CHAPTER 4: '…When the water filled every hole"
As I sat in the same lecture chair I always sat in, it felt different. Obviously it was different, I had him with me. I introduced him to my friend Matilda that I always sat beside in this class, getting the pleasantries out of the way.
"Harry this is Matilda, my friend who suffers through physical chemistry with me. Matilda this is Harry my…" I paused, not knowing what to say next. What was he to me? I knew what he was to ME, but what do I say to others? 'Hi this is Harry, my uncommitted-not-exactly-a-boyfriend-but-we-hook-up-every-once-in-a-while friend?' This is what gave me doubts sometimes, what were we in the sense of labels? I was suddenly taken out of my contemplation when Harry began to speak.
"..her love slave. Nice to meet you" he said as he stuck his hand out to shake. OH MY GOD, he did NOT just say that. I stood there in utter shock, feeling the heat rise in my face, knowing that I was turning a deep shade of red at that very moment. Matilda just started to laugh and sat down. Thank God she just brushed it off, I did not feel like answering any questions people had to ask. What scared me most was that I didn't know if I even HAD the answers for those questions.
He sat on my left side, further away from the aisle, trying to blend into the background, but I caught a couple of girls glancing over at me and whispering. Surely they didn't recognize him? When I had heard of his band initially, I thought I was the only one in all of Canada. But maybe they recognized him from the concert at the beginning of the school year? Oh yeah… that concert. Of course that's what it was.
My professor began to lecture, and this is when I begin to tune out. I couldn't help it. The professor had this soft monotone voice, with a cute Italian accent, and it didn't help that he was talking about thermodynamics and mixtures of gases and all that boring stuff. But I willed myself to continue focusing on the professor, I had to pay attention to him, I had to do well in this course.
I kept feeling a pair of eyes, burning a hole into the side of my face. I turned to look at Harry and saw him sitting there with a content smile on his face, resting his chin on his hand as he leaned against the arm rest.
"What?" I asked in a hushed tone, trying not to draw attention to myself.
He leaned in closer to me, bringing his lips up to my ear while brushing away the loose strands of hair from my face. In a low, lust filled tone he breathed into my ear.
"You have this hot librarian thing going with your hair tied back and those glasses on, concentrating so hard. I just want to kiss you so hard and run my hands all over your body…"
I didn't even let him finish, as I began to blush profusely, dropping my face to my hands and shaking my head. How did he have this way with me? He made me want to do things that I never imagined myself doing. As he said what he wanted to do to me, all the thoughts of physical chemistry left my head and I was filled with unspeakable images of me and Harry, in the lecture hall, with no one around. I heard him laugh quietly as his hand caught my face.
"You know you're so cute when you blush like that? Makes me want you even more" he continued to whisper into my ear, causing me to burn up and shiver all at the same time. I composed myself, and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Later. I'll definitely make it worth your while if you're a patient little boy" I said in a mock librarian voice, seeing that this excited him. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, hating it when people showed displays of affection in public, and turned back to focus my attention to the professor in front of me.
No matter how hard I tried, it was no use. The fact that he was right beside me, that I could hear him breathing and I could smell him, distracted me like nothing else could. It was funny; I usually spent most of my time in this class day-dreaming about being with him, and just feeling his touch. Now I was here, but I had him here with me. Right beside me. If I wanted to, I could reach over and grab his hand and feel him. This made me so happy. Happier than I thought it would. It's too much, too fast; I shouldn't depend on him so much for so much happiness. Is it healthy for one person to instil so much happiness into another individual?
I was snapped out of my day-dream by the feeling of something heavy on my shoulder. It was Harry, fast asleep as my professor continued to drone on. Bless him; he lasted as long as he could. Longer than I thought he would. The only reason I lasted this long without dozing off was because I had practice. I had a year and a half of boring lectures already under my belt, so you could say I was almost immune to the boringness. Almost.
So I focused my attention back to the material in the lecture and did my best to understand exactly what my professor was saying. No use. I was still lost.
After another dreary 40 minutes, the lecture ended and everyone started to leave the lecture hall. I kept getting strange glances thrown at me as other students passed by. I just had to ignore them. I waited until everyone was gone before I decided to wake Harry up. Thank God there was no class in here afterwards, because it meant we had the lecture hall to ourselves. I was going to have fun with this.
I slowly moved my books off my lap and shifted slightly in my seat. I placed my hand ever so gently onto his cheek and moved his head off my shoulder, resting it back onto the seat. I then moved myself onto him, straddling his legs and resting my arms on his shoulders, letting my hands run through his hair. I then slowly brought my lips to his face, softly kissing every inch of his face. I could feel him starting to stir and found that this was my chance. I closed the final gap between myself and him and crashed my lips against his. I slowly but deeply kissed his lips, and soon I felt him respond. I felt his hands come to life, as he wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me closer to him. He lifted me up slightly and brought his hand to the back of my head, pushing me in even closer. I could feel his other hand slowly make its way down towards the waist of my jeans and under the hem of my shirt as the heat between us increased.
Never in a million years did I think I would be sitting here, in a lecture hall, in a compromising position with Harry. But wow, did it ever feel good. I broke away from him, slightly out of breath and looked down at him seductively.
"Wow" he breathed out with a look of complete pleasure across his face. He began to speak again, but I just took my finger and placed it over his mouth, cutting him off. In a low and seductive growl I began to speak.
"Thank you for being so patient, now I told you that it would be worth your while. But I have to say, I think I'm going to have to punish you for that little comment about you being my 'love slave' earlier. Maybe I'll have to show you the true meaning of the word".
With that, I pulled off my glasses in a slow and seductive manner, placing them on the seat beside me, and then I took out the elastic from my hair, letting my hair fall down to my shoulders. I could see the excitement in his eyes, and the way he just couldn't contain himself. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to me, bringing his lips to within centimetres of mine. I slowly ran my tongue along his bottom lip, then lightly biting his lip and tugging gently. This sent him into a frenzy, and I felt him explode with movement, wrapping his arms around me, lifting me slightly, and bringing me even closer to him than I already was. He brought his face to mine, just brushing his lips past mine, and then moving his mouth to my ear. I felt his erratic breath tickle my ear and then in the lowest, most primal voice I had ever heard he began to speak.
"You are SO hot, you have no idea what you do to me. But you shouldn't tease me like that, I'll have to repay you in some way, and I might not be so nice" he growled while sucking lightly on my ear.
I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him one more time with such desire that I had never experienced. It was a rough kiss, full of raw passion that was more primal than anything. Then my brain clicked in and I quickly broke away. He looked at me with a confused expression and I couldn't help but smile.
"Why did you stop?" he asked breathlessly.
"Because, love slave, I have another class in…" I looked up at the clock, "…3 minutes. So let's get a move on. You'll enjoy this class, its organic chemistry and the professor is hilarious".
I quickly got up, tied my hair back, and put my glasses back on. I packed up my books and started to do up my jacket, when I noticed Harry still sitting with a blank expression on his face.
"Come on Harry, you wouldn't want me to be late now would you?" I said in a teasing voice. He just looked up at me, got up and stood as close to me as he could without being me. He looked down on me, his breathing now more stable and wrapped his arms around me.
"You are such a tease…" he said right before kissing me one final time with so much passion that I felt my knees go weak. He broke away, keeping his face close to mine, "…we better finish this later" he said with a laugh. He then reached down and gently did up my jacket, bundling me up against the cold in a protective manner. We then walked out, and as we made our way up the aisle, he grabbed my hand and held it so softly.
This caught me off guard; we were never ones for showing public displays of affection. This wasn't because we didn't feel for each other, but it was always something I believed in. I hated it when people were all over each other in public places, made me sick. Maybe I was just jaded, but I thought that things like that should be left for private. Harry was the same way. His jadedness stemmed from his profession. He was always worried about photographs being taken and the public invading into his personal life. There was no way that he could get away with holding a girl's hand in England without someone getting a photograph and then tons of tumultuous love affair stories stemming from such an innocent act, so he just learned to control himself. I guess I must have stopped moving because I suddenly looked up and saw Harry's face. I looked up at him and I couldn't stop the smile from growing on my face. I moved closer to him and stood up on tip-toes to move closer to his face. I kissed him gently, lingering for a while longer. Pulling away I began to speak.
"Thank you" I whispered.
"For what?" he asked confused.
"Just for being here. With me" I answered.
"Always" he answered. With that one simple word, my heart fluttered and I was doomed. I had fallen for him. I had fallen hard.
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