Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 20

I don’t remember when but sometime between all the crying, I eventually sobbed myself to sleep. I found myself in what I figured out to be Harry’s bed, still in my clothes from the night before. I sat up in bed and stared at the door, not exactly knowing what to do next. Things were so much easier when I believed Harry and his brothers were evil, hell, I still kinda do, but after everything that happened I have all this doubt flooding my mind. All these unanswered questions that were driving me insane.

Why did Harry save me?

I felt like death was the only peaceful way out, my only way of dying on my terms, and he took that from me. Why? Cause he has feelings for me? Is that even possible? It’s not like he has a heart, it’s not even beating. So how can he possibly have feelings for a person? What kind of feelings are they if they even exist? Friendly or something more? Did our kiss mean anything to him? Did I truly mean anything to him?

My thoughts were interrupted when I suddenly smelled something in the air that made my tummy grumble…was that…bacon?

Oh god…

I got up from the bed but looked almost knocked over something as I went. My suitcase was sat up against the bed, it’s probably best I change out of these clothes; the bleach smell was still in them. I changed quickly into a pair of jeans and a top with my boots and left my necklace on as I walked out the door.

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I was a bit hesitant walking down the steps of the home. The other boys probably didn’t want me here. I was Harry’s…whatever you wanted to call us. And even if they did want me here, for what reason?

To eat…

I shivered at the thought, but I continued to follow the smell. My hunger getting the best of me. Besides my binge yesterday I’ve barely had anything to eat, and I needed something. I walked down the hallway and stopped at the archway where the kitchen was; I paused when I heard shouting.

“This is such a stupid idea!” A voice similar to Louis’ moaned.

“She’s human Lou, do you expect to microwave her a cup o’ blood for breakfast?” Liam fussed.

“Why don’t you two just sit down and let Niall take care of this. I actually eat the stuff; I know how it’s supposed to taste.” Niall bragged.

I heard a load clatter and then another moan. “How am I even supposed to work this stove thingy! Things were so much easier when people cooked with a cauldron!” Zayn yelled.

Suddenly a silence filled the kitchen and I felt my body stiffen. I heard a few throats clear before Liam spoke again.

“It seems our house guest has awoken boys.” Liam laughed.

Suddenly Harry poked his head through the arch way and smiled at me. “Morning love.” He grinned. He walked back in the kitchen and I followed slowly. I sat next to Harry on a stool in front of the island in the kitchen. He scooted closer to me and whispered in my ear.

“They insisted on making you breakfast. I told them not to because I didn’t think you’d be that hungry after everything…”

I shook my head and gave a small smile to the rest of the boys. “I can eat.”

Niall, Liam, and Louis broke out in big grins before turning back to the mess they had created in the kitchen. Zayn broke his gaze off the stove before huffing and throwing an oven mitt at it. “Fuck this; I’m going out for a smoke.” He turned on his heel and left down the hallway.

The boys rolled their eyes at him before turning back to their cooking. Harry looked back at me and gave a soft smile. “How’re you feeling?” He asked.