HARRY’S P.O.V:
Harmony Lukas: The girls whose voice soothes me, her attitude makes me smirk and her kindness makes my arms burst into goose bumps.
I have never met a girl quite like Harmony. Able to stand up for herself, feisty but kind, strong, and a deep soul that is as pure as anything.
As cheesy as it fucking sounds, she’s different. She’s not like all those other girls I have been with. She seems to be the only girl I can control myself around. Never did I even think a girl like her existed, one that I can physically sit down with and have a conversation with, without them flirting or beginning to take their clothes off.
I’ve only known her for about a month and a bit yet I find myself slowly being hypnotised by her. Fuck, I have to stop myself. I have to stop all my thoughts about her. I can’t let her hypnotise me, I can’t fall for her. Fuck I won’t fall for her. I don’t believe in that shit, love, marriage, finding your soul mate. I don’t believe in any of it. It’s all bullshit, there’s no such thing as happy endings, or true love. It always turns out bad, nothing good comes out of love. Because there’s a fine line between love and hate. And everyone eventually crosses that line once there ‘love’ isn’t so strong anymore. Love is pain and so is life, that’s why I have to stop my thoughts when it comes to Harmony.
I’m completely psycho, bipolar nearly, yet here she is still putting up with me and holding that tiny piece of hope behind her eyes. Hope for what though? Hope for me? Hope that I won’t completely flip out on her anymore and try to care… care for something... Someone?
Her eyes are wondering between mine, trying to read my expression, my thoughts. It won’t work though, there’s so many thoughts running through my mind that she wouldn’t even be able to catch up.
I’m mad, so mad that she followed me. She has no fucking idea what she has done. What she might have got herself into. All the boys have seen her now and I have no doubt that one might rat to boss if I don’t stop them quickly.
But right now, I have to push that thought aside because I have to somehow explain to Harmony what’s going on. Never have I explained to anyone about my business or my life. I’ve never found someone I feel like I could speak so easily to, then came along Harmony. She somehow has got me sitting next to her, about to tell her everything. Like I had her earlier today.
“Harry.” Her voice is soft and soothing as she snaps me out of my thoughts. My gaze locks with hers, and I can see the small amount of fright sitting behind them. I’m avoiding the conversation, I don’t want to tell her about my horrible past. My dark secrets that will spill out.
One side of me is stopping me from telling her, what happens if I scare her? Scare her away… She already saw me nearly kill that man the other week which makes me sick. She shouldn’t have seen that, seen that side of me. I don’t want her to be scared of me, to fear me. But there’s another side of me that’s screaming at me, screaming to finally tell someone my past, for someone to help me…. help the 12 year old boy who never lived a proper childhood.
“I had no one, I was basically living off the streets and that’s when boss came across me one day. He told me he could help me, supply me food, shelter if I did some things in return. I was 15 with nowhere else to go, so I agreed.” I mumble, sighing loudly at the end, running my hands through my knotty brown, curly hair. Harmony’s face is weary and her eyes watch my hands tug at the end of my hair as I continue to speak.
“He took me in, I lived with him and he supplied me with food and all the ‘cool’ things kids wanted. I did what he asked and I slowly just began working for him, he then started paying me for the things I did and I was locked, I couldn’t escape. He brought me under his wing, protected me and cared for me… which made it harder for me to run.” She looks confused, like she doesn’t understand what I’m talking about. And I read her perfectly because before I could start speaking again she broke the minute of silence.
