Dark side of light

7. You scare me, you scare me not

After drinking tea, Harry suggested to watch a film. Alright then. Film it is. And of course he picked a horror film.

"Couldn't we watch a comedy?" I pleaded. I really didn't like horrors. They've always made me have nightmares the following night.

"Nope. Must be something scary" he said, while clicking PLAY on the remote. So it begun. We sat on his massive, grey couch, a bit away from each other. The film hadn't even started yet, and I could already feel my heart race quicken. Gosh. It was going to be bad.

About halfway through the film I found myself pressed into Harry's side, occasionally hiding my head behind his shoulder.

"You are a terrible horror-watcher Ella" Harry stated after some time.

"I told you I don't like them. I have nightmares after every time I watch one." I said not even looking at the screen at that point.

"but maybe this time you'll have someone to scare them away" he whispered into my ear, which resumed me to shudder. I wanted to say something but I was interrupted by a particularly loud scream from a girl in that stupid film.

"Right. This is enough" I said. Grabbed the remote and turned that thing of. Harry only chuckled. "It's not funny! You had better scared the monsters away from my dream." I said sternly waving my finger at his face.

"I'll make sure to do so" He said.

"I'm really hungry" i said after a moment of silence. I haven't eaten anything all day. I actually haven't eaten since I left Layla's flat yesterday evening. To confirm my words my stomach started doing funny noises.

"I still have those donuts if'd like" Harry said pointing at the pink box at the kitchen island. "Coffees are most probably cold by now, but I can make new ones"

I just nodded eagerly. I stood up and went to the kitchen to look for plates. I opened some cupboards but didn't find any.

"Ummm.... What..what are you doing?" Harry asked me raising his eyebrow.

"Looking for plates. How the hell does it look like for you?" I said looking at him as if he was a retarded person.

"For what?" He asked.

"For those donuts" I answered and was met with silence. "Don't tell me you never use this fabulous invention that is plate for things like that" I chuckled and crossed my arms over my chest. Again he remained silent. "So you don't!" I just moved my head form left to right in resignation. After some more research I finally found them. A little dusty. Wow Harry. You must have guests really often. Note the sarcasm. I blew away the dust and put the donuts on them. I took one for myself and the second one for Harry.

"I didn't expect you to be so..." His voice said from behind me. I turned away to face him.

"Civilised?" I said. His green eyes were staring right into mine.

"Yea. Civilised." He walked even closer to me. Our faces were just inches apart. I could sense his minty breath on my face. Was he really going to kiss me again? Just because he felt like it? Again? Not this time.

"Here's your donut"I quickly said, poking the plate into his chest, before his lips had a chance to touch mine.

"Oh. Right. Thanks" he said, stepping away. I could swear I saw hurt flash through his face, but it was so quick to be gone."do you still want that coffee?" He asked, offering me a small smile.

"No. Water will do." I said, after swallowing a piece of my pink donut.

For the rest of our 'meal' we stayed silent. It felt comfortable to be here. Even tho it shouldn't. This silence we were sharing at that moment was not one of those awkward ones. It was nice, comforting silence.