"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
I've never seen Harry move so fast. I'm having a hard time keeping up with him as we hurry down the downtown scene. I have a low stamina and never enjoyed running or jogging. My lungs feel tight and my sides start to pinch, making me want to hurl over and crawl into a ball.
"C-can y-you....please..just wait," I huff out to him, unable to catch hold of my breath.
Harry turns and looks at me, the light from the Italian restaurant next to us brightening his face. Ever since the pictures fully developed and Harry was able to see exactly who the mysterious shooter was, he's been in a rush, saying he needs to hurry and get to the club to show the other guys. I'm not sure why I'm tagging along, but when I locked the shop's door Harry pulled my arm and started dashing down the sidewalk, motioning for me to hurry up and follow.
"I'm not even running, just a slight power walk," he says calmly, not looking out of breath at all. He stands about ten feet away, arms extended out with palms pointed upwards, looking like he's confused as to why I'm holding him up.
I lean over and press my hands on my knees, looking down at my unlaced shoe. Harry huffs under his breath before strolling over towards me. He stares down at me as I adjust my purse over my shoulder, feeling like I'm about to fall apart any minute. Harry hesitantly bends down in front of me, looking up at me through my wavy blonde hair.
"Here," Harry pats his lap and motions for my untied shoe.
I furrow my eyebrows slightly at the gesture and then slowly lift my foot, placing my black and white sneaker on his knee. Harry pulls the white laces and tightens them before tying them into bunny ears. I can't help but feel a little baffled at the gesture, but I keep my mouth shut. He could be strangling me with the shoe lace instead. I need to learn to pick my battles.
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"Thanks," I say feeling some of the air make its way back into my lungs.
Harry nods and hurries and stands up before tucking a piece of uncontrolled hair behind his ear. He looks a tad bit embarrassed, looking as if he surprised he even did such a thing.
"Well now that your shoe is tied and you've had time to catch you breath, try and keep up would ya, Carrot Cake?" his whole demeanor changes, his voice becoming deep and serious. Crazy how fast his whole mood can change in just seconds.
Harry abruptly turns on his heel and continues rushing down the sidewalk, heading in the direction of the club. I sigh at the mention of the nickname, making a mental note to wear something other than orange around him. I fix my coat around me before following him, dodging the people who are casually strolling along the sidewalk.
I've never looked so relieved to finally get to the club. When I'm finally met with the brick exterior and the flashing red sign on the building, I sigh in relief. Harry of course beat me to the club. He stands holding open the big door for me to come in, wearing an unamused expression as if he's been standing there forever. I make my way through the door, letting him close it behind us.
