The Monster

Megan's POV

I look at him quietly, watching as his mouth moves and sharp teeth poke out slightly from behind his lips. I move the image to the back of my mind, stepping forward and following him into the dark house as birds fly out. I jump back slightly from the entrance, watching Claire step in front of me. She looks around the house silently, observing the peeling walls and hanging paintings. I bite my cheek, looking around at the books and journals littering the coffee table. There were multiple bat paintings on the walls, most of them half fallen off the wall like all the others of dark woods and creepy dolls. Chipping and broken stairs with doors hanging slightly oddly from their hinges. There was an old looking dining room table sitting a few feet away from us, chairs halfway in place and halfway out with a dirty, white cloth covering it.

The smell of the house was a putrid scent, leaving a disgusting taste in your mouth and slight burning in your mouth. How could he possibly live here in this distasteful rat-hole?

"Do you do some kind of creepy voodoo?" Claire asks, giggling as he chuckles lowly, shaking his head in response.

"I don't do voodoo." he says slowly, a small smirk dancing on his lips. He turns to the filled coffee table, laughing softly and turning his attention back to us.

"What's with all the books then?" Meredith speaks up, finger aimed towards the coffee table as he looks down on her. "I've never seen that many books in one spot." she shrugs slightly.

"Journals." he corrects her, voice holding a hint of annoyance. "And just to keep notes." he continues.

"Do you want some tea?"

"I don't drink tea." I mumble softly, teeth gripping at the inside of my cheek nervously.

"She's weird. We would love some tea." Claire grins widely, giggling and stepping up to Harry.

Harry steps away from her slightly and nods, getting out a kettle and putting water in it, sitting it on the front burner. He turns the stove on high, turning to us. He glares at us, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on the counter top.

"Why aren't there any lights?" Meredith asks him, crossing her arms over her chest and looking around the small cabin-like house.

"I like the dark." he answers her plainly, turning his head towards the living room.

"Well why do you like the dark?" she asks as he snaps his head back to us, glaring at her.

"That's enough questions, Mere." I whisper, nudging her arm as he turns to me, smirk growing.

"I can fix your car." he says, pouring the hot water into mugs and getting tea bags from the old cabinet.

The cabinet had multiple cracks and chipped corners, handle hanging loose as he swung it open with ease. I examine his gentler movements with the cabinet, taking it the knowledge of how old the cabinet was. Paint chipped off the dark wood, leaving most of it bare as the rest adorned a bright shade of white.

"Really?!" Claire squeals, clapping her hands together and giggling softly.

I really did love Claire to death, but I couldn't lie; she was annoying. She was always overly giddy and she never cared about danger. If she saw a hot guy, and honestly Harry is pretty hot, she wouldn't stop flirting, nor would she keep her hands off. She tried too hard to get a boyfriend, and I'm sure she annoys every guy ever.

Claire's POV

I look at him, taking the mug from his hands and dipping the tea bag in the water. I watch his arms flex as he takes the kettle off the burner, biting my lip and drinking the tea. I looked around the empty-ish house, looking at the coffee table silently and pondering.

I wonder why he kept so many journals in his house, and more of what he put into them. I wondered what kind of secrets could be hidden in those journals. Maybe ones telling us why he liked to be in the dark. Did he not like people to see his face? I mean, hell, he was hot.I don't see a reason for him not to want someone to be able to look at his face. I wonder what kind of facts they held about him, this house, and maybe even the woods outside.

I broke out of my thoughts as Megan nudged me with her elbow, pulling me out of the house and to the car as Harry stalks towards it with a tool box clutched in his large hands.

"So, you're pretty handy with tools huh?" I giggle, twirling my hair around my finger as he shrugs his shoulders, popping the hood to the Jeep and looking at it.

I sigh to myself softly, watching him quietly. His back muscles moves under his shirt, jeans clinging perfectly to his lower half. I wonder what his legs look like. . . I continued to watch him as he worked on the car, eventually sitting down and finishing the slightly cooled tea.
"There you guys go." he says, ruffling his hair up and looking at us.

I stand up from the dirt ground, handing him the mug as he reaches out for it. I walk to my side of the car, climbing in and buckling in before turning to him as he picks up the box again.

"Thank you." I say, smiling brightly and waiting for Megan and Meredith.

He nods his head, disappearing down the road and into the house again.

Megan's POV

I climb into the back seat, moving my bag over and buckling in, watching Harry walk back into the house and close the door. I sigh to myself, closing my eyes.

"Why were you even driving down her-" I say, Claire interrupting me.

"I don't get why he doesn't like me. I mean, I'm pretty right?" Claire says sadly, driving out onto the main road.

"Maybe he doesn't like blondes I dunno Claire." I sigh softly, looking out the window quietly, annoyed slightly by the whole thing.

I sigh, watching as a bat bangs across the window, screaming loudly as Claire jerks to a rough stop and I cover my mouth, closing my eyes.

What the fuck?

Hi hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I took more time to sit and write this one so it's longer than the first. And if you think you know what's up with Harry feel free to comment ;)

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