Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 126

Part 126

"Don't go into the basement," I say, my eyes fixated on the TV screen. My body is currently lying under Harry's as we watch the movie in his room, his hands resting on mine.

"No, no, no," I say, the person movie walking into a death trap practically. As soon as she walks down the stairs, my eyes are covered and I hear a scream from the movie.

"Harry, let me see," I say, his hand masking my vision.

"You didn't want to see it. She just got bloody," he says, slowly taking his hand away. My hands grab his and Harry holds my body close to his. His fingers softly lace through mine and he kisses my cheek, feeling his muscular body press to mine.

"I was going to ask you something last night but I never got around to it," he says, my body rolling over and looking up at him. My hand grabs his chin and my forefinger plays with his bottom lip, his smile wide.

"What were you going to ask me before I took a hit for you?" I ask, my lips smiling up at him.

"I was going to ask you, beautiful, if you want..." he trails, reaching for something on the floor. He grabs a little box and holds it.

"This," he says, setting it on my chest. I smile and grab it, opening it up. A silver key sits in the box and I pull it out, Harry looking down at me as I observe the key.

"It's the key to this apartment," he says, my eyes moving to look into his. His soft eyes look into mine and I grip the key in my fist, his forehead leaning onto mine.

"Move in with me, baby. Please," he says, my other hand cupping his cheek.

"What about the dorm?" I ask, his head shaking.

"I'll take care of it," he smiles, my lips curving. I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, his lips kissing my cheek.

My eyes close and I suddenly feel this wave of nausea hit me. The air seems to get choked into my throat and Harry yells my name, my ears barely even hearing him. There is a constant ring in my ears and Harry lifts me up, running out of the house quickly.

His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy approaches, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close.

The wind stings my body as I stand at the edge of the woods, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would run. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear.

"You're mine," he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can't move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don't even have a name.

My body falls into a seat and I feel myself moving, my eyes hazily opening as Harry grabs my hand. The noise in my ears sounds like yelling, screaming; the pain pulsing through my head. I'm remembering when the doctors told me I wouldn't.