Eternal [HS]

Chapter Four

SHE IS GOING TO RIP HER HAIR OUT if she has to waste another precious moment of her life with this asshole.

It took fifteen minutes of being in the car with him after departing from Niall's house for her to want to unbuckle herself, unlock the passenger door, and throw herself out of his moving car. He kept making annoying little comments about being stuck with her for the next month, and she couldn't handle it anymore.

She often prides herself on her patience with others. After all, when working in a hospital, you have to be a calm, empathic person to be the best worker you can be.

Patients can be rude, upset, or downright abusive, but you have to put on a relaxed front to handle anything that happens. The way she sees it, the people she treats at work are going through some of the hardest, most vulnerable moments of their lives and need someone with patience. It reminds her of her situation right now, except Harry isn't giving her any patience or empathy, all he's giving her is complaints and coldness.

So, she did exactly what she wanted to.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, unlocked the passenger door, and rolled out of his moving car. In all fairness, he wasn't going very fast when she did it, so she didn't understand what all of the fuss was about, but the tires screeched to a halt as he came running after her.

He rolled his eyes at where she walked on the empty road ahead of him as he said, "You're fragile! For fuck's sake, y'just recovered from the attack and you're jumping out of cars..."

She whipped around to face him faster than a striking snake, face scrunched with anger.

"I'm fragile?" she asked, "I'm fragile?"

The argument continued from that point for quite some time before either of them found the good sense to get back inside the car.

For some reason, she couldn't help but find an issue with every single sentence that left his mouth. It's not like it was her fault that he got stuck with her for the next few weeks, so she didn't see why he had to take it out on her.

It's now pitch black outside, and Harry's house is shrouded beneath the sanctuary of the swaying forest trees beneath the moonless sky.

Earlier, it was dark out too, but a less intense darkness. She meant to ask him about it, to ask why it looked so gloomy, blue, and dark in the middle of the day, but forgot to in the heat of everything that happened. It looked like the sun was hidden behind the thickest curtain of clouds she had ever seen, so much so that it disappeared from existence. Even for winter, such consistent clouds and darkness seemed odd.

The inside of the house, however, glows with the faint yellow light of candles and the soft lighting of the lamps he has scattered around the house. She didn't have the chance to inspect the place earlier in her rush to see Niall and have her questions answered, but now she finds the time to familiarize herself with where she'll be staying for the next month. That is if she doesn't find a way back home by then, with or without his and Niall's blessing.

Harry is stretched out on the couch, scribbling in a notebook, when she walks down the stairs and aims for the kitchen. Her stomach started grumbling after she jumped out of the car, and she's been dreaming of getting something to eat ever since. After all, she was asleep for two days, so the hunger was bound to hit her at some point once the adrenaline wore off.

Her footfalls are nearly silent on her trek to the kitchen, and all he hears before her confused tone of voice invades the room is the sound of the cabinet opening.

"Harry?"

His focus doesn't bother diverting from his notebook when he responds. Instead, he continues what he was doing and hums in response.