I wake up the next morning to the sound of footsteps on the hardwood floors. I slowly lift my head up to see Harry pacing frantically across my room. He doesn't even notice that I've woken up.
"Harry?" I call for him, and only then does he look up at me. He stops pacing, and comes to sit down beside me, only making the already cold room seem colder. "I didn't mean to wake you up," he says, looking at his hands. I shake my head, letting him know he wasn't bothering me.
"How long have you been here?" I ask him, furrowing my brows. He looks up at me. "I was in here when you came back up for bed. I've been here ever since." I'm shocked. I didn't even notice him.
"I didn't see you," I say. He gives me a small smile.
"I'm here every night. You just can't see me. I'm almost always with you, some way or another." He smiles proudly. I shouldn't be surprised. How else would he always be there when I found myself in trouble?
"Why were you pacing around like that? Is something wrong?" I ask him, not being able to keep it in any longer. His eyes part from mine again, and he fiddles with his fingers.
"Did you meet someone yesterday?" He asks me. I nod.
"Yeah. His name is Storm," I smile, remembering my new friend, and our dinner that I agreed to go to this weekend. Harry doesn't smile, though. I figured he would be happy that I finally made a friend after Addison. He always seems to want to make me happy, but why not now?
"Storm Parker," he says, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "A character, he is." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, something I seem to be doing a lot lately. "You know him?"
He chuckles. "A little too well."
"He asked me to go out with him Friday night," I say proudly, trying to get him to smile along with me. Why isn't he happy for me?
He looks anything but happy. He looks angry, even. I hope he isn't jealous. It's possible, after the kiss, that he would be. But I could never be with him, that way. He's dead. And he probably only sticks around because I'm keeping him alive, no matter what he says. Even though this is probably true, he's still nice to be around.
"Please tell me you said no," he whispers. "I wasn't there, when this happened. I just saw you talking to him on the bus," his eyes search my face for any sign that I had made that up. I disappoint him my shaking my head.
"Of course I told him I would go. What's wrong with that?" I can't help but be a bit taken aback and disappointed. He tugs at his hair with his hands.
"Shit," he curses. "I knew this would happen. I knew it all along."
I'm so confused! "Knew what all along?" I question. "Why aren't you happy for me? I thought you would be." He gapes at me.
"Why would I be happy that my girl is going on a date with my arch enemy?"
His girl? Me?
Arch enemy? Storm?
"Maddy," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You can't go with Storm Parker Friday night. You can't," he huffs at me. He's starting to get on my nerves, and anger me, even.
"And why can't I?" I give him a bit of attitude.
"For one, you're mine. And two, he probably won't show up anyway." That was so out of the blue. He won't show up anyway? What the hell?
This side of Harry I have not seen. Of course not, we just now started having normal conversations. Right now, Harry seemed angry, and possessive, even.
"Who are you to say that he won't show up?" I am starting to get angry. "And I'm not yours. I'm not anybody's!"
He huffs. "You can't tell me that after what happened last night. There's no way in hell I'm going back now. There was no way in hell you wouldn't be mine anyway," he growls, his eyes a frightening black color. "And as for the Storm issue, I think I know him a bit better than you do. You're not going." And with that, he vanishes, leaving me angered.
I lay back down, trying to calm myself by closing my eyes. It helps quite a bit, and I feel myself dozing off again.
Before I'm asleep, though, I feel someone place an extra blanket on top of me, and tuck me into the blankets better before an arm is draped over me.
"I'm sorry," he whispers into my ear, his breath cold. He places a single kiss on the place where my jaw and neck meet.
I'm still mad at him, and confused as to how the two of us went to barely speaking to the two of us kissing, and fighting, and him holding me in my sleep.
However, I know that as long as I'm in his arms, nothing could ever bring me harm. I feel safe. I feel like I have a place in this world.
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