termination // h.s.

10: lies

My tears gradually faded away as Harry calmed me down. We were seated in the living room on the couch, my head resting on Harry's lean shoulders, not even caring that my cheek is probably numb from his touch.

There was a peaceful silence between us. None of us could bring ourselves to say a word. My thoughts were jumbled at what on earth is happening and the fact that I KNOW Harry is keeping something from me.

I move my head away from his shoulder, bringing myself back to this stupid nightmare I'm living. I stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, not even bothering to wonder if Harry is watching.

I step towards the sink and poor myself a glass of water. I need to just chill for a second. I take a sip of my water and not long after I hear footsteps nearing from behind me. I don't bother to turn around already knowing who it is.

"Are you okay?" His voice seemed fragile, cautious to even speak.

I didn't answer, just gave a small nod. A sigh came from close behind, with a sudden cold touch towards my waist spinning me around to face his beautiful emerald eyes. My face showed no emotion, or so I hope it didn't.

His hand rose to gently stroke my cheek, his fingers glazing over my skin. I turn my face away from his hand, annoyed that he can do such an action and cause butterfly's to erupt in my stomach from a single touch.

"Please say something, anything" his voice dropped to a whisper towards the end.

I still didn't want to say anything to him, I'm speechless.

"How about I ask you questions and you can answer them. Its a way for you to get your mind out of that pretty little head of your." his eyes widen slightly at what he said but re-adjusted in a matter of seconds, I on the other hand felt a slight blush crawling up to my cheeks.

I give a slight nod and we sit on top of the kitchen counter. I didn't really want to say anything about my life but hell if he thinks he can get my mind off it then I'll give it a try.

"Okay, hmm, what's your favourite colour." he spoke with a childish grin on his face. Out of all questions, this is a typical start.

"Blue."

"Have you ever had a dog?"

"I had one when I was little but it died when we started to travel." I miss that dog.

"I always wanted a dog but Gemma didn't like them that much." he smiled to himself at the slight memory. "What happened with your mum and sister?"

I was shocked at the sudden question, my body tensing, feeling all of the sudden self conscious towards this game.

"I don't want to talk about them..." My tone was stern as this game has started to piss me off.

"So...you ask me that question and I give you an answer but when I ask you, you get all moody. That makes so much sense." You could tell that he was annoyed with me at this point.

"It's a touchy subject for me, have a problem with that?"

"Actually yes I do. I opened up to you and you don't even bother just to give me the slightest answer."

"Why do you even care so much, I'm sure you got better things to do then hang around here having a hissy fit." My aggravation was spread all through my voice.

"Hissy fit? I'M the one with a hissy fit! I'm not the one having a sook."

"Well at least I'm the one being honest." here it comes...

"Honest about what?"

"Don't fucking bullshit your way through this one Harry. I KNOW your keeping something from me and your to much of a selfish bastard to bother to say it." His eyes only showed pure rage as we made eye contact.

"Oh please, I've saved you from one stupid creature to another. Just give me my god damn space!"

"I would! But you always keep showing up out of the blue!" My hands were flying everywhere, my voice breaking every so often and my eyes were whelming up at the thoughts of my mum and sister.

"Well I don't really have a choice.."

"SEE! Right there. Your being secretive and I'm so done with it." I roll my eyes, fed up.

He lets out a deep, heavy sigh. "I can't tell you anything, alright just drop it." He said through gritted teeth.

"Just leave Harry!"

And in a blink of an eye he was gone.