Harmony (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

The door swung open, revealing a panting Harry. I swallow dryly as I take in his unsettling appearance. He has blood all over his hands, especially on his knuckles. Was that Siva's blood or Harry's?

I cower in the corner as Harry approaches. I thought he was going to do something to me but instead he turns to the sink, turning on the faucet. I watch cautiously as the blood goes down the drain. 

I can hear my breathing increase as Harry turns to face me.

"Go to bed." He demands before he leaves me alone in the cold bathroom. I slowly move towards the door and towards my bedroom. The hallway is dark, and considering tonight's events, I almost brake into a run to reach my room. I swing open the door and gasp.

Where my window is, or was, is a wardrobe. I look at the floor around the wardrobe and see shattered glass. Siva must have broken into this room and the wardrobe is Harry's attempt to secure my bedroom. I am still uneasy, the attempt is failing to comfort me. 

I scurry to the bed and duck underneath the covers. What if I was in the room when Siva broke in? I am thankful I decided to get a drink of water. With the way he treated me in the kitchen, I doubt he would have been merciful to me. I'm shocked that Harry was so willing to protect me. It made me trust him more..until I saw him attack the intruder. He was relentless in hurting him. I gulp in fear as I realize that Harry may have killed Siva.

Did he go that far? I am not sure, but I want to find out. However, I know Harry would be mad if I asked. And now that I have seen Harry in a full-blown rage, I decide I should control my curiosity and let this slide.

But if he did kill Siva, then Harry's a murderer. Could I continue living here under the same roof of a possible-murderer?

And what if Siva is alive? I doubt he would break in again with his injuries but he was obviousky working for someone. What if Siva wasn't alone? What if there are more intruders in this house? 

All of this is begginning to take a toll on me and tears begin to fall down my face. My heart is racing as I tightly clutch the bedsheets. I don't think I can stay in this room like this. I feel like I'm going insane with all the possibilities. I don't feel safe, and I know I won't be able to fall asleep anytime soon. And sleep is my only escape from my fears.

I have an idea, and I try to not think to much about it. I silently pray that despite Harry's tempermant, he will be somewhat considerate of my feelings.

I run through the hallways and quietly knock on Harry's bedroom door.

"What?" He snaps at me. His eyes widen when he sees my tears.

"I'm scared." I whisper to him. I try to step into his room but he stops me.

"So?"

"I can't go to sleep." A whimper falls from my lips after my words.

"Not much I can do about it. There isn't anything to be scared of anyway." He says flatly as he attempts to shut the door on me. My hand instantly reaches out to stop it.

"Please help me." I plead.

"I don't know how to help you." I can tell he's annoyed. I try not to look down at his bare torso. He isn't wearing a shirt and even in the faint darkness I can see the outlines of his tattoos.

"Can I stay in here?" I close my eyes as I wait for the answer.

"What?" He says confused.

"Can I stay in-"

"I heard what you said." He says. "You want to stay in here with me?" He steps forward, raising in eyebrow at me.

"Yes. I don't feel safe by myself."

"And you'll feel safe with me?" His tone is disbelieving. I can see his green eyes studying my face, I look away.

"Yes." I quietly mutter. No, I won't feel safe with him but I'll feel safer than I did in my bedroom by myself.

"You shouldn't feel safe with me." His tone quickly went from confused to dark. 

"Please!" I plead again. To my surprise, he opens the door wider allowing me to step in. 

I walk towards the middle of the room, near the bed, as Harry shuts the door. He turns around and closes in on me.

"Don't expect me to sleep on the floor." Without thinking I wrap my arms around his torso, I'm slightly taken aback by the warmth of his body but quickly relax. Tears are still streaming down my face but Harry makes no attempt to hug me back. I can feel his muscles are tense under my touch.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for shopping with me. Thank you for protecting me from Siva. Thank you for letting me stay in here." I let go when I realize how uncomfortable my gesture was for Harry.

I sniffle as I mutter a small apology. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't look at me, but he pulls back the covers to his bed and gestures for me to get underneath them.

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Double Update! I know it was short but I did already post a chapter earlier today. Please keep voting and commenting! Thank you all :)