The Host Guy

28th Chapter

The paint of the house was peeling off in every spot. The garden was overgrown with sicky flowers creeping over the path and the windows were a mixed color of grey and black covered with a thick layer of dust. Even though this house seemed too dark and creepy, it was so sad at the same time, it felt like if she was begging to be lived in once again.

Harry headed to the front door where a old 'welcome' sign was hanging, he slowly opened the wooden door and our footsteps invaded the silence that hung around the house. Some rays of light were shining trough the shattered glass windows but it was still difficult to see.

We walked into the hallway. It was really gloomy with various portraits in gold frames hanging high in the walls. There was a little glass table with a brown vase and dead flowers in it. It was a dissipated house, of course.

"Harry," I said, my voice interrupting the silence between us.

"Yeah? What's up, babe?" His raspy voice echoed in the hallway.

"Why are we here?" I asked, approaching him more when I heard some noises that seemed to come from upstairs. "Is this your old house?"

"Yes, Em... I used to live here when I was little. It's so awkward to be here now, where no one's here to beat me up and m-"

"Shh, Harry. Don't think about it!" I exclaimed, leaning in his shoulder and embracing him in a tight hug.

"Let's go upstairs."

"Upstairs?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna take you to my shelter," he paused, biting his lip. "Probably it looks too old and dirty now but I want to show you."

"Of course, take me there."

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Harry pushed some stairs with creaks and groans being heard, we went up and I felt a cold rush of air wash over me. I sneezed right when I climbed it up, wind was beating down on the old window. Even though Harry and I were the only living souls in here, I felt eyes looking at me in every corner of the place.

Some old draws were all over the room among with pencils and some products, a table and a chair. On the wall you could find some draws as well, and 'Harry <3 Attic" was written in it too.

"I used to hide and lock myself here, but just when I got home and my parents weren't."

"Oh, and why did you bring me here? Isn't this your secret place?"

"It was but I wanted to let you know where it used to be."

"I'm glad you did though," I laughed a little to break the sadness that was running trough this house. "Because now I can see your Art."

"It's not Art, it's bull. Just look at this, I couldn't even draw a body," He said, blurting some couple of laughs at his old childish draws.

"What's this?" I questioned when I found a notebook, with 'Happily ever after' tittle.

"Oh," he paused, looking down at his feet. "I wrote a story in that notebook, and it was about a boy that lived happily ever after but I never finished it."

"And how does it begin?"

"About a guy being adopted, and finally being loved." He said with a laugh.

"Mhm, I think it kinda looks at how you live now." I said while kissing him.

"Yeah, it is and I'm so happy. I'll finish the story one day though."

"So, I guess you'll take the notebook home."

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