Through The Dark

I awoke the next morning to find a tanned, muscular, tattooed arm around my stomach. Last night had totally left my mind until I looked up to see who my 'snuggle buddy' had been.

Harry.

And all of the memories came back to me. Harry hurting me, hiding in the bathroom, waking up on Niall's lap, and almost freezing to death last night if it hadn't been for---- for Harry.

Then again, I could point fingers at Harry all day. And believe me, I wanted too, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I mean, looking up at his beautiful face right now as he was sleeping, slowly breathing, and how warm and protected he kept me.... it all gave me a sense of comfort.

But I couldn't forget the memories from last night as much as I tried. He hurt me. He couldn't control himself. I slowly sat myself up so I wouldn't wake Harry. I glanced down at him for a moment.

No matter how good looking he is or how charming I...

I then saw a small grin form on Harry's face with his eyes still closed.

Damn, Harry. Do you always have to read my thoughts? Seriously, can't I just think in private like a normal person and...

"No," he cheekily said as his eyes opened. Whatever, I was getting sick of this. I just shook my head.

I started to stand up so I could knock on the door and get the hell out of here. The influence he was having on me was starting to make me want to stay here with him --- um ew, gross. Don't even think that, Brooke.

I stood up but found myself being immediately pulled down again by two arms which were wrapped around my waist.

"Harry," I groaned, struggling in his grip. I didn't even put up a fight anymore because I knew I would loose every time. Maybe I should go to a gym or something....oh wait, I'm trapped on this freakin' tour bus.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked. His voice sounded deeper and raspier in the mornings. It was sexy --- wait no, no it wasn't. No, I don't find him attractive. No, I...

" Are you going to answer my question, beautiful?" He said as he stroked my cheek with his fingers.

" Out of here," I said as I brought myself back onto my feet. I don't know where that confidence came from but I couldn't let him know that he was getting to me.

" Wait, love," Harry's tone sounded kind and I started to feel guilt for snapping at him before. But I really did need out of here.

Harry seemed a bit shocked at first as I looked down at him, but I still started to walk away. He then grabbed my wrist hard and yanked me back down beside him.

It was the wrist that he had grabbed yesterday, my extremely bruised one but I don't think he knew that. I don't think he even knew his own strength.

"Ow...ouch," I stuttered as I was pulled back down. Tears formed in my eyes from the pain.

Harry didn't understand at first until I pulled my wrist out of his grip and held it. He immediately looked pained and his eyes widened.

"Did I...." he started to say but he already knew the answer. He looked down at the floor for a moment and then I saw his jaw tighten.

I knew he felt awful, I could see it in his eyes. He thought of himself as a monster. It hurt me to see him like this. Was I starting to get feelings for him again? I couldn't be...

He then slid himself from behind me and got up, walking towards the door.

"Harry..." I said as I quickly got up and ran in front of him so he couldn't leave. He looked like he was about to cry and I didn't want him ripping out some poor girls throat because I indirectly made him upset.

"Move," he said as he finally looked down at me, obviously angry at himself.

"No," I said and placed a hand on his chest," I'm okay. I'm strong, Harry," I said as I held up my wrist to show him,

"Don't...just don't blame yourself for all of this." I put my wrist down to my side and he looked at me, clearly confused.

"But I hurt you..." he started to say as his hand slowly grazed the bruise around my wrist as if he were inspecting it but I interrupted him.

"I know, but everyone hurts sometimes, Harry...and I... I shouldn't have been snooping through your personal belongings or reading your journal, I'm sorry, I'm a stupid teenager," I said. His eyes shot back up to look at me intensely as I continued to speak.

"Just please don't keep blaming yourself for this, you're not a monster, you're kind...and caring, I can see that and I know that you..."

Before I could say anything more, Harry crashed his lips into mine. It wasn't anything insane, it was just a nice, soft kiss. He was so warm, it felt so right, and yet so EXTREMELY wrong all at the same time.

I didn't expect it at all. And I didn't know if I'd ever wanted it to happen, but it was, and I didn't regret it. I meant everything I was saying to him, he needed to know that.

But I knew that these feelings he was giving me were dangerous. I'm going to be so emotionally damaged after this tour, I just know it. I mean dude, I was kissing Harry Styles who also happens to be a vampire. That's just not normal.

Notes

super short, filler chapter.
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