The icy cold wind blew the hair out of my face, allowing shivers to shoot down my spine. With my legs huddled into my chest, my back was pressed firmly to the brick wall of the alley. It was dark, and the ground was wet against my bare feet. My eyes were dry and tired, and I wanted to just close them. The sorrows washed over my body in waves, reminding me ever so often on how I had gotten here. My face burned when a new gust of cold came into contact with my salty dried up tears. As the minutes passed and passed, the alley started to become a more appealing place to end my life. So quiet, so peaceful. My body felt so thick that it seemed like it belonged to the ground, absorbed into the city streets. I just wanted to die and forget, and not feel. I wanted to be numb.
"Are you alright?" A large hand grazed over my knee ever so slightly, the warmth of it making me jump. I shot my head up with as much willpower as I could to see who the deep husky voice belonged to. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, yet I still couldn't see much but a silhouette of a curly haired man. I decided not to say anything, mostly because I couldn't. The figure cocked it's head to the left, and continued to beam down at me. In a common situation, I would probably be scared of the untimely guest, but I was just too drained to give a shit. I remembered my earlier thoughts, and sighed that I was still alive in this stupid fucking alleyway. He remained posed, but stepped about a foot back and slid his back down the opposite wall, sat in front of me. His legs were spread apart slightly, his forearms rested on his knees. From this new position, I could take a look at his face better. His expression was unreadable, yet stern. I could make out a sparkle in one of his eyes through a nearby streetlight.
"I'm Harry." He said quietly, slumping his body comfortably against the rock hard wall. I remained still and never changed my facial expression, even though I had no idea what it was since my face was so numb. His breathing was even and he paused, "you look cold," he began as he started sliding his jacket off his arms and lightly threw it to the floor in front of me, "wear my coat." He said. I lowered my gaze at the clothing, and continued to not speak. Instead, my forehead pounded slightly and I dropped my head back into my knees in hopes to try to die again.
"You're going to freeze." Harry muttered, and I was aggravated that he wouldn't just leave me alone, couldn't he tell I didn't want his company? "Maybe I want to be cold." I said quietly, surprising myself that I was actually able to let words come out. He sighed and I felt him begin moving over to me, picking up his jacket along the way.
"Don't be stubborn." His sternness startled me. He moved until he was right next to me, as he gently pulled the coat over my shoulders. As he pulled away, his hand brushed my skin slightly and the close proximity made me so overwhelmed that I began to shake a bit.
"Please," I began as I looked away hiding my face in shame.
"What happened to you.." He whispered and I almost didn't hear him at all. Noises began to stir at the far end of the alley and I guessed that Harry knew it was time to go because he whispered it was time in my ear, and before I knew it I was scooped in his arms.
The warmth of him was comforting, but somehow still uncomfortable and foreign feeling. I didn't know why but my eyes were open yet my pupils were still in the back of my head. I felt dizzy and sick as Harry's feet slammed against the cold ground as he ran. I didn't know where he was going, and why he was taking me with him, but I struggled to open my mouth and let words come out because my throat was so dry and closed up. Tears were stinging in the corner of my eyes due to the fast pace we were slicing through the cold atmosphere. I allowed my brain to stop meandering and just go blank, my eyes shut slowly, and my body went limp.
**
I was snapped back to reality when water began hitting my back abruptly and without warning. My clothes slowly became dampened when I noticed I was in the bath. My eyes shot up to Harry, who was standing over me, I was able to see more of his face, but my eyesight was still too foggy to really study any features. Realizing it was dark, I wondered why he hadn't turned the bathroom light on. The heat of the water surrounded my every cold nerve and helped my body become relaxed.
