Fall

Chapter 7

Harry's house was bigger than I expected. It was two story and quite largely spaced out. It was nicely furnished and it made it hard to believe that he lived here alone. Wait, did he live here alone?

"Do you, uh, live here alone?" I asked, stepping further into the hallway.

He set his keys in the bowl on the table by the door and shuffled his jacket of of his shoulders, leaving him in the clothes I saw him working in.

"Uh, well I used to live with my girlfriend-"

"You moved in together?"

Damn it Bree don't interrupt.

"Yeah, but, she doesn't live her anymore..." He said, hanging up his jacket onto a hook on the wall. 

I didn't want to sound intrusive so I didn't ask anything more. 

"Do want me to take your jacket?" He offered, holding out his hand

.

I curled my fingers around the fabric and pulled it further around me.

"No thanks, I'm alright."

He smiled uncomfortably. "Okay, well... I'll take you to your room, I guess."

I stood aside and watched as he started up the staircase before following up after him. The wooden floorboards creaked slightly under our boots. I could tell by the way he went unphased by the noise that Harry probably didn't even notice it anymore. When we reached the top, he walked me to the first door on his left and opened it up. He ran a hand through his hair as I approached.

"You can take my room."

I stepped into the door way and when my eyes studied the room, I immediately took a step back. Harry noticed the worry in my eyes and stepped toward me.

"What's wrong?"

Just looking at that double bed made me sick. So many horrible memories flashed through my mind. All including Jye. Just thinking about the memories made my heart speed up. I started to shake my head while my chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"I'm sorry..." I started. "I can't."

I stepped away from the room until I was standing from a distance where I couldn't see what was inside. Harry walked towards me, reaching out and brushing my arms with his fingertips.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm sorry. I'll take the couch."

"No, I- I don't want you to be uncomfortable-"

"I'll be fine, just, anywhere other than there, please. I can't..."

His eyes were studying mine. He had such a kind heart. 

"Okay," he finally gave in. 

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I watched with my arms wrapped around myself as Harry unfolded the blankets and layed them across the long couch. He stepped away just as he had propped up a pillow at the head, offering the newly-made "bed" to me. 

"Thanks."

I stepped towards the bed and Harry started to walk slowly out of the room. I removed the jacket from my shoulders and left it on the floor before taking a seat on the edge of the couch and starting on unlacing my boots.

"If you need anything," Harry hesitated, facing me before he left.

"Just call."

I looked up and studied him. His legs, his torso, his arms, his face, his hair.

I nodded, trying not to seem to distracted.

His eyes lowered as he chewed on his bottom lip. Running his hand along the white wall, he turned and I watched as his feet disappeared up the staircase.

I pulled the boots from my feet and pulled the sheets back before wriggling in. 

I hardly knew this boy. I didn't know anything about him. I didn't even know what I was supposed to do in the morning. 

Would I go home? Surely I couldn't stay here. I already felt like I was annoying him. I was so paranoid. But it wasn't my fault. It was Jye that had made me this way, so why was I planning on going back to him?

I was sick of it. I was sick of being pushed around. 

Of being controlled. 

Used. 

I had no one because of him and there was no way I wanted Harry to get involved.

He was too nice to be involved in any of them and I couldn't bare to see anything happen to him.

I swear, if Jye lays one finger on him... 

Well, I don't know what I'd do, but I'm hoping I'll finally be brave enough to involve the police.