Philophobia
Chapter Eight
His eyes were still fixed on mine. His expression impossible to read. He seemed angry, confused, but somewhat worried. That's what confused me, the worried.
"Get up," he muttered, now showing his angry side.
"Excuse me?" I pardoned.
An angry and annoyed smirk played on his lips, but left as quickly as it came. "You heard me, get up." He spat.
"What the hell are you even doing here anyways?" I asked, dropping the earlier subject.
"I should be asking you the same thing." He retorted.
In a matter of seconds his hands reached down for my arm, yanking me to my feet harshly. I could feel the burn from his grip tightening. I glanced between his hands and his face, noticing he didn't even realize his anger was being took out on me.
"Ow," I breathed, snatching my hand back.
His eyes instantly glanced towards where his hands were placed before, a flash of hurt and sorry spread across his face, only lasting seconds.
His jaw clenched, and his breathing grew heavier. "I'm sorry, but get inside, now." He shoved.
"Harry, what is wrong with you?" I exclaimed as we were now in the middle of the slowly decaying living room.
His gaze was cold, hard. Like he was ready to shoot me the moment I opened my mouth to speak. I hadn't regretted my question though, he was truly troubled.
"Why were you at the cemetery?" The words left his lips after a longing silence.
The last thing I'd expect him to ask, or say. How did he know? Was he stalking me? Or did he just happen to be there also?
Question after question, I felt the sweat begin to rise on my forehead. This boy officially scared me. Nervousness was all I could feel at the pit of my stomach, and I couldn't help but step further back away from his presence.
"How did you know I was there?" I asked shakily.
He continued unfazed by my feared question, like he'd expected me to ask. He was quick to reply, already knowing instantly what his answer would be before I'd asked.
"That's none of your business." He spat.
His tone was harsh, cold even. Like I'd stepped on a piece of glass I shouldn't have. The closer he'd step towards me, the further I'd step back.
"Answer the question," he demanded.
My throat was dry, speechless. But once my back was pressed against the wall, I knew I was in trouble.
Inches.. He was only inches from my face now, lips dangerously close. I could feel his breath fan my face as he breathed. He was abnormally calm, as I was having troubles controlling my breathing with him inching closer.
"Why were you at the cemetery?" He repeated softly this time. Arms now resting on each side of me against the wall for support.
I felt flustered, angry, and near able to slap him. But I was nailed to my current position. Using the wall as support to keep me standing.
"That's none of your business." I spat, mimicking what he'd said earlier.
I straightened my posture, standing tall and acting un-fearful of him. The anger definitely helping boost my confidence.
His response was a simple crooked smirk. Acting as if he got what he'd wanted from me. Eventually after enough staring, he pushed away from me.
"Get comfortable." He muttered, walking over to the dusty sofa.
I watched confused by his words as he settled himself comfortably on the sofa, "excuse me?" I again pardoned.
"Don't ask, but until I say you can leave, you're staying." He ordered rudely.
"Good luck keeping me here," I retorted folding my arms over my chest, and making my way to the wooden door.
"Do you even know where you are?" He asked knowingly, stopping me in my tracks.
He was right.. I had no fucking clue where I was. If I left it only meant getting lost further, and it was darkening outside.. The woods aren't exactly friendly during the night.
Harry noticed my train of thoughts, smiling with my lack of response.
"So it's settled," he perked. Jumping off the couch he made his was to the corner of the room and grabbing a candle lantern I hadn't noticed earlier. Also opening the rusty closet door, where clean blankets were placed.
He must have been the one to bring the sofa here...
I continued to observe as he set the warm looking blankets on the sofa, and fetched a lighter from his pocket, creating more light in the lantern throughout the room.
"We could be here awhile," he announced reading my mind.
He set the lantern beside his previous spot on the couch, and taking it back. Sitting comfortably and watching me stand watching awkwardly around the room.
"You can sit," he gestured to the empty seat beside him.
Cautiously, I sat down trying to create as much space between us.
This was going to be interesting..
"Get up," he muttered, now showing his angry side.
"Excuse me?" I pardoned.
An angry and annoyed smirk played on his lips, but left as quickly as it came. "You heard me, get up." He spat.
"What the hell are you even doing here anyways?" I asked, dropping the earlier subject.
"I should be asking you the same thing." He retorted.
In a matter of seconds his hands reached down for my arm, yanking me to my feet harshly. I could feel the burn from his grip tightening. I glanced between his hands and his face, noticing he didn't even realize his anger was being took out on me.
"Ow," I breathed, snatching my hand back.
His eyes instantly glanced towards where his hands were placed before, a flash of hurt and sorry spread across his face, only lasting seconds.
His jaw clenched, and his breathing grew heavier. "I'm sorry, but get inside, now." He shoved.
"Harry, what is wrong with you?" I exclaimed as we were now in the middle of the slowly decaying living room.
His gaze was cold, hard. Like he was ready to shoot me the moment I opened my mouth to speak. I hadn't regretted my question though, he was truly troubled.
"Why were you at the cemetery?" The words left his lips after a longing silence.
The last thing I'd expect him to ask, or say. How did he know? Was he stalking me? Or did he just happen to be there also?
Question after question, I felt the sweat begin to rise on my forehead. This boy officially scared me. Nervousness was all I could feel at the pit of my stomach, and I couldn't help but step further back away from his presence.
"How did you know I was there?" I asked shakily.
He continued unfazed by my feared question, like he'd expected me to ask. He was quick to reply, already knowing instantly what his answer would be before I'd asked.
"That's none of your business." He spat.
His tone was harsh, cold even. Like I'd stepped on a piece of glass I shouldn't have. The closer he'd step towards me, the further I'd step back.
"Answer the question," he demanded.
My throat was dry, speechless. But once my back was pressed against the wall, I knew I was in trouble.
Inches.. He was only inches from my face now, lips dangerously close. I could feel his breath fan my face as he breathed. He was abnormally calm, as I was having troubles controlling my breathing with him inching closer.
"Why were you at the cemetery?" He repeated softly this time. Arms now resting on each side of me against the wall for support.
I felt flustered, angry, and near able to slap him. But I was nailed to my current position. Using the wall as support to keep me standing.
"That's none of your business." I spat, mimicking what he'd said earlier.
I straightened my posture, standing tall and acting un-fearful of him. The anger definitely helping boost my confidence.
His response was a simple crooked smirk. Acting as if he got what he'd wanted from me. Eventually after enough staring, he pushed away from me.
"Get comfortable." He muttered, walking over to the dusty sofa.
I watched confused by his words as he settled himself comfortably on the sofa, "excuse me?" I again pardoned.
"Don't ask, but until I say you can leave, you're staying." He ordered rudely.
"Good luck keeping me here," I retorted folding my arms over my chest, and making my way to the wooden door.
"Do you even know where you are?" He asked knowingly, stopping me in my tracks.
He was right.. I had no fucking clue where I was. If I left it only meant getting lost further, and it was darkening outside.. The woods aren't exactly friendly during the night.
Harry noticed my train of thoughts, smiling with my lack of response.
"So it's settled," he perked. Jumping off the couch he made his was to the corner of the room and grabbing a candle lantern I hadn't noticed earlier. Also opening the rusty closet door, where clean blankets were placed.
He must have been the one to bring the sofa here...
I continued to observe as he set the warm looking blankets on the sofa, and fetched a lighter from his pocket, creating more light in the lantern throughout the room.
"We could be here awhile," he announced reading my mind.
He set the lantern beside his previous spot on the couch, and taking it back. Sitting comfortably and watching me stand watching awkwardly around the room.
"You can sit," he gestured to the empty seat beside him.
Cautiously, I sat down trying to create as much space between us.
This was going to be interesting..
Notes
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3/24/14