† Apocalypse † |Harry Styles| [ENG]

† Chapter Nine †

We have been in the hospital for an hour and a half since we brought Michela here urgently. She had cuts everywhere and I swore I saw a gunshot wound, or probably a knife... now I really understood what that creepy witch meant that day outside of Harry's house.Michela was anesthetized as soon as they laid her on one of the hospital beds, then they stiched up her wounds and disinfected them. It was terrifying to see her in that state. Now that we were out of there, I was even more terrified. And I couldn't help but cry.Harry came up to me from behind and tucked my back against his chest, holding my waist with his arms and resting his head on the hollow of my shoulder.

«She'll recover», he said to reassure me.

«I know», I replied blushing to his kind gesture, «But something else will surely happen to her because of me», I hiccupped crying louder. 

Harry turned me around and squeezed my shoulders looking at me once again with that sweet look that said "I feel a little sorry for you".

«It's not your fault, we know very well who is organizing all this! I made an important decision. You have to hide away, far from Dullville. My house is not a safe place either, I will take care of both Jonathan and Michela, I promise. But you. You are in extreme danger and I am unable to protect you»

«Again with this story? Harry... I want to be with you, I won't go anywhere! I'm your friend, not like the others, okay?»

This was truly incredible, he wanted to protect me and I somehow wanted to protect him. I didn't want to leave him alone, I knew it was a matter of life or death, I risked my life, but I'd prefer to die with someone next to me rather than alone.

«It's too risky to be here», he ignored my words, «I could take you to my father's sister. You'll be safe there»

«No. I'll stay here risking with you», I insisted.

«What a stubborn», he sighed in defeat, taking his hands off my shoulders. I felt the strange need to hug him. «What?», he asked arching his eyebrow.

Without replying, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I reached the base of his neck with my head because of his height. I have already hugged him several times but only this once I realize that if I took my hand to his chest, I didn't feel anything.

«I know what you're thinking», he interrupted my thoughts, «Don't make that frog face», he chuckles amused. 

I pulled away from his grip. «Harry don't you have a heart?», more than a question seemed like a surprised statement.

«I have, it just doesn't beat anymore»

«But..»

«Don't start with your endless, annoying questions I beg of you», he laughed and stroked my head.

«No, you're right. I won't ask you anything, but... I'm sorry. I don't think it's a pleasant thing not to... feel emotions»

«I mean...I can feel them. I can understand when I feel angry, depressed or something like that, even if I don't actually know how to treat them I show them anyway, I don't know how it's possible», he shrugged.

«Will you ever be able to have it beating again?»

«Well, if one day I'll meet a sexy vampire who tries to rip my heart out, then I might», he showed me his protruding set of teeth.

«You never change!», I slapped his left arm.

«Come on frog face, hold on to me, let's go»