"What are you doing?" I ask him, my voice quivering in fear.

Waiting for Harry to answer, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a black t-shirt and a jacket.

"Changing, whatelse?" He finally responds, a hint of sarcasm clear in his voice as he puts the shirt on.

I let out a sigh of relief as I placed a hand on my chest and sat up. Oh god, I must've looked rediculous. When am I ever going to stop myself from humiliation. I should contain myself from being paranoid like seriously.

"You're so clumsy, do you know that?" Harry chuckles as he threw the soaked shirt into the hamper and approaches the bed.

"I know." I gulped, watching every move he makes. Calm down, Brae.

"Oh, and Brae?" He crawls over me, my body slowly falling onto the bed, I could feel the mattress caressing my clothe back.

"Ye-Yeah?" I stutter.

"DIE!" he screamed, and that's when everything turned pitch-black.