Electric Dreams

Part 7

Eliana's POV

It was a funny coincidence that as Harry took a seat beside me, the little sun that remained in the sky now hid behind a cloud and the atmosphere became a little more moody.

"It's funny that I found you here."

His raspy voice rang in my ears and suddenly I was finding it hard to breath and every inch of me ached from his painful presence. But even the way he stood, his tired eyes and messy hair, I was so intrigued. And all I wanted to do was touch him, to feel his hot skin and lace my hands through his hair.

"Yes, how funny." I let out a nervous laugh and picked at my noodles.

"Eliana," Harry's voice was low but the way he said my name made goosebumps raise on my skin. I hated that he had this effect on me. I was supposed to be mad at him.

"Harry" I say his name back, still keeping my eyes on my now half cold food.

"I know I'm an arrogant prick, but I fucking hate this bullshit and you know by now that I will fight until my last breath to be with you." His eyes glossed over and it pained me so much to see him like this. I hurt him, of course it was my fault. But he also scared me. He was strong and powerful. He evidently put this side of him on show so people would fear him. He was troublesome and people would criticise his misbehaviour but no one knew him quite like I did.

"Harry.." I whimpered, and now it was my eyes clouding up and I could barely see anything. His hand was quickly on my cheek, his thumb gently wiping a tear. My heart raced at his soft touch and my eyes diverted to his lips. God I could kiss him right now.

"Come home, we can talk it all out." he said softly but almost demanding.

My mind raced and I knew deep down I shouldn't jump straight back into his arms. But I was so lonely without him. His arms felt like home to me. They had the kind of heart warming grip around me and I could drown in his eyes.

I nodded before I changed my mind and a small smile crept up upon his handsome face.

"Lets go home Angel."

I completely adored when he called me that. I left my food on the tray and we stood, and he was quickly by my side, intertwining our fingers and the warmth of his hand was very contrasting to my cold ones, but my trembling ceased as he rubbed his thumb in soft circles on my hand.

Having reached the bike stand, I gave Harry my spare helmet.

"You're so hot in all black, and those.." Harry motioned to my black jeans, his eyes roaming all over them.
"Shows your ass off." He smirked.

"Harry!" I swatted his arm and he chuckled.

"I'm just stating facts my love." I rolled my eyes him, getting on and placing my helmet over my head, Harry doing the same.

We'd reached his house, which he was very lucky to have been given to by his grandparents who died a year ago. His mum was a business woman and his costs were pretty much covered. She loved Harry more than anything but no matter what I could not convince him to go and visit her. I don't know why he was so shut off from his family. It was obvious they really cared for him and my god if only my parents could be like that. I don't even know where my mum is. I have been alone since I was 18 and the occasional cards for my birthday or Christmas have not come and I have received nothing all year. I, of course, having respect for my family no matter what, have been writing to them every year here and there in hope that one day they'll realise that they miss their daughter.

It didn't upset me as much anymore. Luke and his family were also mine. If I needed a motherly figure, or a brother or even a dad that was my place to be. And I was so thankful.

Luke would always spoil me, and by that I don't mean spend loads of money on me, but he invited me to every little gathering, BBQ's, family outings or whatever to prove I was just as much a family member. And of course then having lived with them for 5 months, people assumed we were siblings. They knew me better than anyone, but Luke especially. He knows all my insecurities and knows that I'm touchy as hell but he has stayed my best friend for 20 years.

And now he's supposedly in love with me...

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Taking a step through the front door, I noticed how everything was a mess. There was jackets and shoes lying in the middle of the corridor, the vase that got knocked down last time I was here, still lay in the same place on the floor.

"Where's Gemma?" I asked eagerly. She would never stand for this mess.

"She um..she left." Harrys eyes diverted to his feet and he wouldn't look at me.

"Harry.." I stepped closer to him.

"Tell me"

He glared at me, but I stood my ground, folding my arms across my chest and waited patiently for a response. He furrowed his eyebrows at me before groaning and running a hand through his hair.

"She was being a bitch.." He paused before continuing.

"She was lucky I let her stay under my roof. But she took one step too far!" He had raised his voice a little and I could tell his anger was beginning to heighten.

"What did she do baby?" I was directly in front of him now, my hands running gently down his arms.
I felt him relax under my touch and soon his forehead was pressed against mine.

"She took my money..that mum left me for Uni..and threw a fucking party, nearly wrecking my house."

I looked up at him taking a step back. My eyes scanned the contents on the floor again, noticing red cups and shot glasses swept under a small table.

"You were planning to go to Uni?" I questioned. I almost wanted to laugh. The thought of Harry, continuing education when he barely made it through his school career just seemed absurd to me.

"I um.. it's just they say that moving, doing something different, it err.. it helps you find yourself" he played with my fingers gently, making eye contact every now and then.

"Harry.."

"It's stupid I'm not going, not now. I won't leave you." his head was buried in my neck and his hands snaked around my hips pulling me so close and the warmth of his body and his close presence warmed me, not just on the outside but every corner of my aching heart.