•Chapter 8•
*** 1 Month Later ***
It's not the best experience hanging out with Harry. He's not as out there as I thought he would be since the first night I went "missing". I've heard around the area that people are saying that I'm murdered or committed suicide. I was clearly alive and well.
I walked about the house, that I have grown fond of in the past month, looking for the curly haired boy. I found him walk back into the house, blood stained the corner of his lips.
"Do you mind cleaning yourself before you come back?" I snapped. I wasn't scared of him anymore, that's what he thought at least. I was still terrified.
"Whatever." He used the back of his hand to wipe the deep red of the liquid from his mouth.
I scoffed and sat down on the couch, my legs criss-crossed. "Tell me about your self." I blurted. He never really liked to talk about himself. I wanted to make sure that he was in a good mood.
"We already went over this." He passed the kitchen and into the long corridor to "our" bedroom. I still didn't count it as ours even though my clothes and feminine materials are in the same room.
"Please?" I whined, following his footsteps into the lit bedroom.
"No." He blankly stated. He looked into my blue eyes before turning away. "We're going out." He grabbed his keys before walking past me.
This would be the 2nd time in a month that I've been out in the world again.
The last time I tried to leave, he caught me and didn't trust me alone again until now. Last week he went out to go buy blonde hair dye, that way I wouldn't be spotted. I didn't want my hair to be blonde, but now I'm actually used to it.
He tossed me a black hoodie and a pair of sunglasses, "Put those on." He stated before closing the door so I could change in peace, something that hasn't happened in a while.
I slipped the black hoodie over my slim figure and the sunglasses over my blue eyes. I walked out into the living room to find Harry, sitting at the couch.
"Let's go." I speed walked to the door, wanting to feel the suns warmth, touch the surface of the ground, breath the fresh air around me.
He stopped me in my tracks. "Not so fast." He smirked down at me, placing a bracelet onto my wrist. It was silver, with a... Paper airplane dangling from the chain.
"You do realize that since Bethany had the same charm, she would know it's me." I stated and looked at him through the dullness of the glasses.
"No she won't. If she does she'll just suppose that the person just has the same pendant." He grabbed my wrist, pulling me out the door and through the woods. The flashbacks started to fill my mind of the first night I came here, running away at 3 in the morning.
"Don't even think about that." Harry's grip on my wrist tightened, making sure that I wouldn't slip.
"I wasn't thinking of running Harry. I was thinking about the first time I tried and I how I failed to get away." I stated.
"Good." His grip left my hand and went to my waist. His arms wrapped around the indent of the torso, pulling my closer to him the closer we got to the city.
"Harry?" I asked.
"Yes?" Whenever he spoke, a thick vibration filled in his chest.
"How come that you never want to talk about your past or what you're like?" The question fell from my lips before I could stop them.
