Weakness H.S (On Hold)

Chapter 5

I could feel my skin crawling, a feeling so unpleasant, a feeling I didn't like at all.

I stared at Harry as he concentrated hard on my features, I could feel my eyes narrowing at him. I don't like being played with, nor do I like being played in a game.

I opened my mouth to soon have it shut right closed when Stacy came and gave us our drinks.

"Sir," she explained looking at Harry "Kelly told me you wanted spaghetti," she then turned her stare away from him and looked at me "But she didn't tell me what you wanted"

I shook my head, "I don't plan in eating-"

"The hell you are," Harry said interrupting my sentence "Pick something... Now."

"No, I'm not hungry. I'm already going against my will in sitting in this damn booth with you. Don't push my buttons any further or ill-"

"Or you'll what?" he said in a raspy voice, putting his elbows on the table and stabling his weight on them, coming a little closer to me "Enlightening me sweetheart......"

There was a dead silence.

"How bout I give you two a few minutes hmm" Stacy said as she witnessed our crude outbursts and hastily walked off

My scalp prickled and my breath hitched. I couldn't help but move my stare to Harry's plump lips. They were so pink, and marvelous and kissable.

I scowled at my own thoughts.

"You don't scare me" I defended, removing my gaze off his lips and looked into his eyes

Harry smiled wide and moved a little closer to my face, just inches away from mine. I wanted to move away but I was lost in his light green eyes, they paralyzed me.

"I wasn't trying to scare you. You'll know exactly when I'm trying and you won't like it"

"I'm shaking," I said in sarcasm "I've been threatened before Harry, but your threats don't compare, your nothing but a puppy, your threats don't move me."

Harry was the first to pull away from me as he sat back in his seat, the expression on his face was unreadable but he looked shocked maybe sad even

"I wasn't threatening you," he paused "but it sickens me to hear someone else has-"

"Don't. Just don't. It doesn't even matter anyone, that person is long dead" I murmured

I was shocked myself that I admitted that to him, I wanted nothing more then to return the words back into my mouth and swallow it, but it was no use in taking it back now, I couldn't stop my lips from spilling the pain I felt in my chest or nor the less why I am, the way I am.

Harry opened his mouth to only have him close it right shut. He was lost at words.

"You really don't need to say anything positive to make me feel better. There's absolutely no use-"

"I wasn't planning on it"

Ouch. My heart swelled.

I bit down on my lower lip and looked down at my hands on my lap. I have no clue why that hurt me so much. I wasn't expecting him to say anything nice to make me feel better but I wasn't expecting him to say something rude either, I mean it's not like I wasn't used to rude remarks but there was something that hurt hearing it come out from his mouth.

Damn it. I was acting ridiculous, I don't even know him. I hated these feeling I was receiving, these feeling that make my breath hitch, like the life was being sucked out of me....