Feeling Safe With Danger

Vana's POV

"I'll go find the butter and milk while you look for the celery." I looked up to see Harry frowning.
"What?"

"I don't want to leave alone in the store, babe." He stated quietly.

I let out a laugh. He couldn't be serious? It's a store and I'm freaking eighteen!
"Harry, I'm an adult. I think I'll be fine in the store."

"I just don't think its a good idea..." He looked past my shoulder, not wanting to make eye contact with me.
My light mood faded. The irritation inside of me was growing, causing my cheeks to turn a slight tinge of red. Lately, Harry has been so possessive of me. He takes me to work and picks me up everyday, which would be great if he didn't think I could hold my own. He won't let me go on a walk unless he comes along. He won't let me leave his apartment unless he goes with me. It was overwhelming, his overbearingness. It's like he was scared I would disappear the second I left his sight!
"Harry, I'll be fine..." I rolled my eyes as I turned on my heels and walked towards the dairy section. I could hear him huff but he didn't follow me.


I looked at the variety of milks I could choose from. Most of them displaying pictures of fat cows on the cartons.
I began to reach for the 2% milk when a voice stopped me.

"Vana?"

I turned around quickly to meet the familiar tone.
I shivered when I saw his dark hair hang in crystal blue eyes.


"Lane?"

I always thought about how I would react when I would see Lane again....if I would see Lane again. I figured I would be angry, allowing colorful language to spill through my lips. I figured I would be bitter and try to ignore him.

But actually seeing him again didn't make me as angry as I thought I would be. Instead, my voice held small hints of sadness, remorse.

I stared intently at my cart, not wanting to make eye contact with this guy who used to be my friend.

"I'm so sorry about the dinner...I..."

"Please, please don't talk to me."
Lane's hands reached for my body, and I didn't stop his gesture. His hands landed softly on my back as he leaned slightly into me. He kept his right hand on the small of my back as his left hand tucked a loose curl behind me ear.

"I'm so sorry. I left right after you left the dinner."

"Lane! Please, don't talk to me." I remained still, his right hand still in it's previous position as his left hand cupped my red cheek.

"Please, hear me out!"

"Lane! Enough!" My cry was weak, a direct parallel to my emotional state.

"Please! Vana, I need to talk to you!" His plea was urgent.

I let out a sigh, exhausted from this small conversation already. He took my sigh and silence as permission to keep going.

"Vana, I didn't think that your dad would-

"What the fuck?!?" Harry's voice boomed down the aisle, his footsteps getting louder and harsher every second.

Notes

SO SO sorry that I havent been updating! I have been really ill but I've been getting better. But now I have a buttload of hw to do. I don't know if i can update tomorrow, but hopefully I can!

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