Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

Nine.

I took a deep breath as I stared in front of me. The boy who had lost his parents, locking himself behind them. I found myself wondering what happened behind that door, between those walls. It could be some cute banter with Lux or maybe he was just cleaning, not that he seemed a clean cut guy. Maybe he gamed like most guys my age or maybe he preferred watching soccer on the television. I wouldn't know.

I sighed, how had I become interested in some stranger's life. A stranger that wasn't really appealing to talk to. The way he brushed me off when he looked for Lux that very first day, fresh in my memory. How had I become longing for his touch, hearing his voice. I had been thinking the last hours and I busted myself rather having him snapping at me that not hearing his voice at all.

I raised my hand and let my knuckles brush the door hard enough so it could be heard on the other side of the wood. I could hear things falling over and him mummuring some curses before making his way to the door to open it.

My gaze found his eyes. They wore a different shade of green, the spark was gone. They were dull, empty even. He didn't seem to bother hiding the navyblue bags underneath his eyes, showing his lack of sleep.

A lazy crooked grin splitted his heart shaped lips from one another as he noticed me fiddling with my fingers. I was nervous, because I wasn't able to read me while he was. I thought I knew why his eyes were empty and sad. He had been alone for the last days. He hadn't come out his small flat, he lived miles away from what he could call family and his little sister was at the exact same spot now.

I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. It was when he spoke that I noticed how his breath was mixed with a scent of strong alcohol. Harry had been drinking his problems away, the lonelyness, instead of looking for company and it was something I didn't understand. I couldn't get my mind wrapped around someone trying to drink, to smoke or to get high, just to let the pain fade. I admitt I liked the kick, the uncertainity of it all, but when I had been hurt, or had my problems I tried to find someone to help me.

“So you decided to come back to me.” He gripped me by my arm and pulled me inside of his tiny flat. I felt quite uncomfortable when the door was closed inches behind me. I was alone in a flat with a drunk stranger that didn't like me.

He made is way to the cough and dropped himself down at the total left, patting the spot beside him. “Come here.”

I shifted uncertainly in the spot before making my way over to him, not knowing what went on in that drunk mind of his. He could be an angry drunk, pushing people away and getting pissed off at every single thing and I couldn't help but feel unsafe. Scott was that kind of drunk and he always scared me punching everything he was just because it annoyed him while the object just...were there?

But he could be that funny drunk like Felicity. Felicity had the fase that the first half hour she would be laughing because everything she saw or heard would be hilarious. Later she would be very open and tell everything what comes up in her without thinking and than she would become emotional and clingy, wanting hugs and kisses on her forehead and I was a mix between the two of them.

I sat down next to him nervously, leaving a few inches between us. Soon after his hands found place on both sides of my hips and pulled me towards me.

“Not that far beautiful.” His hot breath tingled my ear and as much as I tried to ignore the fire rushing through my body, I couldn't.

“You know, I'm really glad you came. When you slammed the door after our kiss, well. It didn't feel good.” I closed my eyes, remembering how his lips had felt against mine. But at least now I knew he wasn't the angry drunk and maybe I was quite relieved.