My Stranger

Chapter 7

After speaking for several hours about my childhood, and what I wanted to do in the future, I decided I was hungry. “errm, Harry?”

“Yeah” Harry’ eyebrows suddenly furrowed, he looked worried. “Well, it’s late and I’m, well…” A muffled gargle interrupted me, it was my stomachs way of telling me to eat, to prevent the monster in me from being unleashed. I always had an appetite; it just seemed to be magnified when I was nervous. A low chuckle escaped his lips, causing a giggle to leave mine. I don’t remember being this happy, not even when I was younger.

Without another thought, I stood up from my seated position on the bed and began to make my way over to the off white door, that lead to the corridor. “Where are you going?” A raspy voice mumbled. Harry was sat on the bed, with a small frown on his face. He looked cute, like he was a small child that was told ‘no’, but he was far too beautiful to be childlike. I cocked my head to the side and did my best impression of a pouty child “Well, I’m hungry! And you weren’t going to feed me!” I joked as I offered him my hand, allowing him to guide me down the stairs and into another part of his immaculate house.

 Harry’s kitchen was of a large size, but seemed modest. The walls had a banner of black and white tiles, that reflected the light even when the smallest ray hit them. The walls were painted white and dotted with slick white cupboards with gold bar shaped handles. Harry walked over to one of the many cupboards and pulled out a packed of pasta and a jar of pasta sauce. My stomach instantly growled at seeing the food. A smile soon crept onto Harry’s face, showing his amusement at my hunger. I couldn’t help but giggle, at the noise erupting from my belly, making me feel like a small child.  “That’s a beautiful sound” Harry spoke softly as I covered my mouth to prevent the girly laugh that threatened to escape them again. I bowed my head so that he couldn’t see that my cheeks had a familiar scarlet glow to them, showing my embarrassment at his comment. Why did I always get so nervous around him, yet feel comfortable around him at the same time. Harry wrapped his arm around me, making me mould to his body. I could hear the steady beating of his heart as my head came into contact with his chest, suddenly making me relax. “Please don’t be nervous Fleur” he paused, letting me nuzzle my head on his chest for warmth. “You smell good” he started to rub my sides, inhaling deeply.  I began to trace patterns onto his back, mirroring the ones he was designing on my ribcage. Even the slightest of touch from him, my body began to ignite, sending shivers down my spine from pure happiness. It was ecstasy being with him, even just for the short time I had know him, I knew I wanted to be his… No matter what.

The distorted ding from the timer went of, signalling that our food was ready. With regret, I pulled away from our tender embrace and started to pace over to the stove, feeling the heat radiate.  Just as I pulled the pan off of the heat, Harry’ arms wrapped around my waist, causing me to drop the small pan on to the floor. The crash that followed was horrendous, although it was more bearable to the pain that began to invade my body. The boiling water from the pan spilled on the floor, pooling at my feet. I let out a scream as the water gnawed at my feet, breaking the skin. The pain was excruciating as I felt the soles of my feet burn. I tried to run from the water that was lapping at my toes, but the pressure of moving was too much. I felt  darkness come for me, its claws hooking at my life as it attempted to drag me into a deep sleep.

Two arms were soon wrapped around my waist, pulling me from the ibis. The arms were toned and strong, I had no doubt that it was Harry. “Fleur? Fleur, please be okay. I’m so sorry baby.” With that, my eyes fluttered shut, blocking out the world.

I opened my eyes to see that I was laying on Harry’s bed, Harry sat on the edge, muttering something that I couldn’t decipher. He grabbed my foot, causing my eyes to shut abruptly in an attempt to stop the pain. Harry’s muttering became louder and faster, his grip on my foot increasing. Suddenly a white light began to beam from his fingers, that were tightly holding my foot hostage. I opened my eyes as the light grew brighter, hurting my green orbs. His alien words grew loader still, becoming almost a command, causing the light to get even brighter.

Harry’s eyes met mine as he muttered the last part of his aggressive chant. The light from his fingers ceased as his scowl turned into a look of shock, his mouth slightly agape as he realised that I had witnessed him do something I shouldn’t have, although I wasn’t entirely sure as to what that something was.

“FLEUR.” He shouted as he pounced on me, taking care to not knock my damaged feet. He kissed my cheeks as tears started to tumble from my eyes, not due to pain but to fear. Harry pushed himself off of me, with a leg either side of my waist so that he was straddling me. “Fleur, I need you to listen to me. I-I’m not normal.” His words caused my heart to sink further into my chest, was he talking about what just happened? I pushed myself further up the bed so that my back was resting against some blue and gold pillows. I wanted to prepare myself for what he had to say, there was no denying that he was ‘normal’, he made light come out of his fingers, but I wanted to listen to what he had to say. I nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I’m old, like really old” He spoke in his thick British accent. “I’m not a human, I’m a, well…I’m an angel! Well actually I’m a fallen Angel because I could even be a real angel properly. I basically fell from Heaven to Earth when I was eighteen and…” Harry trailed off as he saw my eyes widen. I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to tell me about his past. Because, as strange as this was, I actually believed him. I knew that he was different and to beautiful to meant to be here on earth. “Please, carry on. Why did you fall? Are you immortal? Tell me everything! I gushed.

“You are taking this better than I thought you would” he laughed “Well I fell from Heaven because I fell in love with someone. God told angles that we weren’t to love, if we did, we would no longer be beings of the divine. Not completely, anyway. And I watched the girl grow up, knowing I would love her, knowing I would have to choose either Heaven or love. I’m sure you can guess which I chose. I am immortal yes, but only until the one I love loves me back.” I hated the thought of him being with someone else,  let alone loving them. I swallowed my jealousy, so I could ask a question. “ So have you found this love of yours?” I asked bitterly.

“Umm, yeah. You know her” He smirked, knowing that he was successful in playing me. I moved my self from off of the bed, my right foot was still tender so I had to hobble. Harry grabbed my wrist gently, but with enough force so that I couldn’t escape. “Where are you going” he spoke with such sincerity, as though he didn’t know what I was talking about. “Leaving so you can be with your love! Oh and don’t forget to mention that you’re an Angle and that you kissed me!” my shouting echoed through the room, my anger and envy clear.  Harry stood up so that he was facing me, still clasping my hands. “Its you Fleur. It always has been and always will be” he stopped to move my face so that I was looking at him, staring at his mesmerizingly green eyes. He held my face, keeping me in place so that I had no choice but to look at him. “Fleur, I love you!” he spoke before crashing his lips onto mine.