Loneliness H.S

Chapter Forty Four

I pull away from his lips. Our eyes are closed, and our breaths heavy. I know now more than anything that he indeed haven't made any of this up, because in that kiss I could feel that there was something that has been missing, but now I have it back. My heart loves him, but my mind don't know why, because it can't remember ever starting to fall for him.

I open my eyes, and remove his grip on me. I put my hand in his, and start to drag him towards the elevator door, and click on the first floor. "What are you doing?" He asks confused.

"Niall told me about a carnival that is only a few minutes away from here. It is going to be open all night, and we are going there, and while we are having fun you are going to answer any questions I might have about the things I can't remember." I tell him dragging him inside the elevator with a jacket for him, and a jacket for me.

"Are you crazy? It's far to late, and it looks like we are homeless." He laughs looking at me in his clothes that are too big, and the jacket of his that I stole just now that almost reaches down to my feet.

"So what? I don't care, there is no one I am trying to impress." I tell him waving with my hands that are covered by the long arms of his jacket making him laugh.

He sighs. "Fine." He takes my hand as the elevator door opens on the lower floor, and we run out to the street. The cold air hits us right away making both of us let out a weird noise while jumping a little to gain our warmth back.

"My car is over there." Harry says pointing to his car parked on the side of the road. I laugh making him look at me confused. "We aren't taking your car. We are running there." I tell him starting to jog a little where I am standing.

"Funny." He says walking towards his car, but stops once he notice I'm not following. "You're serious?" He asks, and I nod with a smile. He throws his head back childishly before he starts to jog by me.

I smile to myself before running past him with all I have. It is literally five minutes away, and if we run it might only be three. All the way there we try to run past each other, but with Harry being the way he is, he of course doesn't get even a little tired. So when there is only one minute left, and I am about to pass out he throws me over his shoulder, and runs with me the last minute.

"Stop!" I yell making him do so, and put me down. I drag him into the park, and we both stop in front of the entrance.

"Thought it was going to be bigger." He says fake disappointed making me hit his shoulder. "Kidding." He says holding up his hands in surrender. He walks over to where they sell the tickets, and read the note hanging on the glass. "Free entrance after twelve." He read out loud.

"Amazing." I tell him before running inside. He follows after, and I stop in front of a man selling hot chocolate.

"Two please." He immediately says understanding why I stopped here. It doesn't take long before we get the hot chocolate, and we decide to just walk around until we both have finished our drink.

"Okay, first question. How did we meet?" I ask him while I wrap my arm around his. Somehow he is always warm, but I am always cold. Especially after we moved here.

"How we first met?" He repeats out loud mostly to himself. "It was when you first crossed the border. You didn't notice me right away, and you tried to run back inside the village which caused you to run right into the shield, and fall straight on your bum." He throws his head back, while his laughter fills the cold autumn air.

I hide my face against his arm. "Oh my god, that is so embarrassing." My voice gets muffled against his coat, but he hears me nevertheless. I pull my face away from his coat trying to change the subject. "Whatever. Next question." I take a moment to think, but quickly come up with something. "That house in the forest, was it yours?"

"Yeah it was mine. Athalia, and Niall gave me all the equipment to build it." He says taking a sip of his coco. "They have always given me anything I need, so when one of us had to stay behind I chose to do it. They had already helped me so much." He says with a heavy heart, making me look up at him in awe. He chose to sacrifice so much, so no one else had to.

The rest of the night consisted of me asking questions, and getting some answers. I learned a little bit about what happened. Some things I knew from before, I just didn't know he was originally in those memories. I didn't manage to remember anything more. I think certain things will come back in time, or only a few things will. I didn't get to know much, but I guess it is because I didn't ask the right questions.

However the night was amazing. We played stupid games, and won a few prices, but the morning quickly came, and we had to make our way back. When we came inside the apartment none of us were tired, so we got a few pillows, and put them in front of his huge window, so we could watch the sunrise.

"That painting I tried to remake, was that your eye I painted?" I ask as I lean my head against his chest. I am sitting between his legs, my back pressed against his chest, and his arms tightly wrapped around my waist.

"Yeah. I was sitting in the library, and you just came rushing in demanding to see my eyes. I didn't understand why until later when I walked into the room, and saw the painting." His eyes are glued to the sunrise, but mine are glued to him. "I didn't know how lonely I looked until then, but it also made me realize that I no longer was alone, because I had you. A few days later you got taken away from me, and that painting just kept reminding me of how I was alone once again." He looks down at me, his breath brushing against my parted lips.

"You aren't alone anymore, and you will never be again. I promise." I tell him bringing his lips down to mine. However this time his lips are dry, and it doesn't take long until I figure out why. "When was the last time you drank blood?" I ask him trying not to make myself sound judgmental.

"The last time was probably right before I went here." He says keeping his eyes away from mine. I know he is ashamed of what he is, and no matter how much I disagree with what he has to do to survive I don't want him to be ashamed of it.

I turn around in his grip, and hold my hand up by his lips. He shakes his head telling me won't do it. "Harry, you have do. I would much rather it be me then another innocent person. I know you'll be able to stop yourself before it gets to far. I trust you." I tell him bringing my hand closer to his lips.

He looks down at my hand hesitantly. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, but if he doesn't drink he won't last long. "Are you sure?" He asks double checking that this is okay for me. I only nod confirming that is is.

He takes a hold of my hand, and moves his lips down to my wrist. He lays soft kisses against my skin before he sinks his teeth in. I grit my teeth together trying to hold back any sound, but the pain doesn't last long because seconds later Harry lets go of my wrist, and moves to his side coughing up the blood he had just been drinking from me.

"What's wrong?" I ask resting a comforting hand on his back. He shakes his head letting all the blood leave his system. "You have done it before, you told me so, so why are you reacting like this now?"

He looks up at me, not having anymore blood to cough up. "I think my body knows I don't want to hurt you, so it's rejecting your blood." He says falling back onto the floor now feeling the lack of sleep take a toll on him.

I lay beside him, resting my head on his chest. "Then what are you going to do?" I ask him worried that he some day will get to thirsty and hurt someone.

"I'll figure something out." He says with a loud sigh.