Runaway Rosie.

Four.

That night, as I laid in bed watching the sky darken and the raindrops run down the glass surface of the window, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about everything I'd ever been through. You know that moment right when you're about to fall asleep and then all of a sudden all these horrible thoughts and memories start coming at you full speed and you find yourself unable to sleep. That's what this was and it was a lot to handle. All the negative thoughts swirled through my mind at a rapid pace and the tears were long-since streaming down my always swollen face. What if he found me? What would I do then? Surely he'd hurt me worse than ever before, surprisingly I've survived as long as I have, but if I was caught, he could possibly even kill me this time. I shuddered at the thought and burrowed further under the plaid duvet. What abou- a short rasp at the door interrupted my thoughts and I quickly got up, my bare feet padding against to soft carpet, to answer the door, finding a set of flat curls and bright green eyes on the other side.
"Mind if I get some pajamas?"
I quickly shook my head and climbed back onto the cozy bed, in the same spot as earlier, but in a sitting position, facing out of the window.
"Did you like dinner?"
I nodded, but unsure of whether he looking at me or not, I turned to give him a response, immediately regretting it when I saw him standing a mere two feet from me in nothing but his boxers. I let out an animal-like screech before retreating back under the duvet while his low chuckle echoed around the room.
"Sorry, I should've warned you."
"That would've been nice," I muttered into the fluffed pillow.
"Well you did know I was changing."
"I thought you were just getting clothes, not actually undressing in here."
"Wow. I think that's the most I've heard you say at once. Guess I should be naked more often, get you talking some more."
His laugh died down before silence filled the room completely while he finished getting dressed. Minutes later, the bed behind me bent under someone's added weight and I turned to find Harry sitting there, looking down at his hands concentrating hard on his own thoughts. He seemed content just sitting there and to be honest, it was quite comforting.
"Rosie..?"
"Yeah?" I whispered into the dark, my back now facing him again.
"Are you really okay?"
I took a deep breath, a small smile playing on my lips. He was genuinely concerned about me and it felt nice.
"You want the truth?"
"Yeah."
I turned around again, staring up at him. I'd never really noticed how...perfect he was. He had the best complextion I'd ever seen. His skin looked so soft, despite the few blemishes spotted here and there. His eyes were a deep, mesmerizing green. And though his curls didn't have much volume right now, his har was very luscious. He was indeed a very attractive male.
"Please."
"No...No, I'm not okay."
"What..happened to you?"
"You really want to know?"
"I do."
I took another deep breath and found myself beginning to explain my entire life to a complete stranger. His eyes remained on his hands, all the while I was reliving events from my childhood up until the day I left my husband. I told him about my parents and grandarents dying, leaving me to fend for myself. I told him about my wonderful marriage until my husband got a new boss, leaving him constantly frustrated to where he started taking it out on me.
We talked well into the night, him asking questions every so often and me answering before continuing with my story. I had moved over allowing Harry some room to lie down as he listened intently. When I began to cry he hurriedly ran to his bathroom and brought me back some tissues, along with a chocolate bar he had on his wall shelf. Something about him made me feel like I could trust him with my life. He was my new safety zone.
"I'm so sorry Rosie."
"It's not your fault, nothing you could do about it." I sniffled into the sheets and Harry reached over to wipe my eyes for me.
"But I was mean to you."
"It's okay Harry. I'm used to it.."
"That doesn't make it okay. Please forgive me."
"I forgive you."
He reached across the cramped space between us, pulling me in for a hug. My immediate reaction was to flinch and flee, but some part of me refused to let go. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.
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"Where are you going?" Just as I began to fall asleep, his shifting weight off the bed jolted me up. I grabbed onto his sleeved arm, pulling him back onto the bed.
"To share the couch with Lou."
"Don't go." He watched my eyes for a moment, unsure if I were serious or not. "Please?"
He simply nodded and crawled back into the bed with me, instantly relieving me from worries of possible nightmares.
"Thank you Harry."
"For what?"
"For everything..."
"Thank you, for telling me. Goodnight Roza."
Roza...Roza. A new, warming feeling in the pit of my stomach swelled at the use of the nickname.
"Goodnight Hazz."
The heat radiating from us being so close comforted me even further, slowly lulling me to a peaceful state of sleep. Maybe I could finally get a good night's rest. Maybe finally I could forget about my haunting past, and move on with my life. Maybe, just maybe I could start over. Here. With Anne...and Harry.