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"Nat, wake up." I hear a deep voice say. What, when, where and how? I open my eyes slowly. His green eyes just inches apart from mine. I incorporate myself quickly on the couch, wait couch? Where am I?

"Where are the three-"

"They ran away." Oh.

"Are you okay?" I say as I cover my face with my hands, I'm such an idiot. Tears start to make their way down my face. I hate to cry, I hate myself.

"Hey hey, come here." He embraces me in hug, and I'm surprised when I don't move, nor flinch. What's happening with Nat? I snuggle my head in his neck as he whispers things in my ear... "It's okay. Don't worry."

"It's not okay!" I push away and I realise that he has seen me cry tow damn times now. This is humiliating for me.

"Why?" He stares at me puzzled.

"You've seen me cry, not once but twice!" I respond while covering my face with my hands.

"It's normal..." No, it's not.

"Not for me... I don't cry, okay? This is stupid... I need to go..." I try to stand up on my feet but he stops me by grabbing my arm and pushing me down to the couch.

"You aren't going anywhere."

"Why? Probably I'm boring the shit out of you... Just... forget me okay?"

"What's up with you? You aren't boring me! Can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

"No I can't... You will go and tell it to Anthony and I think you've seen enough to ruin my fucked up life." I stand on my feet and reach for the door knob. It's closed. "Could you open the damn door?"

"No, I'm not opening you the door." What?

"You're kidding, right?"

"Not at all." What the fucking fuck?

"Open the damn door, now!" I yell. I can't stand him.

"I'm preparing myself some cereals, do you want anything?"

"Open the fucking door, now."

"I'll say that's a no." I sit on the couch and try to relax myself. I take my shoes off and hug my legs. I feel safer doing it, why? Don't have a fucking clue. I hide my face in between my knees and suddenly I feel the coach move. I lift my head up and there he is, staring at me.

"You sure you're okay?" I don't know. "Do you want to try this, it is really good..." He says, mouth full of cereal. A small smile leaves my lips and I turn away, too late, he has seen it. "Hey! you've just smiled!"

"You never saw that but, yeah let my try the cereals." I flush. He passes me the tray and I take a spoon full of milk and cereals. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to make myself some cereals, because I know you've liked them." He responds with a smirk on his face. Ugh.

After I finish my cereals, I curl up in the sofa and look out of the window. It's snowing. I love it. I love winter.

"Harry..."

"Yeah?"

"Why do you care about me?" I murmur.

"I don't know but no one can know that you've spent the night here."

"Okay... I'm going to go now. I need to get some clothes." I stand up from the sofa and he opens the door for me. I put my hood on and then I realise that he is following me. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I'm not letting you go alone to that house. I mean, that bitch nearly killed you!"

"That 'bitch' is my mom." I whisper and turn around.