Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

Chapter 6

Harry sat in silence while I stared at the numbers and letters on the page. I kept trying to comprehend the words I was reading but Harry is just so damn distracting.

How is he distracting, he's not saying anything?

I tell myself to shut up then decide I might as well talk to him if I won't be getting any work done anyway.

"Harry?"

He looks at me and for a moment his eyes are a pitch black..like he was just remembering something terrible.

"What?" he asks

"Why do you have so many tattoos?" I wasn't sure why that's the question I decided to ask him. I suppose I've alaways been slightly curious as to what compelled him to permanantly stain his skin at such a young age.

"Because I felt like it. Why don't you have any? Oh wait probably because you're to busy worrying about what other people would say, right?"

Ouch..not the answer I was expecting.

"No!" I say a little too loudly. Someone from somewhere else in the library shooshes us.

"I don't have any because they are a painful, pointless waste of time and money. Also, as you get older they will fade and morph because you grow." I wasn't sure about the morphing part because Harry was already pretty tall and I don't think he'll be growing anymore in his lifetime.

"Oh really?" he challenges, "Well when all that happens i'll deal with it then." he rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair.

I make a mental note that he's kind of a dick so that the next time I talk to him I can prepare myself for snarky comments.

I forget I'm still looking at him so I turn my head to look at a bookshelf on my right, hoping he didn't notice my staring.

"And just so you know, I don't care what anyone thinks of me."

"Hun, if you don't care what anyone thinks of you, why are you telling me unless you care what I think."

My stomach flutters when he calls me 'Hun' even though he said it in the most sarcastic way. I didn't know what to say because he's right, I do care what he thinks. What HE thinks but I would never admit that to him. I can feel my face turning red so I just look down and continue to fail at doing my work. I can hear him chuckle, knowing he's right.

The bell rings and I'm so relieved. I shove my stuff into my bag and stand up to leave for the break before third period. He's stands up as I walk to the stairs to the second floor, I accidently miss the first step somehow and I start to fall. Something from behind me grabs my arm to keep me from falling down the stairs and I yelp in pain.

I regain my balance and look back to the person who caught me, Harry, just like I thought. He's looking at me funny, he must have noticed when I cried out.

"Are you ok, did I hurt you, I guess I didn't realize how hard I grabbed you." he said apologetically.

"No it wasn't you, I just...um..I," I stuttered trying to come up with a lie that made sense," I fell the other day and landed on my arm. Don't worry about it, i'll be fine."

I'm an awful liar and I could tell that he wasn't buying it but he didn't object when I turned around and walked out of the building.