The Mentally Brave

Chapter 4

"What?" Fear takes over me watching his eyes turn black, his height stretching over me.

"I saw you last night, you opened the door with just a look" He was trying hard to keep his voice even.

"Harry, listen to what you're saying... that's crazy" I say. I look into his eyes trying my best to sound truthful. Without being able to hear his thoughts I can't know if he believes me or what he'd seen last night.

"No! Yes! I know it's crazy... three years I walk around thinking I'm mad! No way this little 16 year old can pick up a car and pull me out its crazy" he catches his curls between his hands pulling the woolly hat off.

"You weren't that heavy" I reach out to his arms to pull them away from his hair. Harry shifts away from me and sits down on the ground.

"I know what I've seen. I watched you the first time" He looks up at me.

"What do you think you've saw?" I ask him looking down at him in sympathy.

"The car, it lifted, just a little but enough for me to notice" He rubs his eyes.

"And then you crawling under and pulling me out. It lifted just enough for you to get me out, I saw it full back to place" He says.

"No, you've couldn't, you imagined it Harry, you were struck by pain" I am trying my best to convince him to let this go. That he imagined the whole thing. It's too dangerous for him to know about me.

"No!" He gets back up again. "You're lying!" He shouts at me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a step back from him.

"I scare you" He whispers. "I can see it in your eyes" He taks a step closer to me "I'm sorry, I don't want to frighten you, I just want the truth" A tear escapes the side of his eye.
I so want to reach out and catch it. Harry puts his hands on my shoulders looking into my eyes. His green eyes are sparkling bright, I feel as if I might drown in them. My head and knees go weak. I shake my head to make it stop. That makes Harry lean a way slightly, and with that the weakness I felt disappears. I star at him wide eyed. Can it be? Did he do that to me?

"What is it?" He asks me.

"N-Nothing" I stammer.

"Lizzie, please" He is back to begging me.

"Look Harry I wish I could help you but I can't, I know nothing" I say

"Everything was taken from me. My little sister, my soccer scholarship, two years of my life I couldn't walk, go meet up with the lads. What kept me going was the faith that I'll find you, and you will tell me what really happened that day" He is holding my hand a pained look on his face.
I am torn. I want to tell him all I know and try and end his suffering. But I know that him having that knowledge will just bring more hurt and confusion his way.

"I'm sorry" I say to him "I really am"

He sits back on the ground, his head in between his legs. I kneel down in front of him. He raises his head to me.

"Harry let it go" I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly pull him in for a hug. He rests his forehead on my shoulder as one hand of mine is around his neck and the other stroking his soft curls.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you" He shifts back a few moments later.

"its fine" I give him a small smile.

"No it's not" He shakes his head "No one should ever shout at you".

That comment makes me grin "You're a real stud Styles"

We get back up, and I look at the cabin "What is this place anyway?"

"My dad owned it, so it belongs to me now" He says simply. My phone rings just then. I look at the I.D to see who it is before answering.