New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 1:

The ticking of the old clock that stood in the far corner of the living room sounded throughout the silent house, along with the tapping of my pencil against the table beside the couch. My body sunk deep into the couch, my chest collapsing as I let out a sigh from boredom. Where was he?

My eyes glanced up at a small clock that hung above the bar, noting it was half past four. He said he had something to do, I thought to myself, but soon remembering that was at least an hour ago. Where is he!

I slid my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it with a small click! Sighing, I started to scroll through my photos like I did on a daily basis. Of course most of my photos were mainly of me and him, but a lot were from friends. I missed them, I missed them alot. Being stuck in Hell without anyone but him wasn't all that I wanted. I missed my friends, and I missed my family. I wanted to go back to Earth, but I felt so weird about it. There wasn't a lot of people that knew about that stuff, right? I mean, im probably one of the only ones. Besides him of course.

Scrolling through my photos, I stopped at one. It was a photo of someone, but I couldn't quite put a name on him. He had dark black hair that Hung low to his shoulders, followed by dark black makeup that covered his face. Who was he? Standing next to him was me.. Why me? I didn't even know him! Why was I even near him? He looked like some freak that rolled off the edge of the Earth into a pool of darkness.

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off of the couch. My feet touched the cold hard wood floor as I walked up the stairs into the massive kitchen, setting my cellphone down on the counter. I clicked on the home button, groaning as the "No Service" flashed up in the left hand corner. Plugging it in, I hit shuffle and set it down.

"Just tonight I will stay," I hummed along to the song, leaning on the open fridge as my eyes scanned over the contents inside. The fridge was so empty, only a few packages of meat lay inside. The cold air licked at my skin as I reached inside, snagging one of the packages. "And we'll throw it all away. When the light hits your eyes..."

I switched on one of the lighters atop the stove, letting a flame ignite instantly. I bent down, grabbing a pan from the cabinet as I set it down gently on top of the stove, letting the flames lick the bottom of the pan.

"But I'm too numb to feel now," I continued along with the song, slapping the meat on the now warm pan. I watched as the meat began to sizzle, and I stepped aside to the cutting board. Snatching a few vegetables, I easily cut them up quickly, sliding them down off the cutting board into a small bowl. My hands wrapped around the small bottle of seasoning. I lifted it up over the small bowl, shaking a bit inside of it as I continued to sing along to the song.

"Alright, that was Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless!" The announcer said, his voice blasting through the speaker stand that sat itself on top of the countertop, "Now, who shall we play?"

"Fall Out Boy!" I said happily to myself, knowing he couldn't hear me. I smiled, hoping that my outburst would be answered. I turned the meat over onto its other side, letting it cook evenly.

"Alright, this song is called Faithless by Black Veil Brides!" The announcer said happily, and my body froze. That name.  That band name. Or maybe the song? Something sent shivers up my spine, but I shook it off.

The song soon started to play, and once more I stopped, my ears twitching at the sound of the song. That voice, where did I know it from? It was so deep, so masculine, so... Perfect.

"Cross your heart, open your mind!"

That lyric, did I know it?

"Hide your face in their disguise!"

I was shocked to hear myself humming along to the tune, as if I actually knew the song? Why was that? Did I know the song? Maybe I heard it playing before on this station. I shrugged it off, continuing to cook. The aroma coming off of the food filled the air, and I smiled to myself in success as I took a whiff of it. Delicious! I thought softly to myself, glancing at the clock again.

"C'mon, babe," I whined to myself, noting that a half hour has passed. Where was he? What the hell was he doing for God's sake! I turned around, reaching into the fridge as I grabbed the half gallon of milk. Snagging a glass from the cabinet, I slowly poured some into my glass, my eager mouth waiting for it. Milk was my favorite drink, and I couldn't go a day without it.

"Even when I fall down to my knees, I'll never say a prayer I don't believe!" The mans deep voice sounded through the speaker, causing me to set my glass down. I knew that damn voice! I knew it from somewhere.

My body jumped as I heard the front door shut, and a smile appeared on my face as I set my glass down. "I'm home, beautiful." His deep voice called out, locking the door behind him. I immediately spun around and ran at him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. I felt his cold hands wrap around my body as well, digging his face into my shoulder.

"I missed you," I murmured.

"I missed you more, Madison."

I pulled off, smiling at his beautiful face. This man, I loved him so much. He's been there for me through it all, and has tried day after day to help me regain the small memories that I've lost once before. All I needed to remember was the man that I loved, the man that I needed in my life.

"Where were you?" I questioned.

He chuckled. "I told you, out."

I sighed, "Oh, okay. Well anyways, I made us dinner! I hope you're hungry."

He smiled. "Of course I am."

I beamed at him, kissing his nose softly as I led him into the kitchen. He sat himself down at the head of the table, and I set a plate down in front of him. He licked his lips and dug in, not waiting for me. I hadn't made any for myself, for I made it all for him.

My stomach rumbled, but I ignored it. I was starving, but if I had asked for a bite of the food he was eating, his rage would unleash. So I settled myself in the chair, waiting for him to finish.

I loved this man so much. Despite my unknown knowledge of every time he's said to of helped me, I still loved him.

I love my soulmate, Harry.