In the Depths of Your Darkness

three.

The rest of the day traveled by in a blur, and soon enough, I found myself walking back to Harry's locker a final time to say goodbye. It was awfully sweet of him to show me around today, and I don't want him to think I'm unappreciative.

"Hey, uhm. Thank you for the guidance today, it helped a lot", he left me confused when all he gave in return was a curt nod of his head. "Maybe we could hangout sometime? Possibly get to know each other some?"

He slammed his locker shut and turned to me so fast I thought his neck would snap in two. "Look, just because I played tour guide today doesn't mean I'm your friend. I don't need to be, nor do I want to be. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I didn't know what to think as he walked off just as fast as he finished his unpleasant affirmation. Obviously I was stupid to think that he would be, I mean, he is the school's 'bad boy' to begin with. Maybe he's just in a mood.

A half hour later, my feet were finally starting the journey up our new driveway. I could hear Tyler and Quinn a few steps behind, fantasizing over the French foreign exchanged student in their gym class.

"Quinn, did you see the ass on that chick? She's got a booty on her like Kim K!"

"Dude, it was as big as Kim's. You'd have to get implants for that shit."

When my ears heard the word 'implants', I knew I was finished listening in on the conversation. As we walked into the house, Dad was sat in his claimed recliner, flipping through the TV channels, and Mom was preparing what looked to be a feast to fill the whole US army, twice. Which was weird, she only ever cooked this much for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

"Hey, Mom", she gave me a side hug and a kiss on the cheek when I approached her.

"Hey, honey! How was your first day of the British high school life?", she finished chopping up what looked to be an onion before dumping the diced vegetable into a boiling tomato sauce.

I wanted so bad to tell her how amazing I had wished it could've been, but Harry's harsh words kept occupying all the space in my mind.

I don't need to be, nor do I want to be.

"It was great, Mom, much better than I expected", I lied. I hated lying to my parents, but this is a great opportunity for them, and I'm not going to ruin it for them just because I had a bad first day of school.

"Make any new friends, Evey?"

Once again, I lie straight through my teeth, "loads".

"Mom, she ate outside. By herself. And if you really want to hear a story, she didn't even eat, she drank her water, and worked on her very first English paper", thanks, Quinn, for making this observation.

Keep your damn mouth shut, Quinn.

"We'll talk about this later, Evelyn. I'm being serious, this isn't over. As for now, our new neighbors will be visiting for dinner. Please set the table, and dress a little more formal than school attire", she usually wasn't this demanding of us, or of anyone really. She must be nervous.

When the final set of silverware was placed in the correct spot, I walked my way upstairs. I noticed Mom and Dad did arranging today; all of the boxes were missing, decorations in place, and had substitute furniture sporting almost every room.

I decided on my navy blue, boatneck dress. It was baggy on my chest, snug at the waist, and flowed down to about mid thigh, accessorized with a black and white patterned belt. Casual, yet formal enough. After touching up my hair and makeup, I paired my dress with nude flats and a golden charm bracelet I got when I was still in America. I heard the doorbell ring as I decided I had finished just in time.

I saw the neighbors entering our house as Tyler held the door open, greeting each of them with a handshake.

"Oh."

He walked in. Harry was in my house. When he saw me walking down the stairs as slowly as possible, he gave me a smirk for the first time ever. I don't get it, he hated me when we left school.

"What are you doing here?", I asked when I finally made my way over to him.

"I'm having dinner with my new neighbors, what are you doing here?" Another smirk.

"This is my house", I rolled my eyes.

"Ah, right."

Soon enough, everyone was being seated, and I helped my mom by placing the last dish in the center of the table. She made our favorite; Chicken Parmesan.

When Mom sat down, there was only one seat left; between Harry and Tyler.

Shit.

"So where did you all move from?", Harry's mother, Anne, began the conversation.

"We moved here from Texas", my mother smiled. She was making this awkward.

"I've always wanted to go to the states! I'm sure you'll love it here in England, though", Robin, Harry's dad, I'm assuming, joined the conversation.

"Excuse me, Alice? Do you happen to have a restroom I could visit?", the devil himself asked.

"Yes, we do! Tyler, could you show him the way?"

"But, Mom. I'm busy, this food is too good."

Fuck you, Tyler.

"Ok, Evelyn, could you?", she looked at me. I was about ready to put Quinn to task when I received the warning glare from Ben, my dad. Rolling my eyes, I got up, subtly smacking Ty on the back of the head.

Avoiding the watchful gaze of my unwanted guest, I lead him to the bathroom. I'm not sure why I brought him to the upstairs room. Force of habit, I guess.

A sharp intake of breath was harshly sucked into my lungs, wrists captured in one of Harry's massive hands as he kept me pinned against a freshly painted wall. I stilled as some of the picture frames rattled as the force hit beneath them.

"W-what are you doing?", my voice came out in breathy trembles, scared of what Harry could very well do.

"Giving you an apology for today. No innocent woman should be treated that way, love", his teeth came in contact with the smooth skin on my neck, harshly biting and sucking on the sensitive area. At this moment, knew he wasn't actually apologizing to me. He was leaving his mark. He painfully nibbled on the platform as I winced, his teeth and tongue drawing blood to the surface. Harry blew cool air on the sore spot, gently sponging kisses over the love bite, if you would even call it that.

"You're mine now", and just like that, he walked back downstairs with a smirk on his face.

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(A/N)

I feel like I'm just writing for myself to be honest. You guys are quite inactive. But that's ok, I still love you all, if you're reading this. Please please please, with a naked Harold on top, vote & comment? I love you all.

-B