Lost

Chapter 20

I wake up to a wet pillow.

I must have been crying all night long and that’s exactly how I feel like. My head hurts, my eyes are sore and my lips feel like I have bitten them open all the night over and over again. I can not help myself but feel like I am the worst human being on earth. Something is wrong.

When I look around, I notice that this room is somehow very familiar to me. The normal white walls, this bed, the lonely window. Yes, I know where I am. And the moment I remember what happened, I jump out of the bed and rush over to the door to escape the walking death before he knows I am still in his damn house, the damn thing called Hazard.  If Harry finds out I slept here, I am sure he will kill me or torment me halfway to death. I am not sure why, but I believe he would do that.

Lucky me runs straight into his arms. Why not. And he stares at me in surprise, confusion and anger. But I am not even surprised, he lives here, why would I have such a luck to be not seen by him. I had a little chance escaping him in his own house.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me with a bit raspy morning voice.

Apart from that he almost growls at me, this sounds very sexy. And I am only being honest when I say I am afraid of him but in a very attracted way. This is confusing.

“I-I am sorry, if guess I fell asleep in.. there” I say and swallow to be able to speak. I am nervous as hell and I feel like I am about to faint. But I do not, fortunately.

He stares into my eyes and I am sure I have never seen such green eyes. Maybe I will never do that, because this is my last time breathing on my own. But nothing that would hurt me happens. He does me no harm, he just stares at me. And that makes me feel even more uncomfortable. Having him staring at me like that makes me feel watched and under pressure. Does he expect me to just leave? I am not sure and so I just try to stand tall against his deep look.

“C-Can I uhm.. like.. l-leave?” I ask after what feels like hours to me and try to seem calmer than I actually am. My heart is skipping a fast beat, I know I am afraid without my heart racing.

He nods. “There’s the door, don’t expect me to lead you there.”

As if I would expect him to do that. Never.

“I.. yeah, bye then.” I know I sound weak but I do not care, I just want to leave and get more distance between him and I as soon as possible and as fast as I can do that.

I hardly reach the stairs, when his voice booms through the hall. “Don’t the fuck run down the stairs, I won’t catch you again!”

I stop and frown. For a few seconds the world stops turning and I feel my heart pound. I barely breathe and his words echo in my head. Before I can tell what I am doing I turn around and look back and the curly haired boy who is staring at me with his dark and dangerous eyes. For this moment I feel like he cares about me. Like he does not want me to get hurt. He stares at me and I swear to god there is worry in his face, I swear I can see the devil in him is reaching out for my light. But what am I thinking? He rolls his eyes and turns around.

“Don’t stare at me, girl. I don’t like that, I already told you once” Harry growls and walks away.

Yeah, what was I thinking. Him? Caring about me? No.

But though he is right, I walk down the stairs slowly and care about how I walk. Falling again in this house would only mean I am too clumsy to walk on my own. This is awkward and embarrassing, so I watch my feet and reach the door without any embarrassing moments. I open it and step outside into the light. My tummy hurts and I know I am very hungry. My head hurts like hell and my eyes are still sore from crying all night. The light outside doesn’t make this any better.