I'll Be Here✖HS

➳thirteen

Holly's POV

Three hours have lapsed from the time when we last departed from the house, I should be feeling unwind and at ease, and secure that I'm with Harry, but I'm not, at first I was but when we reached the city all I felt was everyone's greedy eyes glaring intensely into my soul. And strangely I keep seeing a dim, outlined shadow of someone each minute as I try to discount it.

"Harry?" I soundlessly utter against his ear whilst we keep on foot down the busy streets of New York.

"Hm?" Harry hummed in response without taking his eyes off the street.

 "Can we go to a cafe?" I evoke urgently that my voice started to tremble in apprehension.

He paused and took a glimpse of me. "Is everything okay?" He asked, creasing his eyebrows together in complete inquisitiveness.

I was about to reply until I scan passed his shoulders and to see the dark shadow over again, concealed between two buildings while it gazes from left to right as if he hasn't saw me yet.

At the thought of that I instantly grasp hold of Harry's wrist and didn't falter to haul him through the eventful crowd, evading and apologizing to people who we'll unintentionally crash into.

Just contemplating about an outsider peculiarly stalking me gives me the abrupt creeps, not to be conceited or anything but whenever I and Harry stopped over at some random store I would see the shadow's reflection, just stood there waiting, lacking of making any action.

I didn't think twice to pull Harry's body persuasively in the interior of a small cafe.

"Holly what's wrong?" Harry asked twice the confusion in his tone.

"I'll tell you after we find a seat" I mumble quietly.

I was about to look for a free table but Harry's harsh jerk on my hand held me back, forcing my body to clang back onto his.

"Tell me" He whispered quietly on my ear, causing a rosy blush to develop onto my snowy, dull cheeks and my stomach to churn anxiously.

"Later" I response, now staring up to his eyes that was occupied with distress "Please" I look downhill to my grubby shoes, waiting for a reply but instead he gave a warm peck the top of my head causing the deep blush on my face to redden irrepressibly.

"Fine, go find a seat, I'll order for us, okay?" He showed me a frail smile as I nod slowly.

I pretended to snub some of the people's eyes that were covertly glancing at me up and down, which for me is weird for the reason that I could care less about what people think of me, whatever their judgments were I would neglect it in the past but ever since what happened to Alison 6 months ago, I became doubtful and all I would ever feel when I'm out unaided is as if everyone is out to get me, and even I don't know what's transpiring within me.

"F.uck, what the hell?" I unsurprisingly cringe when my right shoulder collided onto someone, causing my thoughts to a halt.