Domineering

Nine

"Come on" Harry holds out his hand to help me up, I take it and once I'm standing he doesn't let go. This time I feel it's because he wants to hold it, it's not to keep me from running away. He leads me out of the bedroom, and is about to walk down the stairs but I press my feet firmly into the ground. Harry turns to face me with a questioning look.

"It's alright" he reassures me but I'm hesitant, not wanting to be reminded of the death I witnessed. His thumb brushes over my knuckles as he gives my hand an encouraging tug. I unwillingly follow him down the stairs, keeping my eyes locked on the floor as he leads me through the house and into the kitchen.

"Want something to eat?” Concern is apparent in both his voice and on his face.

"Can I just have some water please?" I ask politely. My appetite has vanished but my dry throat is crying out to be relieved. "Thank you" I give him a small smile as I take the glass of water from him. I quickly divert my gaze as he watches me from his spot across the kitchen. I wonder what he's thinking. Is he worried he's scared me? Worried I'll tell someone about the murder? Well he shouldn't be, I have no one to tell.

I tap my fingernails against my glass; the silence between us is uncomfortable. What is there to talk about with him? I've tried asking who he is. I suppose I could ask about returning to work.

"Harry?" I look up from my glass to meet his eyes staring back at me.

"Mm"

"When am I allowed to go to work again?" I bite my lip, shifting my weight from foot to foot; apparently I'm not good at hiding my discomfort.

"Not for a few days love" he answers truthfully, I sigh inwardly. At least if I'm at work I have something to keep me busy to pass time, every since I’ve been at Harry's I seem to either eat, sleep or watch TV which may sound appealing to some, but for myself? Not so much.

"What are you thinking about?" His raspy voice pulls me away from my thoughts.

"So many things" I sigh deeply, bringing my free hand up to rub my temple, as if the action would help reduce the amount of thoughts swimming around in my head.

"Let’s do something then" He shrugs.

"What?" I find myself confused. He shrugs again.

"Let’s do something to distract you". I frown and shake my head. How can he be so normal after he just killed someone? "What? I'm trying to help!" He balls his fists up in frustration.

"Harry I-I" I sigh because I struggle to get my words out.

"What do you like to do?" He presses on, ignoring my previous rejection. I find myself frowning as I wonder about what I like to do. I obviously like sewing and making clothes, hence why I have my shop, but I can't see Harry and I sitting around sewing. I almost laugh as I picture the curly haired boy sat in deep concentration as he struggles to sew. Other than that I don't really have any hobbies, I focus my life entirely around my work because it's what I love to do. Suddenly a light bulb switches on in my head.

"Football!" I say a little too enthusiastically causing me to blush slightly.

"Football?" He stares at me in disbelief, I nod eagerly. My parents used to always take me for a 'kick around' down a park nearby to our house, so I'd learnt to love the sport. Harry continues to stare at me then erupts into laughter.

"What?" I whine.

"Football?" He asks again.

"Yeah" I say it slowly, unsure of his reaction.

"You're quite something, River" A dimpled smile forms on his face, filled with fascination. I blush at his 'compliment'. "Football it is. I'll make some calls, go get changed" He pulls his phone from his pocket, as he passes me he places a kiss on my cheek.