.Through The Dark.(H.S)

Chapter 13

Harry looked at me with a curious set of green eyes. I knew that he was curious about my past, but he never said anything to pressure me to tell him about it. I gave him his tea and stood in front of the counter, facing him. He looked hesitated to say anything.

"Rose, Its up to you, not me. As long as your comfortable telling me, I would be honored to listen." He said with a concerned look on his flawless face. I felt like I needed to tell someone. I knew that it was bad to keep things to yourself because later along in your life-long journey, you'll reach your maximum capacity and you will break. It has happened to me only twice, and that mentally scared me.

"Can I trust you?" I asked, My eyes locking dead straight into his dark green ones. I saw his face flash an unreadable expression before he let out a frustrated sigh.

"I don't think you should trust me." He said lowly. I furrowed my brows together in confusion before he abruptly stood up and ran a hand over his face.

"Why can't I trust you?" I asked as he raked a hand through his curls roughly.

He let out a humorless chuckle before he spoke in a deep voice. " Because I haven't even trusted myself yet. That's why Rose." Harry snapped before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

I stood there awkwardly, shifting my weight from one foot to another. Harry was having an internal debate with himself while I just watched him. I cleared my throat and changed the subject.

"I-er, I am going to head to bed. If you want to stay the night I can pull out a blanket and a pillow on the couch for you? I don't know- you don't have to but if you'd like-"

"That's fine, baby." He said with a wink. My face flushed a dark shade of red. Baby? He studied my face with amusement, clearly enjoying what reaction he got out of me.

"Rose, I have a question for you,''He smirked, his dimple in view.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Do you like it when I call you baby?" Harry asked, his body suddenly getting very close to mine. My body went completely rigid.

"Uh- Let me get you a blanket and a pillow." With that I rushed out of the room, only to hear his loud laugh at my embarrassment.

I zoomed up the stairs, grabbing some pajamas as in a black t-shirt and some shorts along with a sports bra, and went into my bathroom and locked the door.

I stripped, hopped in the shower and washed my long ass hair, shaved, washed my face before I was out in less than 15 minutes. I brushed my teeth before fully exiting the bathroom, before I ran into a hard chest.

I look up to see that It's not Harry at all. It was my dad?His once brown loving eyes were dark and cold, his smile was screaming danger.

My eyes widened in fear and screamed at the top of my lungs. My dad just smirked and whispered in my ear,"Very soon, Rose, Very soon." And with that he was gone. I opened my hand only to see the top of a red rose with a small note: