Addicted

CHAPTER 7

Back at Harry's flat, he sat me down on his couch to put some ice on my bruised jaw and waist. By now, I didn't feel any more pain, just tiredness. I left Harry to go to my room and just sleep. I miss my bed. I was too lazy to even change my clothes, so I just crawled under my blankets and tried to drift off. I basically just lay there, thinking about stuff. It was dark, cold, and quiet. I then heard my doorknob click, the door creaking open, letting in a beam of light into my room. I was facing away from the door, I was too lazy to actually turn around, but I already knew that it must've been Harry. The beam of light got bigger and bigger as Harry slowly opened the door more and more, and then suddenly disappeared as the door silently flew shut. I heard his steps come more towards me. I honestly had no idea why he was even in my room in the first place, but I didn't ask. I just lay there silently, my eyes slightly shut, pretending to be asleep, but of course I wasn't fooling anyone. He climbed onto my bed, getting beneath the covers and sliding himself towards me. Now, I turned to face him, our faces just a foot apart. "What do you want?" I asked, my throat was dry, making my voice sound croaky. Harry just shrugged, and then what seemed like forever later he replied, "Just wanted to be with you." I scoffed, turning around once again to face away from him. "That doesn't mean that I want to be with you," I replied, I couldn't control my harshness, that's just my personality. He scooted closer towards me, until I felt his chest pressed up to my back. His arms found their way around my waist, holding on tightly as if I would try to run away. Surprisingly, I didn't try pushing him away. "When are you going to stop pretending you hate me?" he asked quietly. His words stuck in my brain, and I honestly didn't know how I even felt anymore. I just shook my head slightly, because I didn't know what to say. He sighed, and then buried his face in my neck as I felt him drift off to sleep. It was weird, guys weren't supposed to hold me or 'want to be with me', I'm too fucked up. But then again, I guess I'm just not used to people actually caring about me.