Sinister

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The sound of thunder woke me up. Not the suns rays. Nor the sound of my alarm. The sound of thunder. It wasn't terrible. A bit frightening. But it happens.

I got out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I walked down the short hallway to see that Harry was still fast asleep on the pull out bed. I didn't want to bother him. He must be drained. But he still managed to look beautiful sleeping as he did awake. I felt terrible for the fact he had to sleep in the clothes I let him borrow. I guess this Christmas money and bonus will come in handy today.

I started warming up coffee in the new coffee maker, making sure things would be hot and ready by the time we left. I didn't feel like getting ready so jeans and a sweater will have to do

Walking into the living room again, Harry sat on the end of his bed, messy curls and sleepy eyes. "Morning Blair."

"Sleep well?" I asked, smiling back at him

"Good. The rain is calming." His eyes had found a way towards the open curtain. My eyes followed, fixing on the raindrops that would fall and stick to the window. "Where are we going?" He asked, breaking my trance.

"Shopping," I replied. "You need clothes. And we need food." I nodded in agreement, getting up from his spot. He lifted the the bed back up, doing me a favor. He walked over towards the kitchen, grabbing himself a cup of coffee and a muffin I had set out on the counter. At least he's comfortable here. "Let's get going Harry." I was about to walk out of the house when I noticed... Harry didn't have shoes. "Looks like the first thing you need is shoes."

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"These?" I asked holding up a pair of black converses. He glared at them then at me. "Alright, not these."

"Those," he said pointing to a pair of brown boots. I got up, walking over towards the brown pair of boots.

"Really?" I asked. "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Alright." I wasn't really surprised that Harry was getting so many looks. I would look too. Harry is beautiful. His brown hair styled, pushed back. His toned skin. The muscles that define the black shirt he was wearing. Those emerald eyes. Oh my god his eyes. The way he would look into yours when he talked. Or when you talked, he'd give you his full attention. He licks his lips before he talks. I've noticed all this within 24 hours. He's different. Unusual. Mysterious.

"Where to next?" He asked as he slipped on those shoes I had just got him. I thought they would have been ugly, but they really suited him. He looked... Nice.

"Umm.... Pacsun?" I guided him towards that direction.

"What about this store?" He asked, stopping in front of Hot Topic. I looked to see the black store and Harry's eyes fixed on whatever was inside.

"Alright," I agreed. Going inside, we were greeted with smiles from punk workers with piercings and tattoos. Now that I noticed, Harry has quite a few as well. The swallows that peeked from the top of this shirt made me curious. I've seen him shirtless. But I've never really noticed how many. He has a lot.

Harry made his way to the back where the band T's were. His eyes scanned until he reached for the rack, pulling out a Rolling Stones shirt. He continued to scan the racks, pulling out more band T's. Eventually there was Nirvana, Green Day, Smashing Pumpkins, and Led Zepplin. "You like music I'm guessing."

"Love it," he smiled as he made his way to the counter. I pulled out my wallet, waiting for the pink haired man to ring us up. Something caught Harry's eye, making him leave me by myself to pay. Coming back soon enough with a necklace in his hand. "A cross. And with roses." I didn't type him as the religious type. 

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I like it."

"It's on sale too," the pink haired man winked. I sighed, placing the necklace on the counter with the rest of the things. We stood there, waiting for the man to finish bagging the shirts that Harry had become fond of. Once we was finished, we left the store just strolling along.

"Let's get you some pants then go shopping for food. Then we will go home," I said as we walked into H&M. We managed to get at least four pairs of pants that look rather snug on him.

Strolling down the aisles of the store, I grabbed the normal things. Pasta noodles, spaghetti sauce, herbs.

"What do angels even eat?" I joked coming into the frozen section. Pizza, ice cream. Pizza sounds really nice.

"Angel?" He asked, stopping in his tracks. He looked confused. Almost... Angry.

"That night.. The night I saved you. You had wings. And those wings fell. They disappeared. You have scars on your back, huge ones may I add. You can't tell me that's not true. Cause it is." Harry face turned into a smile. A.. Sinister smile. His dimples showed on both sides really brining out his smile. His eyes were dark. Not lustful, but they weren't black. His eyes just became a darker green. He.. Didn't look like Harry. He let out a deep chuckle, voice raspy.

"I'm no angel baby."

The way those words rolled off his tongue. It was natural. And it made my stomach feel weird. My heart was swelling. Not with cuteness, but with fear. He was actually scaring me.

I turned around, looking at the frozen food again. "Is pizza alright?" I began to scan the pizza, only to have my mind go blank.

I'm no angel, baby.

"Pizza is great!" Harry smiled, grabbing four boxes. "Here, let me take it." He took the basket from me, strolling a little ahead.

Harry was odd. He wasn't normal. And I think he knew that I knew that. And now I know... He won't open up. Because.. He's scared.

I'm scared.