Shadow

Seventeen

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"Yes." I breath as Harry aggressively pushes me up against the wall. His forehead presses against mine and he looks in my eyes before telling me what I want to hear. I lightly tug at his hair as he finds the crook of my neck and chills shiver my body as his breath fans over my skin.

The familiar puncturing threatens my neck, but I can't help but recognize that it doesn't feel like last time. Nothing is happening and I whine when The amazing feeling isn't happening and each second it doesn't, I crave for it more and more!

"Ellie." Harry's voice booms, but I push on his neck.

"Do it! Please!" I plead and Harry leaves my neck before looking at me confused. He begins shaking my shoulders and calling my name repeatedly which makes me completely puzzled.

My body jolts up from bed and I find Harry holding the side of my arm. When I meet his eyes, fright is laced within them and I try and catch my breath from being woken up from my dream. Wow. That was a dream? It felt so real. And what sucks is I really wish that it wasn't. For some reason I want Harry to suck my blood again. I'm sure it's just because of the dream though, right?

"What the hell? What's wrong?" Harry asks before rubbing my arm in a soothing way. He looks worried and it's almost cute the way he is staring at me. Oh god, one dream and now I'm calling him cute? Maybe it's because he's giving me what I want? I'm getting Esmay back and Louis is going to be fine, so maybe my hatred is slowly fading.

"When can we go pick up Esmay?" I ask eagerly and Harry rolls his eyes from me not answering his question.

"If you tell me why you were yelling my name and telling me to do whatever it was you wanted me to do, then never." A smirk grows on his face and I feel my cheeks heat up. I look down to the comforter before shaking my head and forming a lie.

"I didn't have a dream." I shrug. "Must've just been saying gibberish." I add to my lie before slipping my body out of bed. The t-shirt rises over my bum and I quickly drag the shirt down to cover it. I flip my body around to face Harry and he's already looking at me with a smug grin. I know my cheeks are red because Harry lets out a chuckle before climbing out of bed after me.

"Would you like to shower?" He asks and I keep my feet planted next to the bed while he walks into the bathroom. My heart drops at the thought of him making me take a shower with him. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. He shows back up in the doorway of the bathroom door with raised eyebrows, but I stand still.

"You can take one by yourself. I'd rather you take one with me, but it's your choice." He states and I'm surprised he's giving me a choice. When I first arrived, it seemed as if I couldn't do anything I wanted unless Harry said to do it, but now he's giving me a choice.

"By myself, please." I mumble while looking down at my feet. Harry lets out a small laugh as he shakes his head and I actually relieved he wasn't mad I wanted to take one by myself.

He returns back into the bathroom completely before walking over to the shower. He opens up the glass door and turns on the faucet- steam immediately covering the room.

"Suit yourself." He yells while beginning to pull down his boxers. I see half his cheek before I move my sight to the floor. I slowly look back up into the bathroom and I can only see half of Harry's body showing through the glass doors, but the steam quickly smudges the image.

For some odd reason, I almost feel myself regretting saying no to taking a shower with him and I want to go jump in with him, but I shake off the feeling before finally moving my feet towards the bathroom. Once I was in the doorway, I could fully see Harry's figure but it was still smudged from the steam. Master noticed me standing there because his hand came to the glass before whipping it to make a clear hole where he could look through.