Fiendish

Chapter 12

I'm like a rubber band and if you pull to hard, then I might snap and I move face, but you won't see me fall apart.

-Sia, Elastic Heart

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Carmen's Pov.

I opened my eyes to see something that shocked me.

Harry was lying down on my bed, his arms still wrapped around me. His lips were slightly parted and his brown curly hair covered half of his face. I brushed it back with my finger and his nose twitched. I small smile crept on my face at that and I attempted at untangling myself from him.

I stood up from my bed successfully and stretched my arms. I went into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. My hair was a mess and I had bags beneath my eyes. My skin was pale and I scrunched my nose. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I finally managed to make my long hair presentable before I exited the bathroom.

I went back into my room and looked at Harry. He was still asleep and looked like he wasn't getting up anytime soon. I sat down next to him and slowly, yet hesitantly, ran my hand over my face. Harry gives me migraines but sometimes it's worth it.

I shook my head. That's not what I mean. I don't even know what I mean. I looked back at Harry and reached over him, grabbing my phone. I pulled it off the charger and looked at the screen. My eyes widened when I saw the time: 12:33pm. I haven't slept this long in a while.

I made my way past the time and to the text Julie sent me.

Julie: good morning babe. Are you okay, Car? Is he still there? Please text me back soon, Luke and I are worried :(

I sent her a quick reply, telling her that I was alright and Harry was still here. I put my phone back on the nightstand and went to my closet. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt. I looked over at Harry to make sure he was still asleep and quickly changed my clothes. Just as I slipped my shirt over my head I heard Harry whine.

I looked over at him to see his eyes screwed shut. His face held a startling amount of true pain and his head was moving slightly back and forth. He was sweating, causing his hair stuck to his face.

"Harry?" I called out and moved toward him.

"No." He whispered, his voice holding pain and fearful emotion. My heart stopped and panic filled me up to the brim.

I brushed a piece of hair out of his face and shook him gently.

"Harry, wake up." I urged but it had no effect. His breathing picked up and he balled his fist.

"No, please." Harry cried and I felt like there was a heavy weight dropped--no, crashed on my chest. I shook him harder.

"Harry, please wake up." I said louder and kept shaking his shoulders. My voice cracked and I was almost to the point were I wanted to slap him awake.

It seemed like forever before Harry's eyes opened and he shot up in my bed. I instinctively put my hands on his cheeks and made him look at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked frantically and he pushed my hands away.

"Don't touch me, Carmen." He snapped and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I found myself apologizing, absolutely shocked. "I just wanted to-"

Before I could get another word out, he stood from my bed, grabbed his shirt, and hurried out of my room. I heard a door slam and somehow knew he locked himself in the bathroom. I sat on my bed and tried to comprehend what has just happened. I didn't do anything wrong, so why the act, Harold?