termination // h.s.

4: who are you?

I'm jolted awake at the sudden sight I'm seeing, fear overwhelming my senses. Sleep was long gone by now, what was in that corner? The darkness in the room engulfed him barely seeing an outline, only his bright dazzling eyes.

The figure stepped forward, the light outside shimmered through the window and onto his features, barely though as it was still night outside. Our eyes never broke contact as I stared in shock, I was scared shitless.

He took another step towards me making me lean back slightly. I'm was to scared to look away from him.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered, still wonder hell the bloody hell this thing came in here.

"Harry" his voice was raspy, beautifully deep and British.

He took another step closer to me, making me move my hand back to push me away from him but my hand missed my bed completely, making me slip off the bed and land with a thud on the hard floor, ouch.

He chuckled to himself as I steadied myself back up and kept myself against the wall, away from it. I can't even find a decent bone in my body that felt humiliated by what just happen, his stare was crawling all over my body without even looking away from my eyes.

"Don't be afraid" he sat on the edge of my bed, his full attention towards me.

He was actually quite...handsome when I look at it. He looked tall, freakishly tall, a mop of curls lifted off from his forehead into a quiff. His jawline was prominent and his lips were charmingly pink but his eyes, they were captivating.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you know" he said, with a small smile.

"That makes me feel much better" I roll my eyes at this stupid thing surprised that my voice wasn't shaky, what the fuck is going on?

He sighed rather loudly finally breaking eye contact. "Look hannah-"

"How do you know my name?" I cut him off before he could say anything else, he's giving me the creeps.

He hesitated for a moment "I-i just do, okay?" he groans pushing his hair away from his face, his shirt rising a bit to show his stomach, my eyes glancing down to see tattoos?

"Why are you here. How did you even get in here?" I was curious at this stage, I needed answers.

"Where do I start...okay let's see firstly, i'm dead. Secondly I've been in your room for quite a while you just haven't seen me till now."

It took me some time to comprehend what he just said, did he just say he's DEAD?

"dead? That's the best you've got, okay seriously if this is some joke I'm not buying it just get the fu-"

"IM NOT KIDDING" his voice was rising. "Look I can prove it, touch me"

I gave him a weird look, my dirty mind started turning on. I shook my head at my thoughts he didn't mean it like that.

I was reluctant at first, what if it's a trap?

"Go ahead, do it"

I hesitantly stepped forward, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, trying to be as distant as possible. His hand was stretched out in front of me, waiting for me to touch it.

I lift my hand up slowly and bring it towards his. My fingers glaze over his hand to be met with shivers spreading through my fingers, he was freezing. I moved my hand at the sudden temperature drop I felt.

"Do you believe me now?"

I didn't want to but...how was all this possible? His touch was icy, cold. How can he be like this?

"If your a ghost how can I see you?" The ends of my fingertips were still numb from his freezing touch.

"Well I'm not a ghost, more like a guardian angel." Guardian? Why do I need that? "And I really don't know how you can see me, you've never noticed me before."

My mind was buzzing with all this information. Dead. Guardian Angel. Cold. Did I mention fucking dead.

"This is a lot to comprehend." I say, rubbing my temples.

"Feelings mutual, it looks like you need some sleep." He stood up and walked toward my window, starring into the night. I avert my eyes away from him staring at my walls not being able to adjust to him. "I'm not sure if you will ever see me again, so until next time."

My back was facing him as I laid in bed hoping sleep will drift me away from him. "Your not going to watch me sleep are you?" There's no response so i change my position to look towards him but there is nothing there.

Maybe im hallucinating. That can't be a real guardian angel, can it? Maybe I should tell my dad, this is some freaky supernatural shit. What if he thinks I'm crazy though. Who am I kidding I think I'm crazy. I sigh, dad doesn't have to know about this, this could all be in my head anyway. Maybe I'm dreaming. I clear my head, eyes shut closed. The last thing on my mind were those beautiful green eyes and those pretty pink lips.

His name was Harry.

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So Harrys finally in the story, YAY! I hope this was better than last chapter. I'm getting the hang of the story now and there's still more to come.

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