Dark and Dangerous

Nothing Good Happens After Midnight

*DEMI'S POV*

When the door was closed I slid into the floor with my back against the door and started crying again.

There was a knock on the door. no I'm not opening it. the knocking got louder. he'll leave. fifteen minutes have gone by and he's still knocking.

I'm losing my patience. I finally give in and open the door. Harry is standing there of course. wait he drove me home with my car. he can't sleep in my car. Fuck.

"Can I come inside?", he asked.

His eyes have a sort of glow. they're a lot brighter than I remember. He stares at me and I reluctantly nod.

"What time is it?", I ask.

"Midnight.", Harry replied.

I'm drained of any energy I had before the party. I walked in my room and laid down. My body is tired but my mind is wandering and I can't seem to clear anything in my head.

Why is Harry here? why didn't he just let me get in a wreck in my drunken state? why didn't he just turn down the dare? why did I feel that strange electricity that I did three years ago when Harry's lips touched mine?

These questions kept me thinking. I'm probably not going to sleep tonight. I went downstairs and made a pot of tea. Harry was sitting on the couch quietly.

"D'you want some tea?", I asked.

He jumped folding a piece of paper and putting it in his pocket.

"Um sure.", he said with a nervous smile.

When the tea was ready I brought out two cups and sat next to Harry. he stared awkwardly at his hands.

"What were you reading earlier?", I asked.

"What?", Harry asked.

"The paper that you folded up and put in your pocket as soon as you realized I was behind you.", I stated.

"Oh. it's just something that I was thinking about giving to you. I was going to give it to you before you left.", He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Can I see it?", I asked.

He nodded and pulled the wrinkled paper from his unbelievably tight pants. nope I'm definitely still drunk.

He unfolded it and handed it to me. it was a song. he nervously fiddled his fingers.

"Little things.", I said trying not to smile.

"I know it's stupid. I really wrote this for for you before we-"

I interrupted him with my lips. he gently shoved my shoulders a bit. then he pushed harder this time disconnecting our lips.

"What?", I asked.

"You're drunk. if you do this you're going to be upset with me in the morning.", Harry explained.

I shook my head. I just want to feel something other than numbness.

"Please Harry? I haven't felt anything but numbness for the past three years. I need you.", I begged.

"No I can't."

I'm so fucking angry but instead of screaming I started crying.

"Demi, I can't stand it when you're upset. What you said now won't even matter tomorrow.", Harry kneeled down and wrapped his arms around me.

"I hate you.", I grumbled. "get off of me and fuck off."

He headed toward the door and turned.

"I still love you.", he mumbled so low I could barely understand.

He shut the door and I threw the tea cups I had against the wall. The tea got all over the wall and carpet but I don't give a shit.

I found the song that he wanted to give me and read it over and over. Why couldn't Harry come when I was dating someone and over him?

I sat there reading that stupid song that I really love until I fell asleep.

...

I opened my eyes and my head starts pounding. god whiskey really packs a punch when it comes to hangovers.

Oh I'm on the floor. I stand up while holding my head and make a pot of coffee. when I walk back in the living room I see two broken tea cups and a crumpled piece of paper.

It had my name on it so I picked it up and read it. little things? then I remembered everything that happened last night. where's Harry?

I opened the door and saw him laying on the porch. he's probably going to be sick now.

I gently tapped him and his bright green orbs shot open.

"Harry you're going to catch a cold. get your ass in here.", I scold him.

"Yes ma'am.", he taunts.

I went in the kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee and read the paper that Harry gave me. this is so sweet. last night was hectic and Ed is pros ably going to grill me for details when he sees me again and I'll just be like 'oh I totally broke down like a little pussy and kicked him out of my house just to let him back in the next morning.'

Yeah, I'm not looking forward to that. I walked in the living room and saw Harry snuggled under a blanket. his nose is bright pink along with his cheeks and his eyes are shining bright. haha shine bright like a diamond. I giggled.

"What?", Harry asked.

"Oh nothing.", I lied and handed him a coffee mug.

His hand brushed mine making me shiver. oh the things that this boy do to me just by touching me. I think I still love him.