I woke up warm, which was odd. Because when I last remember being conscious, I could hardly feel my toes. But hearing the birds likely meant it was morning by now.

My eyes flicked open, where I found myself facing the room on the same sofa I remember from yesterday. I glanced towards my feet, where another set laid placed to match mine, but much larger.

My eyes skimmed up along my body, finding two larger arms wrapped around my torso, Harry.

I felt my breathing hitch the second I realized who it was. My heart nearly pounding out of my chest when I felt his light patterned out breath hit the exposed skin on my neck.

As instinct and reflex, I slid from his embrace, standing up.

"Harry, wake the hell up!" I barked, annoyed.

I still was confused, remembering him being on the other side of the sofa last night. How did he get to my side without me noticing?

A simple groan left his throat, but not nearly enough to show he was awake enough to argue with.

Allowing my fingers to nudge him, he started to stir.

"Harry, wake up." I cooed softly this time.

A bright green came into view with mine, while a small smile played on his lips. I was taken back by the brightness of his eyes, maybe it was to do with sleep.

Acting unfazed, I continued. "Why the hell were you spooning with me?" I asked, much more forceful and cold.

His brows frowned, as I eased my face away from his, realizing how close we were.

He glanced around, noticing his new position, then turning to smile deviously, like he'd planned it.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" His morning voice now permanently staining my brain.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed.

"I have quite the effect on the ladies you know," he commented, now sitting up.

"Than I must be a man," I retorted, stepping out of reach and towards the other end of the room.

Any object would interest me more to talk to in this slowly self-destructing room. The fact that it's only been seconds after we've both woken up, and he's easily making me angry makes me beyond annoyed and frustrated.

"I'd find it odd if I were attracted to a man," he mumbled, now standing up with me.

His comment made me think, why would he say that? Maybe he hadn't thought he said it out loud for ears to hear?

"I knew you were gay," I played along for the slightest second, making sure he knew I heard him.

He seemed caught off guard, before realizing what he'd said out loud. I felt myself smiling with excitement for actually beating this boy at his own 'game'.

"It was a compliment, love." He pardoned, now serious, taking me by surprise.

"It's a compliment to be attractive to you?" I asked, holding back a chuckle.

"Most girls would love to have a shot with me," his now cheeky self returned.

"Would you stop!" I huffed, giving up. Now pacing around the room.

"What?"

"Stop with these games, I want to go home." I bit back angrily.

"So you can go home to another man in Hunter's bed?" His question sounding so natural, like he thought about it before he'd say anything.

I lost it, what happened next was out my control.

My fists now beating on his chest in frustration while he took it. He actually took the beating. I continued to pound down on him, until my arms grew weak and tired, my body not able to throw another punch.

Tears began to form my eyes, as I stepped away. How could he say something like that, knowing it was a touchy subject?

"Woah, Woah, Woah," he rambled, completely surprised by my reaction after.

He stepped forward, making me try and keep the distance by stepping back. Only to fail when he pinned me against one of the several dusty walls.

His head dipped down, now to eye level. His lips nearly brushing mine, while he breathed on me, fanning my face with his warm breath.

The tears cut back slightly, but some still managed to escape.

"I'm sorry," he breathed lightly. "I just.. didn't -" "you knew that was a touchy subject, you were there. But instead you use it against me." I shivered.

All he did was nod, biting his lower lip in thought. Did he actually regret it? I doubt it. For all I know, he just wanted under my pants.

"I took the joke too far, I know."

"The joke? I quit joking with you ages ago, Harry. Haven't you got the hint?" I asked, feeling another wave of tears dwell my eyes.

He looked pained to see me so upset. Almost like he cared.

"I'll take you home," he replied dryly, with lack of any emotion.

He stepped away from me and the un-trustworthy wall, walking towards the front door. I collected myself and my emotions, before following in suit, shutting the door securely behind me.

Notes

I updated :D But I have to do laundry ... BOOOOOOO! -_-

I've noticed a trend on this website.. Most of Harry's personalities have had a bad life experience in the past, and are either struggling, still hurt, broken, punk, blah blah blah. Well most of those signs show psychopathic trends for killings and such.
So when I always read about how he only beats people up, and he doesn't have a mental disorder due to a dramatic past, causing him to create a trend in killings, makes me laugh... Because that's what the reality of it would be, especially if you went down that road, and "got" yourself out of it..
Because you can't just "get" yourself out of it, or someday realize you're fucking your life up. It actually needs special treatment and medication, and counselling.

Sorry, I'm weird. Extremely.

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