Lost

Chapter 23

“If you come one fucking inch nearer I will have to push you away harder than you have ever been pushed” he growls and I take a distance between us again.

“I’m sorry” I whisper and stare into his green, dark eyes, which sparkle interestingly.

Harry frowns. “I told you once you want to kiss me.”

“I don’t want to. Not really” I disagree with him and shake my head to make my opinion clearer.

He raises his brows. “And what was that supposed to be?”

“I.. uhm..” I stop and gulp. Yeah, I do not know what that was supposed to be either. I just leaned in and I did not even want to. I have no clue what I just did and I am sorry for it at all. I should not have done that, that’s clear now. “I do not really know.”

“Can’t you make short forms?” he asks me a bit harsh “it starts to be annoying.”

“I am not used to that, sorry” I tell him and swallow again, because I only did those complete and long forms since my granny’s house burned bright and killed my family. Killed me inside as well.

Harry moans in a very annoyed way. “You’re a bit insane, aren’t you?”

“Me? Not at all” I reply and roll my eyes at him. “Unlike you.”

“Hey” he growls and I jump because he scared me. “Take care about how you speak with me.”

“I just mean that you are-“

“I don’t want to know” he interrupts me and I start to get angry.

“Why can you not let me finish my sentences?” I question.

Harry turns his face to the bright city, we are in the dark now. “Why should I?”

“Because you want me let you come to an end as well” I suggest.

He shrugs his shoulders as if he does not care only a bit. “You better do so, because I’ll make you do if you don’t. That’s how it works.”

“What would it be like, when I was more angry? Would we end up fighting?” Interesting thought, but that will never happen. I am not that kind of girl. I have never been in a fight and I never want to be in one. I am fine the way it is now.

“First, you’re not angry, not at all. And I don’t fight women. They’re way to weak and I’d only hurt them, make them cry. I’d scare you and maybe make you sit down without hurting you. And that’s when the most girls give up. End of story.”

At least he does not hurt women. How nice. “At least you have a bit decency.”

A second later he takes my arms in his hands and holds me up. I do not touch the ground with my feet anymore and he holds me right in front of his face, his fingers are deep in my upper arms. “It’s enough don’t you think so? You don’t want me to hurt you or to scare you again and I try hard here. Maybe you should just shut the fuck up and try to calm me instead of make me angry. You’re not any better than me, but I’m the insane one here?”

I do not know what I had done now, but I am sure he will scream and scream at me if I do not do something. And so I relax my whole body and I see how his muscles tense to hold me where I am now. His biceps is huge, the tats are everywhere. The vein in his neck pops out and I can see his heart is racing. I do not know why he is angry again, but I want him to calm down. Somehow I manage to put my hands on his shoulders and then I rub my thumbs over his tattooed collar bones. He stares at me in disbelieve and confusion but I keep going and nod. When I talk I concentrate on making short forms. It feels weird.