The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 37- forgiveness?

'No apology is better than a fake one.'

His eyes were a glimmering colour of emerald, dark but not the dangerous dark they turn into when something nasty is just around the corner. They were like a forest at sunset; the green of the leaves clinging to the very last bits of light they could. I knew he didn't know how to continue, so I decided to take it upon myself to help him out.

"I'm still confused as to why my trusted best friend would make me go through all that shit... It was uncalled for." After all the things Harry had told me that day, you'd expect me to be dumbfounded, to stay silent as if my mouth had been taped  over, to be so surprised I might faint. That was not going to happen. Saying I was adamant to get the whole story out of him would be an understatement. I was determined to make the hazy picture in my mind clear, and as weird as that probably sounds him enlightening me made me feel much more comfortable around him. It made me want to ask more questions and dig deeper into the mystery, which sadly happened to  be also my life.

"Like I said, hurting you wasn't on my agenda. My original plan was taking your mother prior to your father for he was still in prison, then once they're both out of the picture I was going to come to your house, explain myself and well... After you would've forgiven me we--"

"Who said I would forgive you?"

I was caught off guard when the left side of his mouth carved up in a cocky half smile. My eyes widened when he pushed into my personal space, raising  his hand up. Instinctively, my hands sprang up to shield my face from the upcoming hit. My eyes squeezed shut as instead of an echoing slap, a long rough finger trailed a line across my cheekbone. My hands slowly lowered back to my lap, my eyes fluttering open to find concern moulded across his face rather than the ignorance displayed  seconds ago.

My gaze dropped, I suddenly felt embarrassed.

Two fingers were hooked under my chin, tilting it upward- not letting me avoid his piercing green eyes.

"You do know I would never hit you, right?" His voice came off surprisingly small, if I didn't know any better I'd say he was dreading my answer.

"No Harry, I don't know. You've forced me into much worse than hitting, I don't think you'd find throwing a punch at me very problematic." I spat, ignoring the hot burning trail of goosebumps on my cheek, where Harry's finger brushed moments prior.

Harry moved closer, making my cations raise up a bit.

Our proximity nearly caused me to fall out of the comfortable bed. Harry reached out to grab my arm, his eyes locking with mine as he ran his long fingers down my skin.

Dizziness forced over my mind, the feeling of fireworks firing inside the surface of my stomach made me almost feel queasy and my chest tightened, making it hard to breath. It was weird.

I quickly stumbled off the bed, feeling scared of my own reaction to his touch, accidentally knocking into the bedside table. My hands darted out before the lamp fell to the floor.

I felt pain struck my backside at the rough impact with the floor.

"Woah you alright?" I raised my head to meet Harry's worried, slightly amused eyes. I gave him a curt nod, my cheeks heating up at him watching my clumsy episode.

I watched curiously as he rose off the bed, strolling closer to me and bending down. He grabbed my waist, causing me to let out a whimper when my body was swept off the ground. One of Harry's strong arms went under my legs the other supported my back as he brought me up to his chest.

He sure had a thing for carrying me.

"You need some food in your system, I can tell. Would you rather go get something in there then continue with the investigations or vice versa?" He asked intently, patting my empty stomach when referring to 'there'.