Looking for a Safe Life

Chapter 2

"Harry."- I looked at him.He finally spoke. "I'm Harry Styles"

Harry Styles.... I know his name from somewhere. Oh well, whatever, this neighborhood is so small that I must have heard of his name before.

"Emma. Emma Stevens." -I said and I went to talk to Dave, as he asked.

He just talked about me quitting that job. Nothing special.

After that I went to my desk and I sat down. In that moment I heard a noise. Dave appeared.

"Hey doll, I'm going downstairs. Don't forget to stay here darling." -He kissed my cheek and went downstairs but then he came back and said: "Oh, and I'll say to Harry to come upstairs so you won't stay alone in here." -He said smiling.

I'm not very keen about Dave's idea! I must admit, that guy with raspy voice scares the hell out of me.

And he's so mysterious too. Gosh.

I put my arms on my desk, and lay my head down. It was dark in that room and I was lonely. I was almost asleep when I heard a hot and raspy voice. I stood up my head from my arms in less than a second.

"Are you okay?" - He asked me.

"Yeah, yes I am. I was just..." - I tried to think of a good lie to tell him "You know, I was just..."

"Trying to sleep" - He interrupted me.- "Don't worry, that's normal. I mean working at night while you should be sleeping. Do you work at day too? Or you study? Or neither both maybe?Do you spend time with your family? Or you live alone?"

He was asking to much. I just said. "No." But he didn't give up.

"No what?" - He asked again.

I didn't want to talk to him. Not being rude, but I don't even know this guy, why does he want to know so much. I started a new conversation so he would stop with the questions.

"Harry Styles? Do I know you from somewhere?"

He got weird with this question. His eyes started to be red. What the hell? Omg. Omg. What do I do now?! He turned around as he stared outside through the window.

I didn't know what to do with this 'Harry Styles' guy. Oh, I remember now! It was because of him that Izzy broke up with Mickey.

I got up and went to his side.

"I know you! You kinda ruined my brother's life!"- He looked at me nervous.He hasn't red eyes anymore. - "How dare you? I wished he found you in that night."

"He did." - He interrupted me.

"What?" - I was now confused. Micky told me he couldn't find that 'son of a bitch' (his words, not mine) anywhere.

"He did and he did me this"- He took his shirt off, right in front of me.Oh shoot. I tried to not look at those abs, and I looked to the watch on the wall, and it was 12.00 am. My birthday. My 18th birthday. I looked again to Harry, «that's a good present» I thought to myself. Then I woke up from my thought.

"You're cute when you blush" - He said giggling. I put my hands on my cheeks and I felt them really hot. He turned around and I saw his back. He had a big scar. I couldn't help to put my hand in front of my mouth. I didn't know about this. Why would my brother lie to me?

I put my hand on that scar and I felt it. His back is so cold.

"Your hand is so warm." - He said whit a stupid smile on his face and I blushed again. I took my hand imidiately of his wound.

"How did he do this?... I need to go!" I need to talk to Mickey now, this can't be true! I ran away from him and went downstairs to say to Dave I was leaving.