Dark side of light

2.Green is the warmest Colour

I rapidly sat up in bed. I just woke up from the worst nightmare ever. I had a dream some guy was chasing me and I finally fainted from all the running and he caught me and he took me somewhere and...

"I see you've woken up" said a voice to my left. I slowly turned my head in the direction of this raspy, deep sound. So it wasn't a dream than. Great. I really was chased and taken god knows where. The man to whom this voice belonged I assumed to be the one from the previous night. But now I could get a good look at his features. His face was covered in fading scratches and cuts here and there, he was wearing a black shirt with black skinny jeans. Everything in the way he looked screamed 'BAD', but there was one little thing about this boy. One tiny so out of place element. The greenest eyes I have ever seen, and those very eyes were like a message,' I'm not all bad'. "Take a fucking picture, it will sure as hell last longer" he barked, pulling me out of my deep thoughts.

"I'm sorry" I said just barely above a whisper. He was scaring me. Very much. I wanted to ask him if I could just go home, but something inside me told me to just keep my mouth shut about it right now.

"No... I'm... Sorry"He said slowly, clearly not used to saing this word. His voice softened a little bit, however it still remained very deep. "I don't like it when people stare at me" He stood up from his previous spot and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I wasn't staring!" I protested.

"Whatever. I'm Harry" he said and extended his hand. I hesitated, but shook his hand smiling nervously.

"Well aren't you going to tell me yours?"

Should I? "Ella". I simply said, dropping my hand" Can you tell me why you so desperately tried to catch me yesterday?" I asked.

"There was a guy following you"

"Says the one who ran after me until I couldn't feel my legs anymore" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, due to the irony of his sentence.

"Believe me if I didn't you would probably be long lost and from the look on his face probably raped" I shivered at his words. His tone became rough again.

"Can I go home?" I said, tears forming in my eyes. "Please I just want to go home" I don't know what came over me , I just burst out crying. I didn't like his rudeness and the fact he was so scary.

"Why are you crying?!"He asked loudly, only causing me to cry silently even more.

"Because I'm scared of you" I said softly, not looking up. I didn't get a reply from him. I sniffed some more until a tissue came to my view. I looked up to see Harry holding it out to me while looking through a window probably lost in his thought. I took a tissue from his hand and wiped my nose.

"I'm sorry to ever cross your life. The front door is down the stairs and than you'll just find where to go next" He said never looking away from the window. I didn't know what to say, so I just slid of the giant bed, grabbed my bag that laid on the floor and started walking towards the door. "Just do me a favour" he said finally looking at me, right before I disappeared from the room, I could see this sadness and regret in his eyes. Oh those eyes "Never wander around London alone like that"he finished. I just nodded and rushed down the stairs.