Farfalla

16.

8:30 PM

Harry's attraction to me outside a few days ago had struck me with curiosity. Had Harry acquired a hidden attraction towards me? I found it hard to believe from the way he talked to me but maybe I wasn't far off. The way his eyes drew to me at times when I wore sports bras with only short shorts made me curious as to what he thought of me.

It also begged my own questions surrounding myself, had I developed a crush on Harry? No. It wasn't possible not after the way he treats me. He never gave me the time of day most of the time and with his angered tones, there was no way in hell I could fall for someone like that. He was constantly fighting a war with me and I was losing.

Where did those urges come from during Harry's short story about his tattoo? Where had these s****l feelings come from? Surely they were a one-time thing and weren't going to reoccur.

Opening up my bedroom door I headed for the bathroom I looked around while closing the door, scanning for towels. The towels seemed to be running short and with nothing to dry myself with I opened back up the door and strode towards Harry's bedroom to ask where he kept the spare towels.

Knocking lightly his door, it creaked open causing me to push it further and peek into the bedroom. Taking small steps till I was inside I heard the shower going in the cracked open door of his own bathroom. From standing next to his bedroom door I caught a clear view of Harry's bare backside. Not knowing what to do with my eyes I kept them fixated on his toned bottom.

Water ran down his toned back muscles causing pretend drool to drop from my mouth. His body was perfectly defined when I admired the way his muscles flexed when he went to shampoo his curly mop for hair. Not knowing if I should continue to watch him through a medium sized crack in the door or scammer I stayed a few more seconds.

The same urges as before returning as my eyes grazed his body. Everything about the way he moved under the water drew me in, causing my s****l urges to heighten. This, however, came to an end when I heard the sound of the water stop. Becoming more alert I darted my eye to the door and began running to it quietly. I couldn't be around when Harry came out of the shower if he had seen me I might as well end my own life.

Leaving the door slightly open I kept a watchful eye as he wrapped a white towel around his waist never turning to face towards me when doing so. Hearing a knock at the door my head turned automatically, turning my attention down the hall where I had heard the sound.

This alarmed me a little knowing that hearing someone on the outside wasn't common. We never got company and for good reason. Moving slowly away from Harry's door I made my way down the hall. My nerves pricking my skin each step I took towards the front door. Who could this person possibly be or want?

Extending my hand over the doorknob I began twisting it slowly as if to give myself extra time to prepare for what I might see. Then again maybe I was making a bigger deal out of this then it needed to be. Pulling the door open I looked out to see no one, nothing but a painted blue sky and the sound of birds chirping. Nothing but the vineyard across the street that I still wouldn't mind visiting.

Looking down to my feet I noticed my toes touching that of a stem. Tilting my head to the side I bent down to pick up the bouquet of red roses left by my feet. Bringing them to my nose I took in a sniff smiling at the floral scent, I wonder who was kind enough to bring these by. Was it a mistake? Where these really meant for me?

Noticing a little white card poking out to the side I picked it out and turned it away from the blank side to reveal black inked words. Pulling my brows together I read the words carefully.

I see you little Farfalla.

"What the hell is this?" Harry stormed up from behind me causing me to drop the flowers instantly. Feeling a prick of pain I looked to see one of the thorns from the flowers had nicked me.

Gasping after reading the card Harry reached to shut out the natural sunlight from the front door. Still, in his white towel that wrapped around his waist, he turned around to face me with a clenched jaw like always. His expression less than pleased when he saw that I had opened the door without his permission.

"I just thought-" I cut my own self off knowing that I didn't have anything to justify my actions. I looked and saw I was beginning to bleed from the Rose thorn piercing my skin.

"What is that? Who are those from?" Harry called out seeing the little card in my hand and the roses that had fallen to my feet. I was frozen as the words on the card left me paralyzed.

His hair still wet causing his curls to reform under the water that had flattened them, Harry's eyes looked intensely into my own. Swiping the card away from my hand I kept my eyes on his as his brows knit together reading the short sentence.

"Get your things we are leaving," Harry instructed throwing the card to the floor and taking my wrist to lead me down the hall.

"Who sent the flowers?" I asked Harry focusing on his hand wrapped around my wrist like a watch. Fear engulfing me when I wasn't receiving an answer from Harry. "Harry?"

"Get your things now! Don't make me ask again!" He released me as he went into his bedroom and began gathering various things that laid around his room. Not taking another second to worry about what Harry was doing I raced to my room and began to pull out my duffle bag from the bottom dresser drawer.

Throwing the duffle bag onto the bed I then rapidly threw all the clothing I had into the bag watching it fill up from each article of clothing. Zipping up my bag I hauled the strap over my shoulder and made my way over to Harry's room where I saw him on the phone with his bag over his shoulder.

"We are leaving now.." Harry spoke into the phone as he walked past me causing me to follow behind. Making sure to not fall behind Harry opened up the front door and made his way to the car. Looking around one last time at the home we had lived in for a little while I told it goodbye with my eyes before shutting the front door and walking to the car where Harry had already started the engine.

I see you little Farfalla.

-June 18, 2016