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Two - Answers

Two - Answers

"Dickhead,' I mumble and sit back on the couch. Seriously, what was he protecting me from? It's not like I can't protect myself, should I even trust that Harry guy? He might be a part of the rebels, the good guys. But who says he's not faking that? He could be a corrupt one, or a Raven as he called it. I seriously need to meet the guy who says Harry can't tell me certain things.

A knock on my door interrupts my thougths. I quickly get up and jog towards the door. I'm surprised when I see Lucas, I make sure to check that it's Lucas by looking in his eyes, and yes I'm greeted by the familiar dark brown eyes.

"Lucas!" I say happily and hug him tightly.

"Hello," he says and kisses me sweetly.

"I didn't expect to see you here," I say and close the door.

"Got early from work," he explains and walks over to the couch. I walk over to him and sit beside him.

Lucas was a great guy, well, if you didn't count the jealousy in. Yes, my boyfriend was the jealous type, but like the 'if-I-see-you-talking-to-a-guy-I-wil-kill-him' type jealous. It sucked yes, but when he wasn't jealous or possesive, he was great, sweet, nice, funny, everything you want in a guy.

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Same old,' he answers, 'Yours?'

"Bit stressfull due the job interview, but overall alright," I answer. I decide to leave the Harry part out, I don't think he'll like the fact that a boy was in my apartement, and surely not that it was a stranger.

"Meet any nice people?" he ask. I knew it wasn't just a normal question, he wanted to know if I had meet any boys that were threat.

"Not really," I smile. "Just my possible new boss, who'se like fifty by the way and happily married."

"Great," Lucas says and smiles.

"When are they calling you to tell you you got the job or not?" he inquires.

"They say in about two days," I say and lay my head on his shoulder. We shared a silence where only our breathings were heard.

Without really wanting it my mind drifted off to Harry. Why was he not giving me any answers? When I first met him he was so nice, but as soon as I started asking questions he became hostile and didn't want to tell me anything.

Yes, I've been rude to him too, but that's just who I am.

"Are you alright?" Lucas voice startled me. I look at him confused.

"You just zoned out, everything alright?"

"Uh yeah, just concerned about the job, I hope I get i," I quickly make up.

"Don't worry, you'll get it, I'm confident about that," he says and smiles.

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"You sure you can't have lunch with me tomorrow? Don't you have off, it's Saturday tomorrow," I say as Lucas gets up. I follow him to the door.

"I'm sorry, one of the cooks got sick and Saturday is the busiest day in the week for the restaurant, they need me as cook." Lucas explains. I sigh and nod.

"Alright, when do I see you again?" I ask.

"I don't know, I'll call you okay?" he says.

"Alright, see you later," I say and kiss him.

"Bye Avery," he says and then walks out of the door. I sigh and walk over to my couch and plop down on it. I shove my face in on of the pillows and close my eyes, god I was tired and it wasn't that late. That wasn't really uncommon for me, no matter how much sleep I got, I could still be tired like I've been up for 48 hours.

I also had a case of insomnia, it wasn't every night that I couldn't sleep, but it did occur frequentlly, if that happened I had to take sleeping pills. But it doesn't matter if I get a good night rest or not, I'll always be tired most of the time. Yeah, that sucks

To kill some time I decide to watch my favourite tv-show, how I met your mother, yes I know it ended, I just like watching old episodes when I'm bored. So I get some snacks and get comfortable on the couch to start a marathon.

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I couldn't sleep.

I could blame it on my insomnia, but I know it wasn't that. I had too many questions running in my head, and that's what's keeping me from sleeping. I blame it on Harry, if he had told me something I could be sleeping peacefully now. I glanzed at my clock

1:21 am

Harry lives right across the hall, I could just get up and knock on his door demanding him to give me some information so my mind could be put to rest. I know it's very rude of me to just go and knock on someone's door and disturb their sleep, a decent wouldn't do that, except, I'm not really decent.

So I find myself standing in front of Harry's door, in my pyjamas and a hoodie knocking loudly on his door.

"Come on, bloody wake up," I mutter to myself and knock even louder. Suddenly the door jerks open and I see Harry standing in front of me, quite angry may I add.

"Care to explain why you're knocking on my door in the middle of the fucking night?" he asks.

"I need answers," I say and walk past him into the apartement. The place was illuminated by a small lamp in the living room. I couldn't really see how the place looked, just some silouettes of the furniture.

"Now?" he inquires.

"Yes now," I say and look at him.

"It's in the middle of the night, Avery," he says.

"So what?" I say.

"I want to fucking sleep," he states.

"So do I, but I can't because all those questions are running trough my mind," I say.

"I can't tell you anything, believe me, I want to, but I can't. Look, tomorrow I'm going to the person I need to talk to and arrange a meeting. But before we can arrange that meeting we have to talk with the whole group. Untill then I can't tell you anything but that I'm here to protect you and that I'm not the only one," he explains.

"I just don't like being left in the dark," I mumble. "I feel like when you tell me something it will be to late."

"Don't worry Avery, it will be okay, trust me," he says. The phrase made my muscles tense, trust him?

"You alright?" he aks.

"Yeah,"I breathe out and walk past him, but he catches my wrist.

"What is wrong Avery?" he asks.

"Nothing," I say and jerk back my arm so he would let go of my wrist. I quickly get out of the aparment and go back to my own.

Harry didn't have to know about my past.

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