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14

It's been two days. 

I haven't been able to sleep very well either of these nights. I've just been contemplating how the hell I got here. I have so many questions for Harry. From the past and for the future. I just don't know how to slip them into an everyday conversation. As if there is such a thing as an everyday conversation with me and Harry. I haven't really been talking or seeing him as much.

It's more like Harlow and Harry switch for the day or me and Niall. There's just been occasional, "Where's the shampoo?" or, "Can I borrow your towels?"

Neither of us spoke about the whole first aid thing these past couple days. It's just awkward. One second we're firing at each other, and then another, we're actually getting along. 

I was thinking about getting a job maybe. I know it's only been two days, but I need to continue school. I was thinking that I could continue my major at NYU or Columbia. I would just have to go through the whole application process all over again. But it looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while, so I guess I just have to start adapting.

It's 4AM, and I'm sitting in the living room like I have been doing these two days. At home, I usually wake up around this time and make breakfast.

Adapting isn't going so great.

I was supposed to start my classes again today. But I had to call the University last night and tell them my family is forcing me to move to the United States. Which is technically not a complete lie, except it's a bunch of people who have it out for Harry who are pushing me to relocate.

I'm sitting with my legs spread across the couch and my hands supporting a book I found lying around. I'm not really a slut for supernatural stuff, but The Vampire Diaries is getting really good. I'm surprised someone like Harry would own a book like this. It's so peaceful. I lit a few candles, and the only noise in the entire apartment is just my breaths and flips of pages. Stefan just kissed Elena, but there's like six more books, so this isn't gonna end well.

All my serenity is shattered with a few footsteps growing louder behind me. I don't bother to turn my head because I obviously know who it is.

"Why are you up so early?" He says, approaching me with tired eyes.

"I'm not tired." I sound like a four-year-old.

He doesn't say anything further, knowing there's no point arguing. He takes a deep breath, eyeing what's between my hands. I continue reading, pretending not to know that he's clearly staring at me. There are dark circles under his eyes, I can tell he couldn't sleep either.

"Where'd you get that?" Harry asks, rubbing his eyes.

"Found it lying above the piano." I can't focus on the words when he's talking to me. It's like a bee buzzing in my ear.

Harry blinks, "I've heard you up these past two nights too. This isn't permanent, you know that right?"

"Yeah I know. I just want to go back home."

"I'm just trying to keep you safe Noelle. I have no intention of being shoved into this house with you." He sighs after his sentence.

Is he slow? Does he think the only reason I want to go back home is because of my apartment? He doesn't realize I left behind so much for this shit. I have so many questions about everything. About my mom, about Harry, about me, about all the incidents. I'm not stupid. Those were all targeted attacks. For who I'm not exactly sure. But I'm leaning towards Harry. He's been quite clear that he isn't the best individual, what else am I supposed to think of him? More people could be after him for all I know.