She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 13 {Amazing}

HARLEY'S P.O.V

"That was, amazing." I stammered out, looking at Louis with shock. He chuckled lightly, turning to me with a small smile. 

"I've always liked music." He mumbled, taking my hand in his colder one. I tensed a bit, feeling the tingling sensation roam my nerves. My eyes connected with his golden ones, and his lips opened ever so slightly, and he leaned in, taking his other hand and wrapping it again over my waist. I licked my lips, only to be surprised with a sudden kiss from his marble lips, cooling my warmer ones.

He was slow, but I wasn't a girl who had patience. I pushed my lips to his, fumbling with my hands into his hair and moving closer to him on the stool. Louis' hands gripped my waist, and suddenly I was sitting on his lap with our connection unmoving. He pursed his lips into the kiss, and oddly pulled back, clenching his jaw and opening his eyes slowly.

"I won't be able to control myself if we go further." He whispered, and I furrowed my eyebrows, now being the one with pursed lips. This scenario helplessly reminded me of twilight, but I pushed the thought away.

"Then whatever." I stated, gathering myself as I stood up, walking out of the room. I wasn't even necessarily pissed, just I hated living like this. I missed home, I missed where I could kiss anyone and I had Dayla annoying me and Victor making us his famous dishes. My parents hugs, my dad's treats, mom's caringness.

I missed it all.

The saddest part was that I couldn't even help them, while they hopelessly wait for my name to be on the list. I think it would be better if they knew at least if I was alive, because then they could finally stop hoping, even though people say hope is the best thing. Hope.

Even I wish I had that, right now. That I could hope for the best out of everything and not expect everything to be terrible. I wish that nothing was terrible like it was now, but maybe I'm just a whiner. I shouldn't be a whiner, I shouldn't be falling in love with Louis.

But he's all I got, they're all I got. This- this twisted and messed up story was what I had right now, and I needed to move on and accept that. I pictured what anyone who was sane, what they would do if they were in my position. Probably, if they didn't feel this stupid emotional connection to someone who wasn't even human, they would be finding a way to get out of here. Is that I should be planning, an escape?

"Harley." I heard Louis voice call, and I turned around in my place in the hallway, finding Louis in the doorway, his eyes looking into mine.

"None of this is fair, none of this." I sighed, crossing my arms as I stared at him.

"I know it's not, and I know that you want to see them." He bellowed, frustration crossing his features. "But if I could, I would have already."

He wanted me to be happy, the look on his face and frustration in his gestures. If only he could tell me what I wanted to hear, that I could go and at least let them know I was okay.

"Louis they wouldn't tell anyone, do you see the pain you're putting them through? They always watched out for me, they- they don't deserve this." I argued, gesturing my hands in the air, an exasperated sigh leaving my lips.

He pursed his lips towards me, silence filling the surrounding air. It seemed like he was having an internal argument with himself, until he finally just shook his head towards me.

"It's too risky, Harley. Please just let it go."

I was a bit shocked, at how he thought I could just let it go. Did he think my family didn't matter, that I didn't care about them? They were all I had left, and he expected me to just give up on it?