Abduction and Desire.

The warning

Harry's P.O.V. 

I could sense how she felt, and it wasn't that great. She felt lost, like her life was even more off course. I couldn't blame her. I wanted to keep all of that away from her, just to keep her safe. It hurt me to see her like this. Like my heart was getting repeatedly ripped out, over and over again and there was nothing I could do. And I hated it. I fucking hated it. I wanted to protect her from everything, even the darkest parts of her imagination, but right now, that just felt too impossible. And I always beat myself up over it.

I wish I could read her mind, so that way I could figure out how to help her, how to guide her. Because right now it felt like I confused her more. Like every time I opened my mouth, I dug her hole deeper. 

I didn't want to live to be the darkness anymore. I wanted to be the light, her light, the one that would guide her way. 

I only came back here because of her. To be completely honest, I haven't been in Cheshire in years. But I came here, followed her here, because I wanted another chance at love. I wanted to get to know her I had too. Every time I would try to pull away from her, it was like her body pulled me back in, not really letting me go. 

She spent a few days away. She needed the space. Every night I'd stand outside her house. Keeping an eye on her, watching out for the things that went bump in the night. I saw her, standing by her bedroom window, the yellow light consuming her, and some of the darkness that was outside. I watched her stare down at her left hand, her right constantly turning something around and around. 

I took a closer look, it was a ring, but not just any ring, the ring that I showed her all those days before. The one in the golden box along with mine. The one that was hers all those centuries ago. I smiled to myself, watching her play with it. 

I sat up in the tree, just watching her. With my knees pulled up to my chest. Just watching her calmly sleep, it put a smile to my face. Put my body at peace. I watched as her chest rose and fell with each steady breath she took. Her brunette curls caressing her porcelain skin. The colorful glow of her Christmas lights filling her room, making things brighter and even more gorgeous than before. 

i was known as the thief in the night. The one to steal all of the women, seduce them, and kill them after I toyed with them. But to be honest, I didn't do any of those damn things. I was known for the things I wasn't. And I hated it. 

I wasn't known for the love that I had for her, for the love we shared. For all of the things that we've been though. All of the I love yous that left my lips, and fled onto hers, and for all the ones the fled from hers onto mine.  For all the nights we spent with our bodies bare, our limbs tangled in one another's while soft breaths and the sound of lingering kisses filled the room. With nothing but the glow of the yellow light of lilted candles making our silhouettes dance along the room walls. 

I felt the sudden need to be close to her, and before I knew it I was standing in her room, by her bed. She laid with her face and body facing the side of the bed I was on. Completly wrapped up in her blanket like a cocoon, with nothing but her sweet face and a few frizzy curls sticking out. 

I smiled. 

Not a trace of makeup soiled her perfect face. She was beautiful. My right hand rose, and lightly trailed against her porcelain colored face. Her body stirred, and began to move, before I knew it, her eyelashes were fluttering open. 

"Harry?" She asked in her raspy morning voice. 

I smiled more before I let it fade. "I uh. I just wanted to check up on you. See how you were doing." 

She smiled sightly. "You're such a stalker." 

We both laughed as she removed some hair from her face. I turned my body, "I'll go ahead and go now that I see you're perfectly fine." I smiled.