subject 13 // h.s. au

chapter thirty (part two).

Ember's POV:

I could barely see Harry's face through his face shield, the pounding rain and mud obscuring his eyes.

But, it was him.

The stinging pain in my forehead ceased momentarily as I caught a brief glimpse of the green eyes that had seemingly been imprinted in my mind for over a month. My heart stalled in my chest.

It seemed like the rain had paused, each individual droplet suspended in mid-air as he stared back at me. I had to stop myself from launching at him.

Then the rain started again, and his eyes were gone.

That was the moment I gave in.

It wasn't a conscious decision but suddenly, foolishly, I didn't care anymore that I barely knew anything about him. Feeling this way couldn't be wrong.

It just couldn't.

And he wouldn't have risked his life for me if he didn't feel the same.

But, Asher's sister? We were going to have to have a chat about that.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He needed to know that I knew. As much as I longed to be as close to him as physically possible, his suit was not going to allow for that anyways, and thankfully, it gave me an opportunity to be mad at him.

The rain continued to whip across my face, and I winced as my forehead began to throb painfully, bringing my hand up to brush away the hair sticking to my face.

Harry made a move to come closer to me before he saw my pained expression, then stopped himself, dropping his hands into his lap dejectedly.

"Hi," I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling nervous as my eyes connected with his again.

He replied softly, but the sound was muffled by the rain.

"What?"

He shook his head, and scooted closer to me, no longer hesitant.

His face was inches from mine, and even though the rain poured over his face shield, blurring his features, I could make out his soft smile.

"Hi, killer," he whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

I knew I was supposed to be mad at him but hearing his low voice after so long rendered me powerless.

"Where are we?" I blurted out as I looked around, "What the hell happened?"

My head pounded as I struggled to remember.

He shrugged, suddenly looking determined as he stood up, his hand attempting to block the rain from his face.

"I think we're by the bunker," he replied dazedly, almost yelling over the sound of the rain.

I scoffed.

"Which one?"

Harry turned, reaching down to help me up, his hand steady against my back, and I stood up shakily. He pointed, and I squinted as I spotted a building in the distance.

"Ours," he muttered.

I whipped my head around to look at him, trying not to be distracted by the warmth spreading through me at the sound of him calling it "ours".

"Ours?"

He nodded.

"How the hell did we get back?" I exclaimed, my mind blank, and I searched for any memory of ending up here.