Loneliness H.S

Chapter Thirteen

Harry's point of view

I stare intensely at the boxing bag before me, trying to focus my thoughts on it, but that is clearly not working. I ran straight in here after talking to Mina. I put on a pair of black shorts and took off my shirt knowing I am going to get sweaty. I put my hair up not wanting it to get in my face. The boxing gloves feel heavy on my hands, all my stress and frustration lying in them waiting for me to hit the bag and release it. I raise my fist and start aiming at the back, but Mina pops up in my mind again. Why can't she just listen to me? She is so god damn stubborn, but still the last six nights it has been taking all the power in my body not to wrap my hands around her and pull her close, holding her until she falls asleep. She has been getting on my nerves these last few days, and I'm afraid that if she takes it too far I will lose control. I don't want to hurt her, she doesn't deserve that. Not after she even defended me while not even knowing if I was real. She believes there is something good in everyone, but sometimes that's not the case.

An image of Scarlett flashes before my eyes. Before I know it my fist makes contact with the bag, but I pull back. Scarlett, Mina is so different from her, her looks and personality. Scarlett had blond hair, blue eyes, tall. She was always mean to everyone except me, no actually she was mean towards me sometimes but it was different. She was was so bossy, and I just know that Mina would never do what she did to me. There is nothing about Mina that reminds me of her, she has brown light hair, amber eyes, and short, not really that short, but compared to me she is. Mina is kind to everyone, even after almost getting killed by Alexandra she still had it in her to forgive her. She is far from bossy, but she is stubborn especially when it comes to me. However when Louis tells her to do something she gladly does it.

The memories of what Scarlett did start swirling around in my head, making anger and sadness all at once radiate off of me. I start to hit the bag furiously trying to stop the memories from surfacing, but they just won't stop coming.

Flashback

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The beautiful view from my usual chair is something I can get used. Her hips swaying from side to side in tack with the melody floating of my guitar. She spins around, her wavy blonde hair floats in the air as she does so. She looks at me with ice blue eyes, and a devious smile knowing exactly what kind of effect she has on me. My t-shirt it far too big for her tall thing figure and only reach down to her upper thigh, but she still looks perfect as always. The light coming through the window reflects on the diamond ring on her finger. I can't believe that this woman will soon be my wife. I love her so much. Scarlett Styles has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

I have never doubted my decision to marry her, or well that's not completely true, I did once. After she told me that she is a vampire, with a desire to drink blood I got scared. However I love her more than anything so I got over it, but it is hard when my dad is dead set on finding every single one and killing them. She told me all the benefits of being a vampire because she wants to turn me into one as well. As she told me about the good part she didn't need to say more after she told me that we live forever. To live forever with her would be a wonderful thing. I couldn't be happier so I did agree to let her turn me. She is going to do it any second now, but she wants me to be sure of my decision. She couldn't just do it if she wanted to, because for her to turn me I have to really love her. If she loves me back doesn't really matter, but it won't work unless I am in love with her. She can also only change one person, and she chooses me. All I have to do is drink her blood, and then after a half hour, I turn into a vampire.

She starts to move towards me, sitting down on my lap, straddling my waist. Her eyes meet mine, and a smile forms on both of our faces. "Are you ready?" She asks making sure I don't have any doubts.