Chapter 10: Vases and Jewels

                                    

                                          
*2 weeks later, Christmas Eve* 
                          
I dried my hair, the roar of the blow dryer in my ears. A single, white fluffy towel was wrapped around my body as I fluffed up my hair, trying to get it to set into place without too much of a hassle. I had just taken a shower and done my makeup, as I was about to get dressed for the party at my parents house tonight. 
                          
Now I know what you must be thinking. 
                          
Didn't my mother die and didn't my father disappear the second I popped out of my mother's pússy?
                          
Well, you're right, sadly. 
                          
But I had gotten adopted almost immediately by a couple that I could only say were the most loving parents I could possibly ask for. They were both white, whereas I was black, which caused some confusion to people, but I loved them so dearly that nothing else mattered, let alone skin colour. 
                          
And to be honest, that's exactly how the world should be. 
                          
I turned off the blow dryer and gripped the towel around my body. It was a strong habit of mine to walk around the house in nothing after a shower, but since Harry would come over so often, I had gotten used to wearing a towel. It took me a while to realize how hungry I actually was, so I made my way over to the kitchen just as I heard the front door open. 
                          
I heard footsteps as I sat down on the kitchen counter, eyes scanning the fruit basket placed beside me. I wasn't surprised when Harry sauntered in, since I had given him a spare key. Especially knowing that he's protecting me, I felt like he needed a key, not that he can't break down the door at any given time. I just don't want to have to pay my landlord more than I need. 
                          
I took in his tall stance, his head was dropped, looking at the bags in his large, tatted hands. His hair was flipped to one side as the outfit I had chosen adorned his body. Once he had walked into the room, I could smell his cologne from where I was sitting and to say it was enjoyable was an understatement. 
                          
"Hi Harry," I smiled from my spot. 
                          
"Hey mami, I brought some McDick's for us-" Harry looked up, his eyes going wide as he let out a choked sound. I my felt eyes follow the bags when Harry dropped the bags of McDonalds on the ground, as they landed with a 'thud'. 
                          
My eyes flashed back to his face. His cheeks immediately flushed pink as the tips of his ears did too. I smiled as his green eyes set themselves on my body once I got off the counter. 
                          
"You dropped the bags," I murmured as I finally reached him. I bent down to retrieve the bags and just as I was getting up, Harry pressed me against the counter, causing me to drop the bags again. 
                          
His taut physique was firmly pressed against mine, holding my back to the counter. His chest was grazing mine. The towel on me was the only thing separating my naked body from his own as his dark green eyes stared at only my face. His face was stoic; blank of any emotion while his lips were pursed. I felt one of his arms pressed against the counter behind me. 
                          
"Go put on some clothes," he practically growled out, before fisting the front part of my towel as his knuckles turned white. 
                          
"Woah, chill out there, John Cena," I spoke while letting out a nervous laugh. I patted his chest. "I just showered. All you had to do was ask."