Stalker

Chapter Eight

Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.

P a z

I did as I was told and went back inside but soon remembered that if Harry and I were to hang out in my room I’d have to clear any drawings of him out of sight. With a final sniff and a wipe of any sign of tears left I went upstairs and cleaned up.

The doorbell rang and I went back downstairs to open it but had found that Steve already beat me to it.  Now, who is he to open the door as if it’s his residence? I grabbed Harry’s forearm and practically dragged him upstairs. I closed the door behind us and sighed sitting on my bed. Harry looked confused but then sat next to me and didn’t question any further.

“Look, I know you might not want to talk about it but just know that whenever you’d want to tell someone what’s going on in that little head of yours I’ll be there to listen and help, just like you were there for me when my grandfather went to the hospital.” He stated looking at me throughout his entire little speech while I was fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

I glanced back up to him and nodded. “Thank you. Thank you for understanding but I really don’t want to speak about it.” I sighed.

“It’s totally fine. Just know that if you’re ever willing to get this off your chest, then I’ll be here to listen.” He smiled.

I don’t know what was about him that made blood rush to my cheeks and palms all sweaty with a heart beating so fast I worry it might get out of my chest but I liked it and never wanted it to stop. It’s been a while since I’ve taking liking in such things and right now I don’t regret it not one bit.

“Thank you. I really don’t know what to do other than thank you.” I laughed.

He shook his head smiling at me. “You shouldn’t be thanking me. You’ve stood next to my family when we were just strangers and barely knew each other.”

“Believe me I did nothing.”   

His brows furrowed and he shook his head again but this time looking serious. “Any stranger passing by wouldn’t accept to help my mum go to the hospital, take care of my little sister, and stay overnight because I had to leave my sister behind and go to the hospital. God, you even took her to work Paz!” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. 

I tried to stifle a giggle but miserably failed.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me for stating the truth.” He pouted looking like a child who’s been told not to eat ice-cream.

“You’re just too cute.” I managed to say while laughing but soon stopped when I realized that I’ve called him cute. My cheeks turned slightly rosy and he just smiled back.