FEARLESSLY

CHAPTER III : TRIGGERS AND FIRST HINTS

I was stuck. I stayed there ,watching him worrying for me, watching his eyes softening even more, to the point where I could hint the emotion he felt for me. Pity.  I hate it. I hate when people look at me this way, with those "OH god poor little thing" eyes... I want him to stop. It's not his job anyway I ..

"I-... he.. it doesn't no, just a bit I-.. why do u care? " I asked still watching his beautiful eyes too stuttering on my words too, my eyes still teary too trying to get a hold of myself too, trying to get a hold of my messy emotions and blurry mind, trying to find my peace before I lost it... But this dark eyed being in my living room was making it harder than it seems as he kept checking me  and trying to figure me out, while I did the best I could to avoid a conversation about this. I acted indifferent, like I didn't knew what he talks about, forcing my arm out of his grip clearly startling him, as he looked at my arm then at his hand so confused tooo , raising his eyes back to me now, as I turned around too taking steps to the kitchen, biting lip so hard to control myself that I could feel a slight taste of blood from it, trying my best to ignore him while I was starting to cook smth for us, totally dodging all his attempts to make me open up and talk to him , as I heard him sigh from the living room too, followed by the sound of smth that seemed like he started to assembly his camera and all his stuff, clearly getting that I don't want to talk about this no more. Good. Now I can finally relax.... or this is what I thought.

Harry's pov

I can't stop thinking about it. What happened to her? Did that jerk did that bruise on her arm? Are there more bruised on her body-.. No. I refuse to think that. It can't be.. Maybe they friends,right? Maybe they argued and she wanted to abruptly end the conversation like she did with me and he didn't agreed. Right? At least  I hope is this and not smth more bigger. God. My mind is gona go crazy, why can't I stop thinking about her? From the moment I met her on the street that day, my mind is full of her almost all day. And night. I keep thinking If she is safe, If the jerk followed her again, then goes to the image of her, thinkng back at her teary but gorgeous and so fragile eyes, to her rosy cheeks, her soft looking pinkish lips that were trembling, the fear on her beautiful face her-. God damn it Harry stop thinking of her. I shake my head trying to hold myself, but useless. God, she is beautiful. I smile at the thought as I take a glance up to her, that was making her way back to me , with 2 plates of pasta, smiling warmly to, and I swear my heart fluttered for this woman, until my eyes felt back to the bruise on her arm. That's when I lost it, griping the camera so tight in my hands too but eventually leting it down the sofa too standing up abruptly too and catching her wrists and trying to find on her face smth. Smth that I couldn't find ,because all I read on her face was fear.

"I'm sorry but I can't hold myself no more, I need to know what happened, please tell me what goes on, I saw the way he tried to get u some days ago on the street  and for some reason it just didn't seemed right, what's going on are y- ...." I told her trying to make her tell me what is going on with her, but didn't got to finish my sentence as she flinched the second I took her wrists too, her eyes becoming larger and filled with fear. I let go of her wrists so fucking fast, regretting it so bad, while she took a step back and me a step forward to her, not wanting to let her get away this time. I needed to know. For some reason I really needed to know, because I got this strange feeling of wanting to protect her from everything.