subject 13 // h.s. au

chapter twenty-nine.

Harry's POV:

---*two years ago*---

I rested on my bed staring up at the ceiling, her fingertips tracing light circles against my chest.

"Do you love me, Harry?"

Her voice was soft, but there was no hesitation in her words.

"We've talked about this," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, irritation flashing through me.

I felt nothing for her, but it seemed that the more I reminded her, the more she clung to me.

"Maybe one day you'll say yes," she shrugged, her fingertips pausing in the center of my chest.

"Just stop talking," I groaned, brushing her hand off, as I sat up in the bed.

"You always do this," she whined, the shrill of her voice beginning to make my head throb.

"Can you leave," I snapped, before immediately feeling guilty at the harshness of my voice, "please?"

She huffed, standing up to gather her clothes that were piled on the floor next to the bed.

"You don't have to be such a dick, Harry," she mumbled, "I could tell Asher whenever I want about this," she added quietly, but there wasn't even a hint of conviction in her voice.

"You wouldn't," I stated calmly, already flopping back on the bed as she tugged her shirt on.

I was sick of her empty threats.

"He's my brother, before he's your friend, remember that," she shot back, flashing me an angry look.

"Whatever," I mumbled.

Sneaking behind Asher's back to fuck his sister was really not worth my time anymore. She was hot, but, god, was she annoying.

"You'll see Harry, one day you're going to regret how you treat me."

---*end of flashback*---

A gust of wind whooshed past, and even though the airtight suit protected me, I felt a chill deep in my bones.

She had been right, of course, I did regret it.

The boys' heavy boots clomped behind me and I shook the painful memory from my mind, but it wasn't long before it was replaced with another thought.

What if Asher had told her what happened?

My jaw ached, and as I ran my tongue over my lips, I wasn't surprised to taste the cool metallic of blood.

I frowned.

That wasn't my only bad habit, and while I should've been preoccupied with coming up with a plan to get Em back, all I could think about was what would happen after.

I couldn't deny how I felt about her. It was pretty fucking obvious.

But, at the end of the day, we didn't really know each other. I had been blessed with absolute chaos over the past year, the matter of life and death and secret government experiments had allowed me to avoid talking about myself.

Or what I had done to Asher.

If we made it out alive, and could finally breath for more than two seconds without some looming nightmare threatening to kill us, I would have to be open with her.