□ Noah Carter □
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□ Visits and Kisses □

I type on my computer, my eyes darting left and right as I read the words. This is more of an office job, but I earn a lot of money. It's enough to keep Harry and I out of debt. It's also enough to make sure that Harry doesn't get a job. It's probably the one way to see that he doesn't meet anyone else.

I sound possessive, but I'm not. I just don't want to lose the one I love. Ever since my dad started abusing me, Harry was there for me. We became best friends. I'm not losing him anytime soon.

I remember our first kiss. His lips were soft. The temperature in his room had turned warm. His magic must've made it cooler or something. He didn't feel it, but it didn't matter.

Harry's lips tasted like oranges and cranberries from his scented chapstick. His hair was soft. I loved running my hands through the locks. Harry seemed to know what to do when he kissed me. We clicked and worked together.

When Harry pulled away slightly, I frowned a bit. He was panting a bit. "We're best friends. Yet we're making out," he said, blushing. I smiled, relieved that he wasn't disgusted. "Are things going to be awkward between us now?" Harry asked me, his eyes full of sadness.

"No," I answered. "Nothing's going to be awkward. We're the same people we've always been," I added. Harry beamed again as I kissed his nose. Harry blushed more. I kissed him again, and he kissed me back.

My reception enters my office, telling me that Harry's here. I grin and tell her to let him in. Harry comes in and smiles weakly. He took a shower and smells like apple pie. He's handsome as usual.

I walk over to him and kiss him deeply. He kisses me back, and I place my hands in the small of his back. I pull him closer to me, and Harry lets out a little noise. It's either a whimper or a moan. But I can't figure out what it was.

I pull away and keep my arms around him. Harry's cheeks are a faint pink, yet his eyes have something hidden in them. That was always the trouble with Harry. His eyes always betrayed him whenever he was either upset or angry. But he did gain control of his magic, which was good in the end.

"Noah, Dr. Heart called. He knows this is sudden, but he wants to see me in his office about 2:30 in the afternoon. I said I'd call him back. Is it okay if I go?" Harry asks me. That's what was bothering him. I told him to ask me for permission. I nod, smiling softly. "Go see Dr. Heart. If he asked to see you, it's okay," I say.

Harry smiles and hands me my lunch. "You forgot this when you left this morning," he says. I take it and put it on the floor. I chuckle lightly to myself. I won't tell him the actual reason why I "forget" my lunch.

I leave my lunch at home so he can come see me every day. He's asleep whenever I leave. The dried blood on his face and arms scares the Hell out of me. What did I do to him? Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I throw up because I was drinking.

Oh, God, I turned out like my parents. I swore to myself that I wouldn't be like them. But I am. I'm an alcoholic like my mother. Am I abusing Harry like my father did me?

Harry leaves after he says "Good-bye," and I call him back. "Yes?" Harry asks, his eyes betraying him again. They're full of fear. He's scared of me. I go to sit behind my desk and ask, "Can we talk when I get home tonight? Just you and me?"

When I enter my house, I smell salmon. That's my favorite fish, and Harry knows that. I go into the kitchen and see Harry reading a history book at the table. The salmon is in the oven, and some rice is boiling on the stove. I smile and wrap my arms around Harry's shoulders.

"Hi, love," I say. Harry tenses up and smiles, putting his book down. I kiss him deeply when I sit next to him, placing my hands on his face. He kisses me back but is hesitant. The timers go off, and I get the food ready.

I heat up a can of spinach for vegetables on the side. I put some rice, spinach, and salmon on a plate for Harry. I do the same for myself. Harry grabs two forks and pours some iced tea into two glasses for us. We eat in silence until I clear my throat.

Harry looks at me. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to you," I say. "I want to make it up to you," I add. Harry turns his gaze over to his plate. "Harry, talk to me," I beg.

"Noah, I want you to stop drinking," says Harry carefully. "That's what you've been doing after we got our IDs. You drink," he continues. That would explain the hangovers. I drink until I black out at home. But that doesn't explain why Harry has new scars every day.

I've avoided the bars for a week now. I head straight home after work and spend time with Harry. His birthday is coming up, so I have to get him a present. I remember when we were going to have sex for the first time. But Harry told me to stop because he wasn't ready.

Maybe he will be this time. It's just kissing and an occasional make out with us. I wanna see if we can take our relationship to a physical level. If Harry'll let me, I can bring some alcohol to the house. But it all depends on what he says.

I ran my hands through Harry's hair as we made out on his bed. We've kept our relationship a secret for a while now, and I wanted to take it to the next level. I kept one hand underneath Harry's head while I placed my lips on his neck. I kissed his throat slowly while Harry sat up hurriedly. I ended up kissing his stomach, and I gazed at him, confused.

"Noah, I love you, but I don't want to … have sex just yet," said Harry to me as he scooted up closer to the headboard. I sat cross-legged on the bed. "We're seventeen. I know that there's no risk of pregnancy, but there is a risk of STDs," he added. I nodded, saying, "Okay. We'll wait until you're ready." Harry smiled, and I couldn't help but grin.

"Harry, do you want to?" I ask my boyfriend as he sips some water. He didn't agree to the alcohol, so I bought some soda. Harry looks at me and shakes his head. "No," he says. "I don't want to have sex," he elaborates.

"Harry, why are you scared?" I snap. I don't know where this temper came from. Harry flinches like this has happened before. "Noah, I'm not ready," he stammers, clearly frightened of me. "Please stop yelling," he adds.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I yell, getting up from my seat. Harry stands up and backs up. "Noah, p-please," he sobs, tears welling up in his eyes. I do something that terrifies me: I ended up hitting Harry. I also did something far worse: I raped him.

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