† Apocalypse † |Harry Styles| [ENG]

† Chapter Five †

I wiped the dripping sweat off Harry's face using a soft washcloth soaked in warm water. The drops kept on appearing on his forehead and once I was done, I ripped a piece of bandage to take care of the very deep cut that furrowed his left cheek. His emerald green eyes were staring at my face, he didn't interrupt eye contact for one second, I felt more and more unconfortable and the silence that was echoing in the room wasn't helping at all.

«Harry...», I whispered uncertain on my next words, «Why did they get angry with you?»

«I told you», he firmely replied, «Werewolves are dickheads»

«Do you fight each other just for fun?»

«Did it look like I was having fun?», he gritted his teeth.

«No, no...of course not...but...I just wanted to know how did this feud start»

He sighed with an annoyed look in his eyes and he opened his mouth releasing the story of it all.

«Twelve years ago», he cleared his throat, «The Council didn't exist here, or at least, it didn't have a founding role like today», he continued, «At the time, there were a werewolf leader and a vampire leader. Mister Nathar, as well as your dear professor, was the pack leader, my father was the vampire's one. They were friends since they were kids, at some point though, Randel Nathar accused my father of murder...the murder of his daughter», he said clenching his hand in an angry fist, «So the whole herd of werewolves started to persecute him, they captured him and took him to court in front of the great leaders, those who today are the heads of the Council. My mother and Randel's wife attacked each other during the trial and this led to a drastic ending. The so called Guardians had to torture my father to have him confess. He didn't do it...so they thought that torturing the woman he loved would make it easier for him to spit it out», his eyes tried to escape from mine, they were looking at him intensly, knowing what he was about to say, «In front my father's desperate sight, they started to dash her with Marvora...he had to confess at that point, even if it was a lie, he would've done everything to save her, even confessing for a omicide he didn't commit...you know...he was strong enough to...look at her in the eyes right before she died and to tell her that he loved her more than everything else in his life...that he would've revenged her death. The worse thing was that while all of that disgusting shit was happening, they forced me to watch»

A shocked sigh came out of my mouth.

«What?», I lightly whispered.

«Yeah...I remember like it was yesterday, my mother laying lifeless on the ground completely burnt and my father on his knees kissing her for the last time...and that was the last time I saw the both of them. My father tried to kill Randel, but he ended up being exiliated, persecuted once again, and killed. Can you imagine how does it feel to watch your own mother die and to know only a few days after your father got killed?», he asked with such bitterness in his voice.

«I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve it», I softly said removing the bandage from his wounded cheek.

It probably was around three in the morning, I seriously needed to sleep but something was forcing me to stay here with Harry, I couldn't leave him alone. He needed someone, and even if he wouldn't admit it, having this kind of personal conversations would really help him.

«I don't think this place is safe anymore», he said all of a sudden.

«Why not? Those werewolves came here and they didn't even know I was here»

«Now they do», he squeezed his eyes, «Do you think they will shut their filthy mouths?!», he angrily replied.

«Maybe they won't...but I feel safe here. I'm almost sure nothing bad would happen»