As I awake I become more and more aware of the pancake smell wafting from down stairs and into the room.
I put some socks on and brush my hair then I head downstairs. I enter the kitchen and see Harry at the stove with no shirt on.
As he moved around I caught a glimpse of his back muscles. He turns around sensing my presence " good morning. I thought I would make breakfast I hope you don't mind." He rambles " morning. I don't mind at all." I reply in a hushed tone.
He takes a deep breath and says, " can I teach you self defense I mean you know just in case." " I-I don't K-know umm." I stutter
" c'mon you can't expect to stay here forever with a big enough herd they could tear through that gate even if it's electric." He says quite matter of factly. " It would collapse in a matter of minutes and then we'd have to survive out there with no walls and no warmth to protect you and, and there is surely more than one man whose willing to rap and kill out there" he continues."W-Well then i'll die here. I've got nothing to live for anyways. This house is all I h-have left of my parents o-other wise i-i would
h-have left a l-long time ago." I semi stutter through the whole scentence and I noticbly scowl at how small I sound. I hate that I can't quit stuttering.Harry's P.O.V
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__________________________________As soon as those words escape her mouth I frown and my heart aches for her no one should feel that way. You think I haven't noticed the way her eyes don't light up anymore, they are so dull it's scary.
I'm not entirely sure she remembers me yet again I graduated before. I'm a year older than her. I distinctly remember watching her walk down the hallway and getting pushed and rammed into things. The teachers watched and she just took. I never stopped it and I hated myself for that because I could have stopped it I could have helped her but no I had to be an idiot and keep my mouth shut.
She doesn't understand how beautiful she is either she is gorgeous. Those girls that were so cruel to her had nothing on her. I remember when ari's eyes were the most beautiful Crystal blue. I miss that Color of her eyes and I'm going to make it my mission to return them to there Crystal state. Her long golden hair fell in slight waves a little but past the swell of her breasts which where big but I scold myself for being like that and look away from them.
She also had the most full soft looking lips I have ever seen. There a shade of red all on there own. She was tormented day after day. The universe was so cruel to her but yet again she was blessed with a huge ass house and was able to live comfortably in money when she got older no doubt mommy and daddy where going to pay for everything and give her anything she wanted. Of course she would probably never take that for granted she doesn't seem like the type.
He sleeve rises up a bit when she goes over to the cuboard to grab a glass and I see the lines up and down the flesh of her wrist. Right then and there I want to kiss them like it's an ache in my lips. I need to kiss them. Of course they wouldn't go away but maybe they would feel better maybe I could make it go away. Psshhh yeah right something in my mind said like you could kiss away years and years of dreadful torment and suffering caused upon that poor girl. You would wreck her it's best if you keep your distance.
I have to many dark secrets anyways so I side with that part of my brain rather than the side that says kiss it all away. I can't I can never fox her because in order to do that I would also break her and myself and it's better for both of us if I don't indulge in any acts of romantics with her.
I can't get to close but I'm also not gonna go away. I'm afraid if I do she'll really kill herself and I wouldn't be able to handle being without her or alone again. I decide it's just because I don't want to be alone it's not because of her. I repeat this over and over in my mind again like a constant prayer in hopes it'll come true.
Ari's P.O.V.
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_______________________We set are plates down on the table and I can see that Harry is deeply troubled and I want to ask why but then again I don't want to burden him with questions after the heated argument we had and how after my outburst about dying he's had the same crease in between his eyebrows and I just want to smooth it down with my thumb but, I know I can't do that. So I keep my mouth shut and eat my pancakes.
I can't even imagine what it's like for people out on the streets right now. I feel bad because while I'm in the comforts of my own home with electricity warmth a bed and clean clothes someone is out there fighting everyday just to get a sip of water. I'm definitely grateful but I want to help in some way. There are enough to rooms throughout this entire house if you could call it that to house more than 20 people. Plus the basement and we have plenty of food and water.
I wonder how Harry would feel about housing guests that come by who need somewhere to stay and relax.
As I go to open my mouth gate buzzes and we both quickly get up and rush to the window. Outside is a couple of people there are two blonde girls who look oddly familiar. A boy with peircing blue eyes and and older man who looks like he could be the boys father.
I grab the key and rush outside they see me running out. I open the gate after I've unlocked it and let them in. Harry is right behind me with a protective arm around my waist.
I let them in and close the gate door quickly. The group scans the area and the man in the uniform starts to introduce himself. " Hello I'm Andy. This is my son Camden and these two girls are Lindsey and Dylan." Andy says sweetly
" I suppose you all are exhausted and hungry." I ask sheepishly Andy nods and smiles. I look over at Camden and see he is already staring at me and Harry's arm tightenes around me and I enternally roll my eyes.
"Aye so you guys can stay here as long as you'd like I'll show you around get you some fresh clothes and get you settled and fed." The all hummed in agreement. I noticed the two blonde were among the group that beat me up every day in the bathroom. I think they noticed that I noticed who they were and they looked at each other and smirked. I think Harry noticed as well because he stopped checking them out which irritatingly makes my tummy swirl in something I can only recognize as jealousy. But how would he know he never went to school with me. Or maybe he did he was probably older than me therefore I never would have really noticed him.
I brought them inside and I showed everyone to a bathroom got them close set up rooms and Harry cooked a meal. I appreciate all of Harry's help I truly did need him.
Everyone got dressed came down stairs and thanked me and my partner in crime. At around nine thirty everyone was exhausted so we all went up stairs to hit the hay. Everyone said good night and I hugged Harry and breathed him in. Thanked him for all his help and told him I couldn't have done it without him. He replied with a short your welcome in his thick British accent. With that he kisses my forhead which sends my stomach into a fit of butterflies. With that I pad down the hall to my room that was right next to his.
I jumped In bed and pulled the covers up over me completely and welcomed a dream filled sleep. As I whispered softly goodnight to Harry once more even though he could not hear me.
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Sorry I've been gone that if you even like my story. I'm sorry if it seems stupid at first cause she's all protected but it's still early and things change. Tell me what you think so far. Constructive criticism is always welcome even just criticism lay on me I can take it. I promise I'm going somewhere with this story just give me a minute to let it all unfold. Yet again I'm sorry for the way I've been busy with friends these past couple of weeks. So bear with me
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FanfictionAgony ag·o·ny Definition ------------------------- -------------------------------- noun extreme physical or mental suffering. In this case For Ari which is short for aries yes the Zodiac sign. it's both physical and mental suffering. When the zom...