Sinister

Chapter 4

When we got home, the time mostly consumed of Harry asking to help put food away, asking where it went, reading the ingredients, then putting it away. He would also examine the bottle, then place it on the shelf. It took us a good half hour longer than it usually takes to put away the food. But he did it with care. It was strange yet fasinating at the same time. 

Seeing Harry stand there as the jar of spagetti sause fell to the floor. He quickly got on his toes as I stepped towards the fallen glass. "Don't come over here Blair. You'll get hurt." I didn't listen though. I got a wet rag and got onto my hands and knees. Harry watched as I gently cleaned the red mess. 

"Grab the broom from the closet," I ordered as the mess was slowly clearing up. Harry didn't even think twice. He quickly got the broom stick from the closet, sweeping up some of the mess. I picked up most of the big pieces, feeling a sharp pain as it fell to the floor again. I quickly pulled my hand to my chest, checking the small scratch. It was bleeding really bad and deeper than I thought. 

"Blair," Harry said under a whisper. I jumped nearly falling myself. He took my hand into his, examining the small cut. 

"I'm fine.." But he didn't really think much of it. He pulled my hand to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the wound, making it sting but for only a moment. When he lowered my hand, the pain was gone. So was the blood, as well as the scratch. I quickly pulled my hand away, examining it myself. I can't believe my eyes. "The hell...?"

Harry didn't react to my reaction. He went back to cleaning up the mess, picking up the glass. How the hell did that happen? Just..Kissing my hand? How did he manage to do that? My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I didn't think he was going to hurt me.. But I didn't think he was going to be that gentle. 

"I'll be right back," I smiled softly, quickly turning the corner into the hallway. I ran into the bathroom, quickly closing and locking the door. Why was I on such a rush? Besides the fact that what he just did, I feel like... I just have an uneasy feeling right now. I don't exactly feel safe with him. But I know he means no harm. 

He could have killed me that day. He could have ripped my heart out. He could have snapped my neck. But he didn't. He dropped me to my knees, apologizing. That doesn't mean anything though, I thought to myself. He could be just pulling an act, just buttering me up with the whole, you look like that Victoria's Secret model or the helping me put food away. It has to be one or the other. I'm either right or completely wrong. And it's too late to back out of anything now because this unknown man is living with you. HE IS IN YOUR HOUSE LIVING, BREATHING, AND SLEEPING UNDER THE SAME ROOF. 

I quickly washed my hands like it would have washed away the nightmares that kept coming to me. But it didn't. No matter how much soap I scrubbed my hands with or what I did, nothing happened. I just ended up ripping skin, leaving there a big spot on my hand, leaving a burning sensation. Damn. 

I walked out of the bathroom, trying to calm my nerves. I just worked myself up and now I need to calm down. No matter how scared of Harry I might be, I need to show him I'm not scared. Because what's the point of showing fear right? He will know I'm scared and rip me limb from limb and then I'll never be able to do anything in life. Never teach as the high school art teacher or marry Liam Hemsworth and-

"Are you alright?" 

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, placing my hand over my heart. Harry stood there, trying to hold back a laugh. "You scared the shit out of me!" 

"I'm sorry," he began laughing. "Your face! Oh wow! That was priceless! I didn't even mean to scare you but that made my whole day and wowwww!" He had tears brimming his eyes. His arms covered his stomach as he laughed at the incident he had just caused.