2015 || H.S

The Safe House

He opened the door and she hurried past to escape rain. She shivered visibly and Harry contemplated on what to do about it.

Her hands were still trembling, not from the cold. It just hit her like a nuclear missile. Jack was closer than she thought, right behind her steps. He could have found her in even the slightest hesitation. In all truth, had it not been for Harry he would have got to her. Not that she was completely safe just yet, or ever.

A crackle snapped her attention. Harry was croutched over the fireplace in the lounge, a warm glow engulfing his front.

She swung her body around the new room. There was a dark passage leading off on her right and on the left, a white door leading away. The lounge itself was large and cold, mainly white with modern silver design. Splashes of red filtered through brilliantly. He must have some interior designer, she thought to herself.

She shuffled through the space between a clean white couch and dark oak coffee table to get to Harry's side. Her finger adjusted a damp strand of hair behind her ear before she crossed her arms.

He glanced up from the mildly warm fire, his eyes watering slightly.

"I only have one room."

He saw her gaze move to the couch and she raised an eyebrow.

He smiled faintly. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Thanks," she mumbled. She carefully slipped to her knees next to him, feeling the fire's rays start to heat her face.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"I forgive you. It was inevitable."

"You're not mad?"

"Flabbergasted, absolutely overwhelmed, but not mad."

He would have smiled if it wasn't for her vacant expression that worried him.

"Are you really famous?" She looked over into his deep green eyes. "Is this all real?"

"I auditioned for a popular singing contest and came third, but we still become famous."

"We?"

"Four other boys were put together with me and we formed a boy band."

She scoffed, sliding down further and crossing her legs over the cold screed floor.

"A boy band, Harry? You're in a pop boy band?" She thought about it while watching his amused face. "Actually, I could completely expect that from you."

"What can I say?" He turned back to the fire and stared into the hot red bricks of wood.

"You live in this big house, all alone?"

"Friends come over quite often, or I work. I hardly get a second to breathe."

She stared at the back of his curls, laying her arms over her burning legs."When does work start up again?"

"February," he stated, not sure whether to be in despair or excitement.

"Do you tour?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have fans?"

He snorted. "Yes, Maia, we have fans."

"How many?"

"Many."

"That sounds like the answer of a boy band who does gigs at the odd bar."

He chuckled humorously. She had no idea at all. But then he realised the shock she would receive when she did.