I wake up and shout when I feel someone beside me. I look over.
"Shit Harry." I hit him, calming myself down.
"Hi." He smiles, he kisses my cheek, moving down to my neck. I get a feeling of giving into his temptation, I don't. I'm only fifteen- he's nineteen.
"Harry I can't my parents are home." He stops and stares at me with a puppy dog face, I know I can't. I can't end up like one of those pregnant girls on television.
"Stop it." I hit him.
"How the hell did you get in here anyways?" I look at him.
"The window was unlocked." He nods towards the window, I feel the draft.
"Jesus Harry." I take the sheets off and hurry to the window, closing it without making noise. I get back in bed.
"Great. Now I'm cold." I say.
"So am I. Maybe we can cuddle- you know for warmth." He whispers with his adorable british accent.
"If you really want to." I tease him, regretting saying no to him. I turn around and feel his body make contact with mine. He wraps his hands around me.