Dark side of light

6.Tea is good for everything

I just sobbed. Like the world was ending.

"Shhh....it's ok. I'm here." I didn't even have to look up to see who it was. I knew by the depth of the voice it was Harry.

"How could you make fun my dad and mum?!" I screamed while trying to get out of his grasp.

"I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Shhh...you have to stop crying. You'll get yourself sick" he spoke softly, while soothing my hair.

" I don't think you're a monster...I-I just..."I couldn't speak. Nothing that that came out of my mouth made sense. I was just a mess in his arms.

"Shhh...I know, I know. Just try to calm down deep breath in" I sucked a sharp breath "And out" I exhaled.

I suddenly started feeling lightheaded. I really wanted to sleep.

"Harry?" I asked without sobs now.

"What is it Ella?" He asked rocking us back and forth.

"I'm sleepy" I mumbled into his shirt.

"Ok than" he said before lifting me up and carrying me back into his house.

"But Layla...she's coming to pick me up" I told him.

"Who the hell is Layla?" He asked.

"My best friend. She takes care of me. She's like a sister." I explained.

"Alright. When she a arrives I'll tell her that you're all right and that you're asleep. Is that ok?" He asked. I just said 'mhm' in response. When we stepped back Harry walked up the stairs and carried me into the same room I woke up today. He carefully lay me down on this huge bed, and wrapped me up in blanket. When he started to walk out, I grabbed his hand.

"Can you please stay?" I asked with the last ounce of energy. He just nodded and lay next to me. I put my head on his chest.

"Sleep tight" I heard Harry say before drifting of to sleep.

***

When I woke up it was dark outside. Due to my 'sleep swings' I couldn't really tell what hour and day it was. I also didn't feel anyone's presence in this room. Harry was gone. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I slid of the bed and walked out of the room.

"Harry?" No response.

I walked down the stairs and into a huge living room, but Harry wasn't there as well. I sat down on the couch and sighed heavily. So many thoughts running through my head. What happened to Harry when I came to apologise? Why was he bleeding? Why is he both dark, scary and soft? What's his job? Why does he has so many little scars on his body?

I was pulled away from those questions when the front door opened. Harry walked in carrying a box of Dunkin Donuts and two coffees. He spotted me sitting on the couch. And cleared his throat.

" I grabbed us something to eat" he communicated." I also told your friend you are staying here for the night"

"What?!" I asked." No I'm not. I am going home!" I said while standing up. Harry put donuts and coffees on the kitchen counter and looked at me sternly.

"That was not an offer" he said lowly.

"I-thank You for taking care of me, but I do have my own house to sleep in. No need to stay here. Besides I've known you for a day!" It doesn't matter that it feels as if I've known you forever. I said to myself. His eyes darkened and his fists clenched.

"You.are. Staying. Here" he said through greeted teeth.

"Honestly what's wrong with you? Your change of attitude is just so annoying. One moment you are gentle and then in a blink of an eye you turn into a ticking bomb." I said looking at his face the entire time. He didn't say anything.

" I really am grateful that you saved me yesterday and that you made sure I was safe. Well still am. But..."

"You are staying here. Period" he cut me of rudely.

"Or what?!" I asked defensively. Walking over to him. I was so close to his face. I could clearly see any remained scar on his pale skin.

"You fucking don't want to know" he said lowly.

"Quit trying to be scary" I replied.

He grabbed my wrists holding them so tight I was sure the blood circulation in them was lowered to the minimum.

"It hurts! Let go!" I tried to break free from his iron hold, but it only made him hold me tighter.

"You are staying" he said. His voice like a venom, seeping through his mouth.

"Harry please...l-let go. That hurts so much!" The pain was so strong. Prominent I'd even say.

"Then fucking tell me you are going to stay!!" He yelled so loudly that it made me close my eyes. He got pissed of so damn easily. And if he didn't respect women enough to be a gentleman around her, why did he kiss me than? Was it just a personal need for him? What was it? A desire to make me fooled? "Answer me!!damn it!"

"I'd rather sleep on the street than here with you under the same roof!" I screamed hopelessly. To my surprise he let go of me. I caught a little bit of regret in his glistening, green eyes. But it was soon to disappear.

"Ouch.. Ouch" I whispered to myself rubbing my hands. Bad, red hand imprints could already be seen on my skin. I felt like crying. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why am I in the house of a guy I met only day ago, having some argument over the fact wether I'm staying over for the night or not? It's just because he has such an influence. Like something inside me was telling me, making sure I believe that Harry can be trusted. That he just have problems, and he wouldn't hurt me really. Intentionally.

"Why did you kiss me?" That question just came out, because I couldn't longer stand this silence. Aaaand I wanted to know.

"I don't know. I just felt like it ok?" He barked, not even trying to sound nice. Hurt flashed trough my face, because I secretly hoped he had a solid reason. But who was I trying to fool. Harry was one of those men, constantly being surrounded by women, and I was just me.

"I'll stay if you promise not to do anything to hurt me." I said unsure.

Harry looked at me genuinely surprised.

"Anyone else would run away by now." He stated more to himself.

"Well I'm not 'anyone else'" I said.

"Im sorry 'bout your um..." He trailed of, gesturing to my swollen, bruised hands.

"I'm not going to say 'it's ok', because that hurts and it was not ok of you to do that. But seeing as you can be triggered very easily I can forgive you" I said.

" thank you" he replied even more surprised by my understanding behaviour.

We stood in his living room for a good while, before I suggested drinking a hot tea. Any tea is a liquid 'calm down' for me so it was a perfect moment to drink one.