We were still sitting on the sofa quietly, no words have been exchanged since we were settled. I could literally feel myself glaring straight through his soul, waiting for him to speak.

It was now dark, and this place reminded me of a horror movie I once saw with Hunter.. Hunter.. She probably doesn't even notice I'm gone.

I kept asking myself why I didn't just leave, he has no control over me. But something about him gave me the creeps, telling me to listen or else there would be consequences. Of course, never would I admit that to myself or anyone. Sometimes, I truly believed fear really was for the weak.

"Are you going to keep staring at me, or would you just like a photo?" Harry cocked, breaking me from thought.

I gave a small scoff, shaking my head and glancing in another direction to hide the blush slowly appearing on my cheeks. Why was I blushing? I'll never know.

"Why am I here?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Why don't you answer that yourself." He quickly chirped back.

"I'd love to, but I would have left before dark, where as you kept me here." I muttered, glancing back to see him smirking.

"So stubborn," I heard him mumble under his breath.

Pretending like I hadn't heard, I glanced around the dark night filled room. Not much to look at while in the dark.. Doesn't help that I'm practically night blind, also.

The blanket Harry had tossed earlier was allowing the breeze of freezing air rush to every visible piece of skin along my body, if I were to wrap myself any tighter, I'd cut off circulation. I pondered on the thought for a while, before thinking I was likely just going insane if that was what I was willing to take to get myself out of here.

"I can keep you warm you know," Harry offered.

I watched him, not knowing whether or not he was serious. But no sign of joke played along his face.

He was serious..

My reply was a simple head shake, not exactly sure on what to reply with.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I snapped.

He seemed unfazed by my sudden harsh tone, but a small smirk threatened to appear on his lips.

"Why do you act tuff, when really, you're breaking down inside?"

When I processed what he'd asked, I was confused. Why would he think that?

"Why would you think that?" I asked, speaking my thoughts.

He just shook his head, like he knew.

"You're obvious, but yet hard to read." He commented.

"I'm not a book," I muttered. In return, making him give a low chuckle.

"It's a metaphor, love."

"I got that, thanks."

"You don't need to get upset, love. I'm just -" "Just what?" I asked, cutting him off. He looked like a deer and head lights.

"You're making me stay here, for God knows what. And now, you're trying to act as if you actually cared, or knows me. I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm not playing your games. This isn't the movies. So please, stop."

Eventually, once I calmed down, he spoke up. Quietly, and soft. Like he was careful of his words.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I just can't risk anyone finding me right now. You can leave in the morning."

When he finished, I actually felt bad for blowing up like I had. He was just trying to be polite..

Both of us turned to our sides, laying down while my feet ended up tangled with his. Sending waves of heat through me. I was quietly thankful for that.

Notes

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