My Dark Side

Chapter Five: Feelings

A/N: Well hello there people! Or, should I say the 50 people reading my story so far.

I feel really really bad because I haven't updated in like 3 months, but hey, I'm back now! I think.. Anyways, once again, I don't care who's reading this. I'm doing this simply for my own expression of my love of writing. So if you are reading, enjoy (:

Thank you iXenna for the wonderful cover you made, I love it so much! It's now the cover for the book so thank you<3

Ps: If you're a continuing reader, please go back to the start and re-read the chapters or at least skim them over because this weekend I did some major editing and changed a lot of things. (As of July 2nd, 2015) 

Without further ado, lets begin the chapter<3

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Clarissa

The week had gone by fast. We hadn't talked much, really- me and Harry.

Well, I call him Harry in my mind, but I still don't know his name.. Oops.

Anyways, the week had consisted of us not talking. I would wake up, brush my teeth and hair, get dressed and then go downstairs and make some coffee daily, usually to find that he either wasn't home or had already eaten and was watching tv. I wanted to approach him, to say hello, good morning, or ask him why he wasn't talking to me.

I mean, it was really, really awkward. He was letting me stay with him and he acted like it was my house too.

Plus, he wouldn't talk to me ever since that day shopping- and I don't know why.

After putting on black leggings and an oversized burgundy sweater, I decide to let my hair run free today and not put it up. I made my way down the six stairs that were just outside of my bedroom and walked straight into the kitchen, ignoring the fact that Harry was sitting on the couch, watching Netflix.

I was super excited to eat the yogurt and berries I had bought yesterday, but when I opened the fridge, it was no where to be seen.

"Harry," I said, calmly, incase he was to get mad at me, "Did you eat my yogurt?"

He turned around in the couch to face me, a confused expression on his face.

"Harry?" He chuckled.

Damn it. Is it wrong to totally have thought that his name was Harry? Ugh.

However, that was the first time I had saw a smile on his face for a week, so, I smiled back, turned on the coffee machine, then walked over to him.

"I don't know. I guess I've just been calling you Harry in my mind for so long tha-"

"B-but, why Harry?" He had his eyes closed from laughing a little too hard.

 I sat beside him on the couch.

"You look like Harry Styles." I said, taking a bite of my apple that I had fetched from the fridge.

"What do we have here?" He says, dropping his laugh and grabbing the apple out of my hand. "Are you eating my fruit now?"

"Hey- you haven't talked to me in a week. I get to eat your damn fruit." I grabbed my apple back, but without noticing, it slipped out of my hand and fired behind me, on to the floor.

We made eye contact for two seconds flat, and then both threw ourselves on the floor, attempting to grab the apple. 

Why is everything a competition with him?

My arm outstretched and grabbed the apple, quickly bringing it to my chest. Trying to be smooth, he grabbed the apple while it was still in my hand, an quickly moved so that he was now lying on top of me, propping himself up by his arms at my sides.

"You feel it too, don't you?" He said, his face looked like it was pleading, and for once, there was no sarcasm in his voice.

I slightly shook my head, laying it down sideways so that we couldn't make eye contact with me.

As if on command, he rolled himself off me and sat up. I sat up as well.

"We have something, Izzy. I know it. And you're crazy if you don't see it as well." He said, with the same pleading look in his eyes.

I sighed. I truly didn't think there was.. anything.

I looked up at him, slightly smiling.

"I am the definition of crazy, Harry."

This caused him to drop his serious face and smile like a goofball. 

"And even if I wasn't," I paused- thinking how to phrase the next sentence, "I've had bad experiences with love. And I refuse to let myself love someone, ever again. I'm sorry.." I looked down at my folded knees on the ground. 

The pleading look on his face returned. 

"Izzy, even if we've had bad experiences with love, we can't give up on it. Love is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Clarissa, we were made to love. And if you simply can't, or won't let yourself, you won't feel the extremes of happiness like those people that do."

I had a moment of flashbacks, and a moment of "wow, this guy is really deep," But obviously, I wasn't gonna let it get to me. 

But I couldn't help it.

Because it did.

It got to me.

He was inching his way closer to me, and I was staying still, in this comfortable silence he had created between us. 

When he got really close to my face, he broke that silence.

"Let yourself find happiness, Clarissa."

He was staring at my lips, now.

No. I couldn't let this happen.

My mind was screaming at me, but yet I couldn't move. I think it was because part of me wanted to let this happen. But I didn't want to catch feelings.

All of a sudden, the coffee maker was beeping, indicating my coffee was ready. 

I let out the breathe that I found out I was holding, and got up, slowly, walking over to the coffee. I wrapped my hands around it, and quietly walked back up my six stairs.

Passing Harry, he was still frozen in the position that he was when I left him.

"Clarissa?" He said, and I shivered slightly at how he used my real, full name.

I peeked my head back  to look at him.

"My name is Andre." He said, still not making eye contact with me.

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Wow. I am so pissed off at myself, because this chapter is really, really short. But I wanted to get an update up for you guys, the ones who are reading, and so I decided to just upload it tonight. The next chapter will be up soon.

Oooooo, what happened with Andre and Clarissa? Someone has a crushhhhhh.. ;)

Don't get your hopes up too much, baby. 

Anyways another thank you to iXenna, because she motivated me to keep writing this book, because even though I wasn't active for a few months, she stayed a fan. Thank you<3

Goodbye<3