Do I Frighten You?

Chapter 11

*****Ella's POV*****

"Found you" Harry stated proudly looking under the bed at me. "That's no fair! Your vampire abilities helped you!" I argued. He chuckled and helped me out from under the bed. We have been playing hide and seek, but, Harry has cheated every game now. "Is it my turn to hide?" He asked with a cheeky grin. "No. I don't wanna play anymore." "Okay then" he laughed. "What would you like to do?" I didn't really know what I wanted to do. There really isn't anything to do. "I know! Follow me" he said exiting the room.

Harry lead me to the kitchen table and walked away to fetch something. He came back with a drawing canvas and some pencils. "Just sit and look pretty like you always do" he instructed me. The canvas was placed in front of him, and he was sitting across from me. He kept on peeking behind his drawing place and looked at me with a smile. I laughed at how sneaky he was trying to act. "Harry this is gonna take forever." I whined. "No it wont, just be patient" he continued on his art or whatever he was doing. I just sat and waited. ,tnnnun.

After awhile Harry set down his art utensil and grinned widely at me. Turning around the canvas a beautiful portrait of me was sketched, causing me to have a mixture of emotions. Happy, excited, and slightly blushing. "Harry that's... Amazing." I gushed. His smile got even bigger. "Anything that has to do with you is amazing" he said in a lower voice, it kinda sounded like he was talking to himself. My cheeks flushed, he handed me the Canvas and fled the scene. Why'd he leave?

His muscular back was facing me, as he sat on the front porch steps. "Hey" I greeted sitting down beside him. He didn't answer. "Is everything ok? Why'd you walk away?" Fishing for some type of reaction on his face, he turned to me. "What?" I asked with a giggle. His stare was lost and playful, kinda like he was observing me in a way. "Ella I have something to tell you."

My nerves kicked in but I swallowed them back down, nodding for him to continue. "Well, I really enjoy having you here.... And I was wondering how you like it here? Or uhm.. How you like me?" Seeing Harry in this nervous state was new to me. And I must admit, I like it, a lot.

Did he think I didn't like being here? I'd rather be here than where I was before. And besides, it's been nice, I can't complain. "I like it here, sometimes it may get boring, and lonely, but it's better than- well, it's nice." I assured him with a smile. He didn't look just yet satisfied. "And me?" The sparkle in his eyes pulled my away from the present. It's like they could put you in a trance. "Oh.. Um... You great" I said sheepishly coming back into the conversation. "Great? I meant like, how do you feel about me?" He asked. Well this just got awkward. My bottom lip was taken in between my teeth, a bad habit for when I get nervous. "I-I like you" I stuttered. That was an utter lie. Clearly, I don't just like him. "Oh" he looked down.

"So have you heard from Niall or Liam?" I asked plopping on the couch next to him. "Uh no" he said focusing on the tv. Today I decided I was gonna try to show my feelings for Harry without actually saying them, and so far, it's not working. "What's your favorite color?" I asked trying to make conversation. "....Grey" "Favorite Drink?" "Blood" I scrunched my face into a disgusted look, he didn't see because his eyes were fixed on the glowing screen of the tv. "Besides blood?" "Pepsi" I was gonna ask him more but I felt like I was getting annoying so I decided to go upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, I walked over to the bed to fall back on it. Sometimes I think about back home, wondering if anyone's in search of me, or if I'm missed... Ha! I doubt it. The horrible memories of home will always be in my head, the only thing I can do is move on. Sooner or later I figure I'll have to tell Harry about my past, but for know I'm willing to keep it to myself.

My mind began to drift away into sleep, a deep deep sleep.

I was being shaken violently "Ella! Get up you lazy arse!" The familiar voice yelled. I forced my eyes open to be met by Fred, my rotten, abusive, mean stepdad. "I'm up, I'm up" I said with evident fear in my voice. He grabbed my shirt and yanked me out of bed, dragging me out of the room. My fingers were tightly clutched to the collar of my shirt that was strangling me at the moment.