My Safe Place

8th Chapter

I wake up but I'm not in my dorm. I think I'm on a leather couch, and I'm captivated in warmth. I open my eyes but they're still a little blurry. I rub the sleepiness off of them and look around.

I'm in a living room with a glass coffe table and some modern artwork. A huge plasma TV covers the majority of the beige walls. An intricate rug lays on the floor with warm shades of color, and light peeks through the slits of the shut curtains.

My mind is still swimming and I am so confused. Where am I? This isn't Conner's apartment, nor Anna's or Makenna's? What is going on?

What happened yesterday? Or today. Damn, I don't even know what day it is. I really have to pee too.

"She's not fucking going home with you. You are a sick bastard, and frankly, I never want to see your filthy face again." Harry says in a disgusted way. His voice is low and raspy, like he had just woke up.

"You are the one that hit a girl. You should feel sorry for yourself you little shit! When she wakes up I'm taking her back to my place where she is out of danger!" That's Conner's voice. What's gotten into him. I've never heard him yell this loud.

I lay on this sofa wondering what I should do. Should I get up and confront the two? Or should I lay here, pretending to sleep, and listen to them bicker.

I don't know, this whole thing is confusing. Why are they so mad at eachother? They never talk? And where am I?

"I already feel fucking terrible about it and I want her here because God-knows-what you would do to her at her vulnerable state. Everybody knows your freakishly obsessed with her." Harry states. Since when has he ever thought about me? And since when the fuck has Conner been "obsessed" with me?

I want to know more but I need to get up and pee. I'm gonna piss my pants.

I slowly get up and my cheek starts to pound. I pull my hand up to touch it

and there is a lump on it. Great.

I turn around to see what going on but the door isn't in view and I can't see them. Conner mumbles something and Harry screams "Bye!" and then I hear the door slam. Harry walks into the kitchen with ice in his eyes. He doesn't notice me standing there as he opens the fridge forcefully grabbing some juice and slamming it on the counter top. He looks up at me and we look into eachothers eyes for, what I've realized, the first time. His gaze soften immediately but the jade eyes still search mine.

He seems at a loss of words. Like he has something to say but can't. We stand there a bit until finally he asks, "Hey Kiara. Are you ok? I didn't mean to wake you."

Of course I'm not ok. But he remembered my name, what's not to be ok about?

"Yeah I'm fine, where am I?" I assume it's his place but I can't be sure.

"This is my apartment. I brought you here after the-" he pauses. "The incedent. Conner was having a fit and I thought it'd be best if you came home with me. I know we don't really know eachother but it was for your safety.

"What time is it?" I have so many questions. Where do I start?

"It's 7 in the morning. Did I wake you?" He is odviously implying his confrontation with Conner.

"No," I lie.

He looks relieved and breathes out a huff of air.

"Ok." He says, trying to cover it up. What the hell just happened?

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I deserve to know what went down. My best friend and Harry are fighting, I think I deserve to know. And why did Harry take me back to his place, he barely knows me? What did Niall do to make Conner want to beat him up? My curiosity always gets the best of me...