot a gun, but we'll probably test that theory." The firm, raspy tone of his echoed in my head after he spoke those words.
Harry's going to be that P.E teacher that assures everyone you're fine even when you've puked and passed out. I can already feel it. Immediate disgust laced itself on my features. The green of his eyes caught my attention, his own features angry as usual. Actually, he should really be more pissed off than usual at this news, but he really doesn't seem to mind.
"And you're okay with letting me handle a gun?"
"Well, of course. If you shoot me, I probably won't hesitate to shoot you back, but you know. We can compromise," he warned lowly. "So, I'm going to need you to cooperate. You already know who's in charge."
I stood up, crossing my arms over my chest. "Look," I spat out, feeling the most furious and irritated I have so far around Harry. He raised his eyebrows at me, evidently surprised. "I'm not your child, alright? I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak to me like I can't comprehend any of your syllables, Harry. I'm fully prepared to do anything and everything to piss you off because you've put me through enough of your shit --"
Harry barely took any strides to reach me. I was whipped to his body within half seconds. Air stopped along with my heart, my cheeks growing hot when I realized I was pressed against a wall, his body pressuring it against the surface. With parted lips, and wide eyes, I stared into his own gorgeous eyes that could kill if you stared long enough.
A shudder forced itself from my body at the recent distance of our faces. He brought both of his hands to rest on either side of my head. The way he breathed heavily against my face made my skin hot and my heart accelerate with simultaneous excitement and fear.
"Listen," he began, clenching his jaw. "I'm tired of yelling at you, really. I've got a better use for my mouth." I gasped when he said so, and I swore I saw the right corner of his lips curve. "Don't make me raise my voice at you again. You want to be treated like an adult? Start acting like one, Catalina. Let's make this as easy-going as possible because I swear I can lose my temper at any minute, and I won't hesitate to show you."
I had the nerve to ask, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"Think of it as a proposal," he quietly said. "You've got to be the only person I've met that nearly makes me lose my mind. I'd be careful. It's not an appropriate sight for a little girl like you."
I fumed, nostrils flaring. "You're only three years older than me."
"Three times wiser than you'll ever be." Harry hissed. "Now, you'll go put on some comfortable clothes. And then you take your little ass downstairs and wait for me."
With a clenched jaw, I stared into his eyes with nothing but unbelievable amounts of anger. I wanted to bring my knee up to his crotch and hurt him. Hurt him to the point here he's rolling around on the floor with pain. I'd want to see him suffer for a few seconds at least. That's how boiling the man has me.
"Are we clear, little girl?"
Reluctantly, I murmured, "Clear as day."
note// idk but this harry makes me sweat. bye.
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