I woke up to the sudden sound of thunder. I jolted out of bed, but I felt a strong arm pull me close.
"W-where are we?" I whispered.
"Shhhh, go back to bed." Harry whispered back as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I fell in and out of sleep, hoping that this was all a dream.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of Harry's voice. I turn my head and see that he was on the phone with someone. He hung up and I quickly shut my eyes. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he laid next to me, his arm pulling me in close to his torso. I didn't want to move. I felt... safe.
"Harry?" I asked.
"Mmm?" He mumbled.
"Can you explain this all to me?" I asked quietly.
"It's a long story." Harry mumbled again.
"I'm not going anywhere." I turned and faced toward him.
"Well, it all started a couple weeks ago..." Harry started.
We laid there for awhile. I just listened to him talk. It was peaceful, like he wasn't in a rush.
"So you didn't kill her? And why did I have to breakup with my boyfriend?" I asked.
"No, I was framed. And I know who did kill her." He paused. "It was Dylan."
"No. That-that can't be. He couldn't kill someon-"
"Shhh," Harry shushed me.
"I don't lie. It's a long story, but I needed to protect you." He demanded.
"But why?" I asked.
"Because I know people like you. The ones who think they can't be afraid. And I was one of them. You weren't afraid of me. I could see it in your eyes. You acted like you were afraid but you weren't, were you?" Harry asked me.
I shook my head.
"I don't think I will ever find someone like you again." He continued. "So please believe me."
"Um I think I need to go home. I need to see my family." I quickly spitted out.
"Please don-" Harry started.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
I grabbed my sweater off of the chair and pulled it over my upper body.
I ran threw what it seemed like an apartment for one. I was a foot away from opening the door when I look outside and see a swarm of reporters and a dozen police cars.
"Oh my god." I mumble under my breath.
