Broken

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Bonnies POV
Seven

Iv'e been staying with Harry for a couples of days now, I'm still adjusting to my new situation, given i have no choice other wise. We honestly have been trying our best to get to know each other. Like at breakfast this morning.

"Hey can i ask you something?" curiosity getting the best of me.

"You just did." he says with a smirk.

"Don't be a dick." i say grinning at him.

"Sure you can ask me anything, I'm and open book."

" Okay. I was kind of wondering about this whole Tim and you being brothers situation. I mean i know it's your business but all i want to know if why is it that he never mentioned you."

He doesn't answer for a second.

"Well because we never really got along as kids and he started to change as we got older, he became a completely different person. One day something bad happened and i had to dis own him and him me. And it completely is your business." he finishes.

I finish my cereal and we move our conversation to the couch. We talk for hours getting as much back story on each other as we can. We talk about child hood, the good times and the bad. We talk about our favorite movies, he says that he absolutely can get enough of 21 jump street and i say the same. I show him my song play-list, and he really seems to enjoy the indie side of it. He makes me listen to his and can't say i favor the metal music he listens to. After that we talk about books and shows and every thing we can think of. I think some where between celebrity crushes and chick flicks i started to see him differently. He wasn't just some stranger any more. I kind of known Harry now and his kind soul.

Living with someone can be enlightening, you start to notice things when you live in the same apartment with someone. Like the way he hums to him self when he's concentration on something or the way he runs his fingers through his hair when he's a Little frustrated which doesn't happen often. Usually he has a calming Ora that is really refreshing.

For the most part i just stay in and read, or if I'm bored enough i usually try to clean but Harry insist that i don't. I do it anyway. Sometimes i do it just to get a rise out of him, but he catches on and acts like it doesn't bother him, but i can see right through his facade.

The though of me not being able to leave the apartment and live a normal life nags at me. I have to talk to Harry, because i was going to go insane if i have to say in here another day.

I get of from where I'm seated on the cough and set my book down of the coffee table, Harry was in his room taking a nap, so i woke him.

"Harry." i whisper as i shake him a wake.

"What is it?" he ask in a low raspy voice thick with sleep. " I need to talk to you." i walk over to the other side of the as he rolls over to face that side, eyes still closed.

I stand waiting in front of him

"Harry." this time his eyes open and the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin. " Well its nice to wake up to this." he says stretching his arms. I stand in awe for a moment forgetting what i come over to say to him. Yes he say snapping me out of my trances and i shake my head softly trying to recompose my self.

" err i wanted to talk to you about my living situation... more like i cant live in this situation." i say casting my eyes down not making eye contact with him. He takes my hand and holds them in his slowly creasing the back side of my hand and my eyes search for his. There's a serge of electricity that transfers between us, that neither him or i can deny.

"Bonnie, i know every thing is messed up right now and that your living with a complete stranger," he pauses " but i want you to know I'm a working very hard on getting us out of here, your not alone in this," he says never breaking eye contact.

i cant help but cling on to every word he says, my subconscious scolding me but i ignore her pushing her down. I know deep down i feel something for him, im still unsure of what it is, but on the other had i need to up hold a bit of dignity for my self, i cant just live with random men. So my thoughts slowly begin to shift towards my rational side of my self.

" Listen I'm not familiarly with any of, I've been through hell and back and i simply cannot stand another second here, with my thoughts." he listens attentively. "I know that you think your saving me from him, but I only feel trapped again." he's taken back from my words. Surprisingly I am too, the words word foreign, I had no idea that was going to say them until the moment they came of mouth. He took a second to answer me back, hopefully choosing his words wisely. "I'm sorry you feel that way." he breaths. " but see that's the thing I dint want pity, I just want a normal life, one that doesn't involved running from the mob and being terrorized by Tim." I rant. I most of all wanted him, but I'd never admit it.
"I hear you and I know just what to do."