5 Threat

                                    

                                          
I spent an hour chatting with my brother about my flight from there to here. It was terrible and exhausting but I don't feel so tired. I refused to tell my brother my encounter with Harry an hour ago. 
                          
I haven't heard from Harry since he came here informing me about Anne and Robin. I was disappointed when he didn't even gave me a simple smile or even just a welcome hug. Maybe he was just shy like I was? I hope I'll get my old best friend back. Is he was the ten years old Harry I last hugged with, he would be messing with my hair like he always does and hug me when I pout. 
                          
I cringe. 
                          
But we're not children anymore. People do change a lot. Maybe it's just me who didn't change.
                          
I spent another hour writing every single detail down on my journal because whenever I have something bothering me, I always write it down for me to feel better afterwards. Writing for me is like talking to your therapist. 
                          
I wonder what Harry's room looks like. Out of curiosity and being nosey, I climb off the bed and walk towards the door. 
                          
I'm just going to have a look on his room and I'll go. I don't think he'll be here anyway. I heard the front door closing when I close mine too. 
                          
Perfect 
                          
I notice Harry's door slightly open. He may forget to lock it when he left. 
                          
As I get closer, I hear moaning and silent groans. 
                          
What the 
                          
I push the door wide open revealing Harry and a blonde girl disgustingly straddling his torso wearing only a lace red bra. By the sight I have, I want to vomit for the rest of my life until I forget this. 
                          
I don't know what I did but Harry caught my eyes and he tenses. He immediately pushed the girl off him causing her to fall on the wooden floor with a squeal. 
                          
Ouch that must hurt. Well good for you, darling. 
                          
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Harry whisper shouts at me grabbing a white t-shirt from the floor. 
                          
"I... Anne..." I trail off. The blonde girl with blue eyes stands up from the floor picking up her tube from the floor as well. She's wearing a tiny skirt that I swear if she bends down a little, people could utterly see her ass. 
                          
"Get out" Harry snaps at me. I can't seem to know what else to do since I've never seen anyone done this before so I quickly ran away from his room to mine panting. 
                          
I can't believe Harry is like this. 
                          
I sit in bed shocked by what I just have seen. 
                          
Moments later, there was heavy foot steps until my door swung open. Harry is standing in front of the door way half dressed. 
                          
Screwed.
                          
Did he really just finished it with the girl after I left his room? 
                          
"I'm sorry!" I stand up from bed and walk towards him. "I didn't mean to interrupt..." I begin to explain but he cuts me off by grabbing my hand and pinned me against the wall. 
                          
"I can be your worst enemy if your fucking tongue splits a word about what happened there" he warns me eyes glaring, his nostril flare. 
                          
It's not like I'm going go tell Anne I saw him and a girl almost having sex in her house with me being in the next room. 
                          
Harry's so different now. We both know I'm not the kind of girl who likes to gossip and all. 
                          
"What happened exactly?" I raise my brow at him. 
                          
His hot minty breath hits my face sending goosebumps in my entire body. He leans into me. I try to move but his other hand stops me. 
                          
Bloody hell my heart beats fast and hard again. 
                          
I have to stand up for myself
                          
"And did you just threatened me?" I tilt my chin gaining confidence. I swear to God he's face is so priceless with my attitude. I wanna laugh out so loud right now but I have to stand for myself first. "Well, I can be you're frightened wicked little bitch" I try to say the words as the best way as possible forcing myself not to cringe with the odd words that came out of my mouth. 
                          
Harry's reaction was the exact opposite than I thought. He throws his head back at laughter. He removes both of his hand from the wall to his sides. 
                          
Finally I can breath properly but I can't help and take a glimpse of his bare stomach. He has a butterfly tattoo and like leaves or ferns in the hips. 
                          
What happened to my sweet little Harry and how did he turned out to be like this? I mean there is nothing wrong with having tattoos because it's art and I even like him having it but there's gotta be a reason behind it. Reason behind his sudden change of his attitude. He never treated me like this. He never raised a voice at me whenever he's angry.
                          
"You sure with that wicked little bitch?" he mocks me imitating my voice with a ridiculous girly tone.
                          
"That tone of yours fits your fucking soul. Fake and disgusting" I spit and slam the door shut behind me. I forgot that was my room and I left him there. There's nothing I'm hiding there and He would be out there by now. 
                          
I go downstairs instead and search for Anne. I'm not sure if they are back yet but I don't have any choice. I went to the kitchen first and the smell of cookies fills my nostrils and find Anne standing in front of the oven, her back at me wearing an apron with a simple t-shirt and pants. Another thing I love the most with Anne is her simplicity. She's rich as hell but she acts like she isn't and I adore her for that. 
                          
The kitchen has white tiles floor with a granite counter table in the center. The stool is full of cooking equipment and has full cabinets above it. The wall was also painted in white with some windows that has full view of their wonderful garden. This house is amazingly perfect. I may said that a lot of times by now. 
                          
"Can I help?" I offer to Anne. She notices me and her face lights up. 
                          
"I'd love to" she grins. 
                          
"I didn't know you're a good baker" I lighten up the mood whilst she ribbons the apron from my back. 
                          
"Still learning how to do it properly without burning it" she jokes. I know Anne since I was little and I know for a fact that she's a quick learner and a great cook. 
                          
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After baking with Anne, she called Harry from upstairs and forced him to have snack with us, dragging him to the kitchen. It's a huge relief seeing Harry finally fully clothed. I don't know how the blond girl went out of the house or Anne didn't invite her for the snakcs. I het the girl jumped out the window. 
                          
Robin on the other hand has to go somewhere because he said something came up. He excused himself leaving Anne, Harry, and I in the kitchen granite counter table.
                          
"What was that noise upstairs?" Anne asks. I'm not sure if she's asking me or Harry so I keep my head down and focus on my food to prevent me from laughing. 
                          
"What noise?" Harry asks acting all innocent 
                          
Lair
                          
"That loud noise upstairs" Anne says drinking the water beside her plate. 
                          
"I haven't heard any noise" Harry shrugs shoving a full cookie to his throat. 
                          
That's it! I can't hold my laughter anymore! I grab the glass in the table, stand up to retrieve water in the fridge. While I turn around, I open my mouth laughing without making any single sound.
                          
"Amber are you okay?" Anne asks me concerned 
                          
I take a deep deep breath before turning around and answer her "Yes" and glance at Harry who looks away trying to stop himself from smiling.