Hero

28. Initimate Unwinding.

A/N; Soo, the general consensus was to feel his emotions, as one of them, and I read a comment about her making him stronger in combat and stuff which I really liked. Half wanted a ability and have didn't :| I was thinking maybe when her emotions got too strong something minuscule could happen like I dunno, if she's happy or something she floats in her sleep but then I thought I like her plain and simple, and I'm sorry for disappointing anyone, It's just I've read a lot of supernatural fics where the girl is yano all sweet and cute and then BOOM she can like see the future, becomes strong as, or more than her partner, or is some rare case and is actually really powerful, and I've never really liked that, soo no ability.

I think feeling Harrys emotions would be cool, but only rarely. AAAANND as for the third stage I have no idea, in a lot of soulmate fics they can speak to each other mentally but that kind of makes it too easy for them to survive *cackles* so I dunno.

The oak door was shut on my face as the rest of them entered into the big open living room leaving me out of it, I scowled angrily not believing that Harry was actually trying to leave me out of this. I was sick of burying my head in the sand, this meeting was about me and my wellbeing and I more than anyone else deserved to know what was going to happen and to find out who had been stalking me.

Shivers ran down my spine. I generally left them too it, naively I didn't think it was about me, I mean I knew that people who wanted Harry gone, wanted me gone but I didn't think it was this. . serious? That sounds nothing short of stupid, but I didn't think that anyone was working that hard to get me really, I sort of found it hard to beleive I held that much value to be honest.

I pushed open the door marching in with as much confidence as I could possibly muster, the tips of my ears turning red as I felt pinned with gazes, I liked my dry lips, shut the door and then as casually as possible I began making my way over to an empty seat beside Zayn, however loud laughter was heard on the other side of the room making me look up as I continued my trek. Harry was resting against the wall, brows furrowed, dark green eyes following my movement, his arms crossed tensely at his chest, the biceps bulging from the obvious tension all of his muscles had taken on. His shoulders were squared and I could tell he wasn't pleased with my appearance.

The laughter that had made me look up in the first place came from a blonde haired girl, nearly as tall as Harry with the slimmest waist and hips. He had muttered something under his breath insinuating the laughter from her cherry lips. I frowned as irritation flooded my senses, clear jealousy flowing through my veins as I felt something stir uncomfortably in my chest. I hated feeling jealous however the feeling was inescapable, I felt angered at the blonde's laughter and had the urge to shout out what me and Harry were up to before we arrived. That would surely shut her up.

I took a empty seat beside a preoccupied Zayn, my eyes glancing to Harry out of habit as I watched his lips twitch the slightest in small smirk.

Crap. I always forgot he had access to my emotions. I frowned my face burning as he pushed off the wall and began making his way over here, the small smirk dropping and a more serious expression replacing it, clear irritation swirling in his green eyes.

He stood over me, his eyes focused on mine intensely as I stood up not liking the advantage he had when he was standing over me like that. I crossed my arms in defiance however they looked nowhere near as impressive as when Harry did it.

"What do you think you're doing, Sweetheart?" He said, one eyebrow raised as he stared at me. I cursed him in my head for throwing me off course with the nickname I usually revelled in however not like this when it was used venomously.

"I'm not leaving Harry, I need to know what's happening. I can't live in the dark anymore." I said as firmly as I could manage, my eyes resting on his chest rather than his eyes which was easier. He scoffed.