Flashes in Time
Chapter Fourteen
Harry hid behind the sofa, crossing his fingers that this was a good hiding spot. He and Mirabelle were in the middle of a game of Hide and Seek Tag. If Mirabelle found him, he had to chase her around the house until he tagged her. And Mirabelle was a fast runner.
“Why is your house so big?” he heard Mirabelle’s loud voice echoing through the walls. Harry snickered to himself and peeked out from behind the couch, making sure she wasn’t anywhere close.
“Harry, I give up.” he heard, a few minutes later. He shrugged and stood up. He walked out of the living room and found Mirabelle sitting in a chair in the kitchen.
“Loser.” He smirked. “You gave up that quick?”
Mirabelle grinned up at him and poked his chest lightly. “No. You’re it.”
She bolted out of the kitchen. Of course Mirabelle wouldn’t quit. He face-palmed himself, feeling stupid that he fell for her little trick. Harry groaned and ran after her.
Stopping to catch his breath, he settled back against the wall, taking deep breaths. Seconds later, he was being pushed down to the ground by a strong weight.
“You snooze, you lose!” Mirabelle hollered in his ear, making him wince.
“Get,” he struggled beneath her. “Off!”
Mirabelle giggled lightly, rolling off his back and onto the floor beside him.
“I’m hungry.”
Harry looked over at her to see that she was very serious. He smirked and pulled himself up, then reached over and pulled Mirabelle up after him.
“How about we go get some ice cream? I know a shop nearby.”
Mirabelle’s eyes lit up instantly, and Harry know her answer before she said it. “Yes!”
He smiled, admiring her flashing colorful eyes and perfectly pink lips then stretched into a picture perfect smile. She was so beautiful. “You go get dressed then,” he said, starting to head towards his room. “Meet me down here in ten.”
“I’ll take a cookie cone with a double scoop of mint chocolate.” Harry informed the lady behind the counter, who had just asked for their order of ice cream. Harry turned to Mirabelle, who still looked curiously at each of the flavors.
“Hurry up, Mirabelle.” Harry spoke softly. “Go on and choose.”
Mirabelle made up her mind and looked at the lady, who was waiting patiently. “I’ll have the waffle cone with one scoop of Cookies n’ Cream and one scoop Birthday Cake.”
The lady nodded, quickly giving the two their orders, and proceeding to pay. That was when the soft pitter patter of raindrops plopped against the roof of the ice cream shop, followed by more and more.
“Shit,” Harry cursed under his breath, as they had walked to the shop on foot.
“We can probably make it back before the rain stars pouring if we go now.” Mirabelle said, pressing her nose against the glass. Harry considered her suggestion, then agreed.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Only a soft drizzle upon the sight of Harry’s house gates, the cats and dogs came pouring down. Mirabelle squealed and the icecream washed out of the cone in her hands, Harry exactly the same.
“Come on!” Harry shouted over the rain, pulling Mirabelle’s hood up over her head ad grabbing her hand. Trying desperately not to slip against the now wet, gravel rocks, Harry and Mirabelle stumbled to the doorstep of Harry’s house.
Mirabelle’s teeth were chattering and her body was shaking rapidly, her nose and lips, numb. Harry shoved his hand into his pocket for the keys, putting them in, and pulling them out of the key hole, before pushing open the door and quickly leading Mirabelle inside.
He shut the door and all was silent, as he watched guiltily, Mirabelle shivering.
“Well that didn’t work out.” He chuckled softly, shaking his mop of wet curls as he approached her.
“I’m c-cold.” Mirabelle stammered, hugging herself. Harry shot her a sympathetic smile and proceeded to wrap his arms around her tightly, sealing in her body warmth. Harry could feel Mirabelle’s body shivering crazily against him. He rested his chin on her head, and the two of them embraced in the middle of the entry hall. Harry couldn’t help but wish they could stay like this forever.
Mirabelle, felt a familiar feeling in her chest as Harry held her, her heart pounding faster and faster by the second. She didn’t know what it was, but it scared her.
“I can’t feel myself talking.” Mirabelle mumbled, pulling away and licking her lips to see if that would help. It didn’t.
“Yeah,” Harry laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. “ice cream really wasn’t the best idea, was it?”
“No.” Mirabelle agreed with a tiny grin. “It wasn’t.”
“I really shouldn’t have taken you out.” He sighed. “Or I should have at least take you by car.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Mirabelle said, pulling away from him with a genuine smile. “You did it because I wanted ice cream. And this is what I get for wanting ice cream. No ice cream.”
Harry chuckled, but frowned slightly when he saw Mirabelle’s teeth still chattering.
“Why don’t you go change into something warm. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
Mirabelle nodded ad proceeded up the stairs. Harry pulled off his jacket and tossed the soaked piece of clothing into the clothes washer, along with his shirt. He then found one of his hoodies thrown carelessly on the living room couch and pulled it over his freezing body. Much better.
Harry then entered the kitchen, pulling a hot chocolate mix from the cupboard, along with two mugs.
After he had gone through the process of making the hot chocolate, he looked up to see Mirabelle standing in the doorway. She wore purple plaid pajama bottoms and her hair was pulled into a side-braid. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were slightly pink. One of Harry’s large hoodies was pulled over her body. She looked absolutely adorable.
“Hello, love.” Harry smiled, unable to keep the smile from growing on his face. Mirabelle just smiled and walked in, taking a cup of hot chocolate from the counter. She sipped it carefully, and Harry took his own mug.
The two stood quietly, sipping their hot chocolate, until Mirabelle spoke up.
“When can I meet your band members?”
He looked up, remembering how Mirabelle had said she wanted to meet the rest of One Direction. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’d like.”
“That would be nice,” Mirabelle smiled, “and come Louis’ girlfriend come along as well? She was funny.”
“I guess,” Harry said with a smile, setting his mug down. His eyes flickered back up to Mirabelle who looked down with a frown at her feet.
“Are your feet cold as well?” she asked, rubbing one foot over the other to get one warm from the friction.
“A bit.” He answered, then came up with a idea. “I’ve got a separate heater in my room. It’s probably quite toasty in there now. Shall we?”
“Okay.” Mirabelle shrugged and followed Harry up the stairs and to his room, which was indeed very warm.
Harry climbed into the large queen bed ad held up the duvet for Mirabelle to climb in beside him.
She gave him a small smile and slipped under the covers, resting her head on a pillow.
“Better?” Harry asked, turning on his side and resting on his elbow to face Mirabelle. She giggled gently and nodded, wiggling her toes under the covers.
“Much better.”
Harry stared at Mirabelle’s amazing profile, noticing how long and thick her eyelashes were. Her lips were pink and plush, the hair the fell slightly in front her eyes looked perfect. Mirabelle sneezed loudly, snapping Harry out of his trance.
“Uh oh,” Harry sighed, “I think someone’s getting sick.”
“No,” Mirabelle shook her head. “I’ll be f- achoo!”
“What was that again, love?” Harry smirked, causing Mirabelle to roll her eyes. She hated it when he was right.
He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, and the touch sent a shock through her. Why had she not felt this before? It was like how she had felt when he hugged her, just moments ago. Mirabelle scanned Harry’s face, locking gaze with his green eyes.
Everything went white.
She sat on her bed, staring at her homework. Her tears had ruined the paper, and she had give up hours ago. She squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back as tears streamed down her face. Her hands quivered uncontrollably, and she felt like she was going crazy.
Suddenly, the door barged open, and he stepped in. Her head snapped up, and she froze in fear.
“Hey little monster,” he cooed, stepping forward with a mug in his hand, his silky voice and green eyes, menacing. “I made you some tea.”
Tea? She frowned, wondering why he would bring her tea. He hated her.
And then, he threw it on her.
Hot liquid soaked her clothes, and burned her skin. She screamed, ringing erupting in her ears.
“Shut up,” he snarled, slapping her cheek multiple times until she began crying harder. He looked down at the homework sheets that were spread out on her bed, now covered with the light brown tea.
“You might as well not try,” he hissed, tearing up the papers one by one. “you worthless, stupid little piece of shit.”
“Stop.” She cried as the horrible sound of papers tearing filled her ears. He dropped the scraps and looked at her, the green in his eyes darkening.
“What was what?”
“S-Stop.” She coughed. He lunged at her, punching her stomach continuously, under she could no longer breath.
Leaving her gasping for air, he left the room.
Mirabelle came back to the present, gasping for breath.
“Mirabelle!” Harry mumbled nervously, “Mirabelle are you alright?”
She shuddered, staring at him. And his green eyes. Those green eyes.
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” She spat, though her voice waivered, and she scooted away from him. Harry was confused, wondering what the hell was going through Mirabelle’s brain. She looked traumatized ,and afraid. He didn’t understand.
“Mirabelle, what happened? You froze for two seconds and you start snapping at me.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. She fell out of bed, and ran out of Harry’s bedroom, her lips chattering as she ran into the bathroom. She looked the door, and slid down against the wall, sobbing quietly.
Harry got out of bed ,worried about Mirabelle. Her sudden outburst was surely not normal. He stepped into the hallway and noticed the bathroom door closed, the light seeping through the cracks.
“Mirabelle,” he said gently, knocking on the door. “Mirabelle, please talk to me.”
“Go away.”
“Mirabelle, I’m begging you. Please.”
“No.”
“Mirabelle,” he took a deep breath. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Mirabelle unlocked the door. Harry exhaled with relief and opened the door, his eyes dropping to Mirabelle who was seated on the floor. He squatted down and set a hand on her knee, rubbing it gently.
“Talk to me, Mirabelle.”
Mirabelle looked up, staring into Harry’s green eyes. His calm, gentle green eyes. Gentle, not menacing.
“Everything is fine.” She assured wiping away a tear. Harry frowned, reaching out to tuck some hair behind her ear, then pulled her up.
“What made you yell at me like that?” he asked softly, setting his hands on her waist. Mirabelle realized how stupid she was to ever think that Harry was the green-eyed man in her vision. He was the polar opposite. Caring, gentle, and kind.
“It was nothing.” Mirabelle said, giving him a small smile. “I swear.”
Clearly, Mirabelle was lying, and Harry knew it. He also knew though, that there was no point trying to get information out of Mirabelle. She was one stubborn girl.
“Harry, promise you won’t hurt me.” Mirabelle whispered almost inaudibly, pressing her face into his neck. “Promise me that I can trust you.”
“I promise.”
“Why is your house so big?” he heard Mirabelle’s loud voice echoing through the walls. Harry snickered to himself and peeked out from behind the couch, making sure she wasn’t anywhere close.
“Harry, I give up.” he heard, a few minutes later. He shrugged and stood up. He walked out of the living room and found Mirabelle sitting in a chair in the kitchen.
“Loser.” He smirked. “You gave up that quick?”
Mirabelle grinned up at him and poked his chest lightly. “No. You’re it.”
She bolted out of the kitchen. Of course Mirabelle wouldn’t quit. He face-palmed himself, feeling stupid that he fell for her little trick. Harry groaned and ran after her.
Stopping to catch his breath, he settled back against the wall, taking deep breaths. Seconds later, he was being pushed down to the ground by a strong weight.
“You snooze, you lose!” Mirabelle hollered in his ear, making him wince.
“Get,” he struggled beneath her. “Off!”
Mirabelle giggled lightly, rolling off his back and onto the floor beside him.
“I’m hungry.”
Harry looked over at her to see that she was very serious. He smirked and pulled himself up, then reached over and pulled Mirabelle up after him.
“How about we go get some ice cream? I know a shop nearby.”
Mirabelle’s eyes lit up instantly, and Harry know her answer before she said it. “Yes!”
He smiled, admiring her flashing colorful eyes and perfectly pink lips then stretched into a picture perfect smile. She was so beautiful. “You go get dressed then,” he said, starting to head towards his room. “Meet me down here in ten.”
“I’ll take a cookie cone with a double scoop of mint chocolate.” Harry informed the lady behind the counter, who had just asked for their order of ice cream. Harry turned to Mirabelle, who still looked curiously at each of the flavors.
“Hurry up, Mirabelle.” Harry spoke softly. “Go on and choose.”
Mirabelle made up her mind and looked at the lady, who was waiting patiently. “I’ll have the waffle cone with one scoop of Cookies n’ Cream and one scoop Birthday Cake.”
The lady nodded, quickly giving the two their orders, and proceeding to pay. That was when the soft pitter patter of raindrops plopped against the roof of the ice cream shop, followed by more and more.
“Shit,” Harry cursed under his breath, as they had walked to the shop on foot.
“We can probably make it back before the rain stars pouring if we go now.” Mirabelle said, pressing her nose against the glass. Harry considered her suggestion, then agreed.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Only a soft drizzle upon the sight of Harry’s house gates, the cats and dogs came pouring down. Mirabelle squealed and the icecream washed out of the cone in her hands, Harry exactly the same.
“Come on!” Harry shouted over the rain, pulling Mirabelle’s hood up over her head ad grabbing her hand. Trying desperately not to slip against the now wet, gravel rocks, Harry and Mirabelle stumbled to the doorstep of Harry’s house.
Mirabelle’s teeth were chattering and her body was shaking rapidly, her nose and lips, numb. Harry shoved his hand into his pocket for the keys, putting them in, and pulling them out of the key hole, before pushing open the door and quickly leading Mirabelle inside.
He shut the door and all was silent, as he watched guiltily, Mirabelle shivering.
“Well that didn’t work out.” He chuckled softly, shaking his mop of wet curls as he approached her.
“I’m c-cold.” Mirabelle stammered, hugging herself. Harry shot her a sympathetic smile and proceeded to wrap his arms around her tightly, sealing in her body warmth. Harry could feel Mirabelle’s body shivering crazily against him. He rested his chin on her head, and the two of them embraced in the middle of the entry hall. Harry couldn’t help but wish they could stay like this forever.
Mirabelle, felt a familiar feeling in her chest as Harry held her, her heart pounding faster and faster by the second. She didn’t know what it was, but it scared her.
“I can’t feel myself talking.” Mirabelle mumbled, pulling away and licking her lips to see if that would help. It didn’t.
“Yeah,” Harry laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. “ice cream really wasn’t the best idea, was it?”
“No.” Mirabelle agreed with a tiny grin. “It wasn’t.”
“I really shouldn’t have taken you out.” He sighed. “Or I should have at least take you by car.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Mirabelle said, pulling away from him with a genuine smile. “You did it because I wanted ice cream. And this is what I get for wanting ice cream. No ice cream.”
Harry chuckled, but frowned slightly when he saw Mirabelle’s teeth still chattering.
“Why don’t you go change into something warm. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
Mirabelle nodded ad proceeded up the stairs. Harry pulled off his jacket and tossed the soaked piece of clothing into the clothes washer, along with his shirt. He then found one of his hoodies thrown carelessly on the living room couch and pulled it over his freezing body. Much better.
Harry then entered the kitchen, pulling a hot chocolate mix from the cupboard, along with two mugs.
After he had gone through the process of making the hot chocolate, he looked up to see Mirabelle standing in the doorway. She wore purple plaid pajama bottoms and her hair was pulled into a side-braid. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were slightly pink. One of Harry’s large hoodies was pulled over her body. She looked absolutely adorable.
“Hello, love.” Harry smiled, unable to keep the smile from growing on his face. Mirabelle just smiled and walked in, taking a cup of hot chocolate from the counter. She sipped it carefully, and Harry took his own mug.
The two stood quietly, sipping their hot chocolate, until Mirabelle spoke up.
“When can I meet your band members?”
He looked up, remembering how Mirabelle had said she wanted to meet the rest of One Direction. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’d like.”
“That would be nice,” Mirabelle smiled, “and come Louis’ girlfriend come along as well? She was funny.”
“I guess,” Harry said with a smile, setting his mug down. His eyes flickered back up to Mirabelle who looked down with a frown at her feet.
“Are your feet cold as well?” she asked, rubbing one foot over the other to get one warm from the friction.
“A bit.” He answered, then came up with a idea. “I’ve got a separate heater in my room. It’s probably quite toasty in there now. Shall we?”
“Okay.” Mirabelle shrugged and followed Harry up the stairs and to his room, which was indeed very warm.
Harry climbed into the large queen bed ad held up the duvet for Mirabelle to climb in beside him.
She gave him a small smile and slipped under the covers, resting her head on a pillow.
“Better?” Harry asked, turning on his side and resting on his elbow to face Mirabelle. She giggled gently and nodded, wiggling her toes under the covers.
“Much better.”
Harry stared at Mirabelle’s amazing profile, noticing how long and thick her eyelashes were. Her lips were pink and plush, the hair the fell slightly in front her eyes looked perfect. Mirabelle sneezed loudly, snapping Harry out of his trance.
“Uh oh,” Harry sighed, “I think someone’s getting sick.”
“No,” Mirabelle shook her head. “I’ll be f- achoo!”
“What was that again, love?” Harry smirked, causing Mirabelle to roll her eyes. She hated it when he was right.
He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, and the touch sent a shock through her. Why had she not felt this before? It was like how she had felt when he hugged her, just moments ago. Mirabelle scanned Harry’s face, locking gaze with his green eyes.
Everything went white.
She sat on her bed, staring at her homework. Her tears had ruined the paper, and she had give up hours ago. She squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back as tears streamed down her face. Her hands quivered uncontrollably, and she felt like she was going crazy.
Suddenly, the door barged open, and he stepped in. Her head snapped up, and she froze in fear.
“Hey little monster,” he cooed, stepping forward with a mug in his hand, his silky voice and green eyes, menacing. “I made you some tea.”
Tea? She frowned, wondering why he would bring her tea. He hated her.
And then, he threw it on her.
Hot liquid soaked her clothes, and burned her skin. She screamed, ringing erupting in her ears.
“Shut up,” he snarled, slapping her cheek multiple times until she began crying harder. He looked down at the homework sheets that were spread out on her bed, now covered with the light brown tea.
“You might as well not try,” he hissed, tearing up the papers one by one. “you worthless, stupid little piece of shit.”
“Stop.” She cried as the horrible sound of papers tearing filled her ears. He dropped the scraps and looked at her, the green in his eyes darkening.
“What was what?”
“S-Stop.” She coughed. He lunged at her, punching her stomach continuously, under she could no longer breath.
Leaving her gasping for air, he left the room.
Mirabelle came back to the present, gasping for breath.
“Mirabelle!” Harry mumbled nervously, “Mirabelle are you alright?”
She shuddered, staring at him. And his green eyes. Those green eyes.
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” She spat, though her voice waivered, and she scooted away from him. Harry was confused, wondering what the hell was going through Mirabelle’s brain. She looked traumatized ,and afraid. He didn’t understand.
“Mirabelle, what happened? You froze for two seconds and you start snapping at me.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. She fell out of bed, and ran out of Harry’s bedroom, her lips chattering as she ran into the bathroom. She looked the door, and slid down against the wall, sobbing quietly.
Harry got out of bed ,worried about Mirabelle. Her sudden outburst was surely not normal. He stepped into the hallway and noticed the bathroom door closed, the light seeping through the cracks.
“Mirabelle,” he said gently, knocking on the door. “Mirabelle, please talk to me.”
“Go away.”
“Mirabelle, I’m begging you. Please.”
“No.”
“Mirabelle,” he took a deep breath. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Mirabelle unlocked the door. Harry exhaled with relief and opened the door, his eyes dropping to Mirabelle who was seated on the floor. He squatted down and set a hand on her knee, rubbing it gently.
“Talk to me, Mirabelle.”
Mirabelle looked up, staring into Harry’s green eyes. His calm, gentle green eyes. Gentle, not menacing.
“Everything is fine.” She assured wiping away a tear. Harry frowned, reaching out to tuck some hair behind her ear, then pulled her up.
“What made you yell at me like that?” he asked softly, setting his hands on her waist. Mirabelle realized how stupid she was to ever think that Harry was the green-eyed man in her vision. He was the polar opposite. Caring, gentle, and kind.
“It was nothing.” Mirabelle said, giving him a small smile. “I swear.”
Clearly, Mirabelle was lying, and Harry knew it. He also knew though, that there was no point trying to get information out of Mirabelle. She was one stubborn girl.
“Harry, promise you won’t hurt me.” Mirabelle whispered almost inaudibly, pressing her face into his neck. “Promise me that I can trust you.”
“I promise.”
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1/29/14