Broken Walls | H.S | [Discontinued]

Chapter 7

Nigella

"I'll Show You Versatility When Santino Wins a Sewing Competition and Visage Wears a fucking Turtleneck!"

I laugh out loud and wipe the remaining tears from my eyes that Bianca Del Rio has caused.

"Hey, what are you watching?" Harry asks and plops down on the couch beside me. I pause the show and turn to him.

"Rupaul's drag race season 6" I reply. "It's a show about bunch of drag queens who compete against each other to become America's drag superstar"

"Ah, interesting" He hums and nods.

"It has many more seasons but I decided to watch season 6 because it has the best drag queens" I tell him. "I didn't know about this show until my friend, Jade Thirlwall, told me to watch it"

"What else do you watch?" He questions.

"Um, I watch Hemlock Grove. It's not a new series it's few years old. It's quite underrated" I answer.

"What's that about?"

"It's very complicated. You just have to watch the show"

"Alright then, let's watch it today. We can have a Hemlock Grove marathon" He suggests. "You and me, all day. Netflix and chill"

"Sounds like a plan"

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"Why is Olivia like this? Honestly she is the reason why Roman is such a man-whore" Harry huffs.

"Olivia seems like your favourite character" I say, sarcastically. He glares at me, playfully. It has only been two days since we know each other but it feels like two years, honestly. We get along so well. I'm glad to have a friend like Harry.

"Earth to Nigella!" He snaps his fingers in front of my face. "What happened to Roman's father?"

"The real one is alive and the fake one is dead" I say.

"What does that mean?" He frowns.

"You'll find out soon" I smirk. "You'll just have to keep watching"

"Seems like it" He nods and puts his arms behind me. I quickly look back at the telly screen and press the 'start' button.

"Did you actually dress up as a grave robber?" Peter aska and chuckles.

"No, I dressed up like you" Roman fires back.

"So they're trying to find out the killer?" Harry scoots closer to me.

"Yeah" I nod. I lean my head against the couch but it seems much more softer than a couch. I look to see it's Harry's arm that was behind me the whole time. I lift my head quickly. My cheeks flush from embarrassment.

"It's alright love, you can keep you head on my shoulder" Damnit, Harold. I give him a small smile and lean my head on to his shoulder. He wastes no time to wrap his arm around my waste and pull me closer.

"Much better" He whispers.

A young Peter at his grandfather Nikolai’s funeral, chopping off Nikolai’s head because

“Bad things happen if you don’t cut off the head.”

"Woah, graphic" Harry gasps. "Fucking hell"

"You scared?" I tease and look up at him.

"No" He states with a huff.

"Sure" I bite my lip. The episode we were watching ends making Harry more curious.

"This show is guilty pleasure" He admits. "It's crappy but I like it"

"Me too" I laugh and agree with him.

"So basically, Roman the man-whore and the rich boy of Hemlock is an upir that is a type of vampire and he doesn't know it. His mother has been alive for centuries and she's an upir too. She's also having sex with her late husband's brother. Fucked up. Letha is pregnant by an "angel". Peter is....I honestly don't know what Peter is doing" He summarises what he's seen so far. "This show is confusing"

"And so are you. I think we should stop watching now and order something for lunch because I'm starving" I suggest.

"Alright, what do you want?"

"Nandos!"

"Aw, I was thinking about kale salad"

"That sounds deee-" He smiles thinking I'll say 'delicious'. "ee-isgusting" His smile drops.

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my hair.

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I accidentally spill peri-peri sauce on Harry's kitchen counter.

"Make no mistake. What you track into this house, you will scrub from the floor" Harry delivers Olivia's dialogue from Hemlock Grove.

"Have you ever made a threat so cryptic you yourself don’t understand it?" I say Roman's lines. We both stare at each other before we burst out laughing. "You've developed an addiction"

"I guess so" He shrugs. "Oh and Nigella?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind me to watch the drag race thing you mentioned" He says.

"Okay, Harry. I will. I'm not a good influence on you" I giggle.

"You got me addicted, babe"