Arianna's P.O.V
I sat up like a bolt. my heart was racing. sweat covered my filthy body. My breathing was rough and jagged. I must've had a nightmare.
All I remember from last night was throwing up and then passing out. I tried to move my hand but felt something warm pull it back. I turned my head to see what it was and saw a shirtless Harry with a bloody stomach. I then panicked and tried to wake him up.
"Harry! Harry!" I whisper-Shouted at him. He moved slightly but stayed asleep. I swung our entwined hands back and forth rappidly trying to budge him. He still stayed asleep. I got my hand ready near his face to slap him when his eyelids shot open. Harry dropped my hand, leaving it cold and yearning for his warm skin to touch mine. I know I shouldn't think of him like that but I couldn't help myself and after what he said last night, I don't think it's going to be any easier to stop thinking about him in that way.
"How did you get out?" I asked confused as He stood up slowly, Using the pillar behind him for balance. "I smashed the glass with the laptop and pulled myself up by using the chair." He spoke so casually and held a hand out for me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet.
I was standing closer to him than I really should be but neither of us moved. We just stared intently into each others eyes. I slowly trapsed my gaze down to his chest and then to his stomach. I ran a finger, ghostily over his cut making him hiss in pain. I pulled my hand back quickly and gave him an apollogetic look. He flashed me a half-hearted smile.
"You linking your arm with me?" He asked and held his arm out for me, I wrapped my arm around his and he pulled me closer to him. "Which way do we go?" I asked, Looking up at him. "Erm..." He looked around the dimly lit room. He dropped our arms and stood there, a gauntless expression placed upon his pale face. "Harry? What is it?" I asked and grabbed his arm, shaking it lightly. "I know where we are" He said with a hushed tone.
"WHAT?! Where are we?! Maybe we can find a way out!" I started to get excited thinking that today was the day we could escape.
"Remember last year, and that metal patient killed everyone in the phyciatric hospital?" He looked at me with fear in his shimmering emerald eyes. "Yeah..." I said slowly. "Well, they never found the patient and this is the hospital" Harry said equally slowly. I suddenly felt ten times as scared. "You think..."I started and gripped Harrys arm tighter. "I don't know... Let's just hope that it isn't and focus on finding a way out of here" I nodded in agreement and put all my weight onto Harry's arm as we walked slowly towards one of two double white doors.
Harry pushed the door open with his free hand and slowly guided me through it. We stopped and looked around for a second. "I guess this is where most of the murders happened" Harry joked as I buried my head in the crook of his neck, His large muscular arm wrapping around my waist protectively. I couldn't look at the room, it turned my stomach. There was blood splattered on the walls and the ceiling, a few bloody bones were scattered effortlessley across the floor and the smell of rotting flesh flodded my nostrils.
"Harry, get me out of here, I can't... It makes me feel sick" I moaned into his neck. "Okay, keep tight hold and I'll tell you when we're out" He rubbed my back soothingly as we started to walk. I limped blindly, Harry being my eyes and leading me to saftey.
"Okay we're out" He whispered into my ear sending a shiver down my spine as his warm breath hit my skin. I pulled away and re-opened my eyes. We were in some sort of living room. There was an old fashioned sofa at one end, a small black tellevision opposite and a few other homely items of furniture. There was one aspect of the room that was making me feel slightly uncomfartable though. The long dark trail of blood leading from the previous room, right through this room and carrying on towards the doors on the other side.
"Let's carry on?" Harry suggested and pulled me past the sofa and a shattered glass coffee table. He opened the third set of doors in silence and carried on leading me through the haunting building.
I gulped down the lump in my throat and opened my dry cracked lips to talk. "Harry?" I asked quietly. "MmmHmm" He hummed, not once losing focus on trying to get us both out. "Did you mean what you said... You know, the other day?" I asked, wondering whether I was crossing a line. Harry stopped dead in his tracks, a pained look on his perfect face.
He stood like that for a good few minutes making the situation a little awkward. "Harry?" I asked and waved my hand in front of his face. "Yeah?" He looked me in the eye. "Did you?" I raised my eyebrow. "Well... As a friend... Obviously! How could... I love my friend's girlfriend" He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I don't even know why I would think you loved me! Such a stupid idea!" I laughed. Harry looked at his feet and coughed awkwardly.
"Let's get out of this place" He suddenly sounded really annoyed. I felt really guilty as though I had done something wrong. Did he really love me and didn't want to admit it? or was he telling the truth and he only loves me as a friend? I don't really know how I feel about him at the moment, I mean I definitely didn't hate him anymore, but love? Love is a small word with a huge meaning and I don't think that's the way to describe mine and his relationship. But I can't deny that there are some feelings present for him, I just need to decipher them first.
