Abduction and Desire.

Heart like Ours.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! The last sentence of the story is a quote by Christopher Poindexter. And all credit goes to him. A reader submitted it to me, and suggested I used it in my story so I did. But I just wanted to let everyone know I do not claim it as my own. All credit goes to him for the last line. Hope you enjoy reading!

(Listen to Breathe Me by Sia while reading this to get the full experience.)

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~Harry's P.O.V.~ 

We spent the whole day, just sitting, talking. I was telling her stories from our past, but she looked completely lost. It truly was out of her time, wasn't it? I mean, not really, considering the fact that she lived through it all with me. 

But the look on her face as I spoke, was trying to tell me otherwise. I shook my head of those evil thoughts. She was her. I mean, she has the same name and everything, the same face, the same body type, and she gives me the same feeling as before like no one else could ever do. Not even when I thought she was dead. That feeling I had died along with her, or so I thought. 

She stared at the ground, not moving an inch, except for her body slightly raising and falling to each breath that filled her lungs. Silence fell upon us, and I really didn't know what to do. I told her everything, spoke every word she wanted to know. Why was she still remaining silent? Did she not remember? Did it not work?

I heard her sigh, my eyes rose from her hands, up to her face as she settled on the couch, putting her back against it. 

"Did we really do all of those things?" She asked. 

I slowly nodded my head. "Yeah." Was all I spoke. 

She fumbled with her fingers before speaking again. "And we really, did the you know? That many times?" She asked slightly looking at me. 

I chuckled a bit before I answered. "Yeah, we did. You even told me that you knew my body more than you even knew yours. Said you could define every detail of it, even with your eyes closed." I looked down at my hands, with my elbows on my knees, watching as my fingers intertwined themselves nervously. 

She smiled a bit, and let out a nervous laughter. "I sounded like such a whore."

I looked at her, my facial expression changing. "Hey," I spoke. "You were far from a whore, for many reasons. One, you just did it with me, and two, it wasn't just sex, at least I thought it wasn't. It was making love, but like something that was more powerful than any other human, or living thing in general could ever experience." 

She looked at me, studying my face before the same silence fell back upon us. I really didn't know what to say this time, cause it was like every time I opened my mouth trying to make it better, I actually made it worse. 

"Harry." She asked. 

My eyes caught hers, "What?" I asked

"Why were you such a beast when we first met then? If I really am that girl, and if you loved me like you said you did, why?"

I sighed, looking down and straightening out my back. "That's kind of a complicated thing." I answered. "I was scared." 

She got closer to my body, I could feel her heat radiating off of her onto me. "What do you mean you were scared?" She asked. "I thought vampires could never feel anything?"