Songs for this Chapter:
Empire~Shakira
Fall for You~Secondhand Serenade
Turning Page~Sleeping at Last
My breath hitches in my throat. "Is that why you're always with me?" I question, even though he's basically already said the answer. He nods anyway, though, before saying, "To make sure you don't do anything stupid. There's more to it than what I previously said."
I hesitantly nod, not completely understanding. "Can you tell me? The rest, I mean," I clarify. He hesitates, rubbing his eyes as if he is tired. He looks it.
"I got another chance to be apart of life here on Earth. I didn't get another life. I am dead, but I am walking around. My heart has stopped, but my body hasn't. I am just... Here. You can see me, and feel me, and hear me, but I'm stone cold. Blood doesn't run through my veins," he explains, and I shiver. I still have so many questions.
"I don't see what this has to do with me," I say to him, shaking my head. I hardly notice that the hand I had rested upon his was now intertwined with his fingers. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, although I don't know why.
"As I said, I got another chance to be apart of life here on Earth, as long as I sort of 'saved someone else's'." He uses air quotations with his fingers. "And that someone just happened to be you. My job is to keep you alive, whatever the circumstances." I can tell he wants to say something else, but he stops himself.
"What is it?" I question him, furrowing my brows. He gently squeezes my fingertips. "Madelynn, you are a very important asset to me. As long as your heart is beating, I am here, on Earth. You are what is keeping me somewhat alive. When you die, I die too."
My heart drops. When he had begun telling me all this, I thought he had been sticking around with me to protect me because he cared about me. Because I meant something to him, other than the fact that I kept him alive. He was using me. How selfish of him.
"So you're using me?" I ask and he grimaces. "You're only keeping me alive because that's the only way to save yourself?" I don't know why, but I really am hurt.
He shakes his head. "That's how it was at first. But... But before long, I realized how wonderful you were. I realized how special you were. And now, even if it didn't matter what my fate was, I would keep you alive. I would do all I could to make sure your heart continued beating."
I have to catch my breath. He couldn't mean that, could he?
"And that's what I'm going to do," he says to me, squeezing my fingers again.
By now I don't know what to think. How could someone come up with such a detailed lie? I want to believe him, but this is the type of thing you only hear about in books or movies. It's too overwhelming.
I look down at my lap, pulling my hand out of his. I have no choice but to believe him. It all sort of makes sense.
"So you're like, what? My guardian angel?" I ask him, my brows furrowed. He simply laughs. "You could say that. Except, I'm definitely not an angel," he shakes his head, an unknown emotion hidden behind the electric green in his eyes. Pain? Sorrow? Regret?
I take a deep breath. "Thank you," I whisper to him, finally making eye contact with him again. "For keeping me alive." He nods. "I kind of have to. But, remember, even if I didn't have to, I would. Because you're a very wonderful girl," he whispers grabbing my hand again, leaning a bit closer.
He continues to lean into me until I can feel the iciness of his skin on my face. My breath comes in short spurts, and I can look at are his pink, plump lips. They look so...kissable.
He leans a bit closer, and our lips connect. His lips are soft. Soft, smooth, and ice cold.
Sadly, the kiss ends before it really even began. Even though the kiss was brief, it was enough to leave me breathless. I open my eyes to look at Harry, his eyes shut right and his brow furrowed, his lips slightly parted. He looks gorgeous.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he lets out in a strained whisper. Those same butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I can't handle the frustrations anymore. I reconnect our lips, with much more force than last time.
Our lips move in perfect synchronization, gently caressing each other's. Harry's hands find their place on my body: one hand tangled in my hair and one on my hip. I lean into him, the iciness of his touch not bothering me at all.
He slowly brings his other hand down to my other hip, pulling me into him. I quickly comply, straddling him. He lets out a high pitched whimper, seemingly out of place for him because of his normally deep, raspy voice.
"Oh my God, Madelynn," he moans while I pull away to catch my breath. He soon brings his lips back to mine, continuing our heated kiss.
I feel his tongue outline the shape of my lips, before gently sliding between them. I don't care, I'm enjoying this too much. Our tongues gently caress each other. It feels so good to just let go.
He leans back onto his elbow, his other arm snaking it's way around my waist. My hands wrap around the back of his neck, fiddling with the curls.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me disappointed. He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face, pecking me on the lips one more time.
"Your father is home," he whispers, before disappearing into thin air, as always. I can't help but laugh as his disappearance leaves me flailing awkwardly onto the bed from where I dropped as he went away.
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