Faceless [H.S]

Human. 30

Authors Note

Thank you all for 3k. :) I've been writing this for a while now and so my writing is changing so much--but you guys are sticking by me and I appreciate it more than you know. T

he story is now shifting and I can't wait until it's finished... it's gonna get crazy.

Listen to the song while reading this chapter.

"I believed you were crazy." 

NO POV

After Valerie left the kitchen, Harry found himself standing there for a couple minutes more, face flushed in embarrassment. He put his face in his hands, anger surging throughout him. "Fuck--" he muttered out. He wanted to punch something because of the mere fact that...

He was not drunk at all.

Those were completely sober ramblings, but he wouldn't dare tell her. perhaps if he had been drunk, it would've been less humiliating for him---the way he stumbled on each sentence because of the look in her eyes when she took in all of the words. 

She looked so... desperate. Desperate to just... understand. 

She did want to understand him, because she was so confused. And scared.

He wanted to indulge in her, selfishly. He was captivated.

He actually hadn't even taken a single sip of the vodka.

He was going to. He left her apartment and picked some up and was about to pour himself a hefty drink--but once he heard Valerie wake up and walk toward the kitchen, he followed after, his feet moving before he could even explain it himself, like she was a magnet. He couldn't even help it. His emotions were like sand slipping in between his fingers; he couldn't control the spill.

He had also accidentally gotten some liquor on himself upon trying to open the bottle moments before--which explained the scent on his clothes. 

Harry was violently sleep deprived; his brain jumbled just trying to make sense of this entire situation. He had pretended to fall asleep so he could try to work it over in his head. He had been waiting for her to speak to her privately. Not like how it was every single time, with her scared. He didn't want to scare her, anymore. 

Most of the time he felt so aroused by the power of scaring someone, but when it came to her it made him feel emotions he wasn't used to. 

Or maybe, she brought emotions he didn't even know he had. 

His whole life he was so used to being cold and dark and angry. Growing up wasn't all that easy for him, and he wanted people to suffer like how he had suffered when he was a child. Inflicting pain--that was his sole enjoyment. He liked feeling powerful. He liked control; because he never had it before.

But Valerie; Valerie wasn't like that. She suffered and didn't want to inflict it on people. Why? She'd been through enough, had she not? He couldn't comprehend it. So he planned to speak to her.

But when she appeared; eyes swollen from  crying, frame looking weak and cold, he lost the planned speech in his brain. 

But, it worked in his favor: Valerie just thought it was the alcohol talking, so this eased the tension in his nerves a bit more. 

'Yes, I was only drunk, and that explained it all.' He thought to himself.

She wouldn't dare reveal to him that those words meant a lot, however. It made him seem like an actual person. With emotions. And feelings. 

Human; to the core.