Waking up to the feeling of eyes glued to you is never what you expect. Especially in a hotel that you were staying alone in. My eyes fluttered open as I slowly raised up, stretching as I did so. A yawn escaped my chapped lips, my eyes still droopy. That was the best night sleep that I had had in a long time.

"And the sleeping beauty awakes at last." My head shot towards the direction of the familiar husky sound, and my eyes fixed upon Harry's figure sitting on the other bed with his body turned towards me, his feet crossed in a childish pose. My brows knitted together with confusion, rubbing harshly on my eyelids with my fists. Stealing a quick glance at the clock, I noticed that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

I sat up further, turning my body towards Harry's. "What are you doing here? I thought you left last night after you dropped me off." After Harry and I had ridden to the hotel in silence, he had angrily walked me up to my room and without a word, unlocked the door to let me in. I had almost immediately collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to remove my dress because it wasn't uncomfortable. He had stayed and watched me for a few minutes, but I was positive that I heard the click of the shut door just before I fell into a deep sleep.

"Well, I was about to, but you kept saying weird stuff like 'stay', and you said 'They won't allow it', and then you were crying, so I figured I would get some entertainment and watch you dream or whatever it was that you were doing." So apparently, I talked in my sleep with my dreams. However, it was strange because I didn't even remember dreaming due to the incredibly comfortable slumber that I had endured.

Standing up, I walked over to my regular clothes that I wore every single day. I had barely had time to wash them, but eventually managed to get them cleaner than they have been in a while. Harry's eyes were still watching me, but I ignored him and slipped into the bathroom to change into my jeans, boots, middle-sleeved shirt, and leather jacket. There was a toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink for the guests, so I took them and cleaned my mouth for at least five minutes. For the first time in a while, I felt just...clean.

As I entered the room again, Harry was typing letters on his phone. He paused and looked up at me as I handed him back the dress. "Here you go. Give the dress to another girl that you find and scare the shit out of. At least she'll let you take it off of her." My tone was harsh, as I was in no mood to be polite to him.

He smirked and asked, "You don't want to keep it? It looks rather nice on you." His emeralds glowed with passion and lust, staring at my woken figure. I would have to check out of the the hotel and return -with the bit of money that I had left- to the woods and figure out what I was going to do next in life. It is strange, of course, that I'm still not letting Harry go. Part of me will most likely return to find the boy I have been searching for. However, even if I do that, it doesn't shield the fear that I feel in his presence.

"Take it," I spat, deciding to simply toss it at him. He caught it swiftly with his left hand and rolled the fabric through his fingers, making it a tangled world. It seemed as though he was stroking it, caressing the blue beads that had covered me the previous night. He looked a bit disappointed. "If you insist, Marielle." Whenever he spoke my name, he would emphasize the simple word in a musical form that seductively petrified my heart.

While he sat there on the bed, I walked over to the closet doors in search of a new bag. The one that I had was quite beat up and worn down. I also needed a few other things because of the approaching winter. Whether or not it was something that was forgotten by a previous guest, there was a dark brown leather bag the size of a large purse.

Scratches and a few dust spots coated the skin of it, but it was in a much better condition than the one that I owned now. I grabbed the handle of it and opened the zipper to find that nothing was in it except for a few crumpled gum wrappers. Tossing them in the trash can, I took the bag with me to the bathroom and placed very small bottles of soap, shampoo, conditioner, and lotion in the outer zippers, along with the toothbrush and toothpaste. Also, I grabbed a small hand towel.

Hastily moving around the room, I completed my 'borrowing-of-the-hotel-products' adventure by adding a bottled water and a very thin white sheet into the bag. At last, I zipped it up and slung it over my shoulder, turning to Harry who was watching me the entire time. "Guess I'll see you around," I said, quickly adding, "Even though I don't want to, I'm sure you'll be that creepy stalker that insists on following me around wherever I go. So, yeah."

"Well since I am apparently going to follow you, where exactly is it that you will lead me?" He asked, finally leaving the material of the dress still in his long fingers. Even though it was obvious to both of us that I was homeless, I didn't want to admit it aloud. It was quite embarrassing from my perspective.

"Nowhere." My mumble was actually honest, in a way. I began walking towards the door when I heard Harry's footsteps quickly following me. He was blocking the doorway in an instant, leaving me with widened eyes at his remarkable speed. His devilish grin had faded and dissolved into a look of anger, annoyance, and concern over his beautiful face. He took a strand of hair and began twirling it in spirals around his index finger.

His voice was low, and my breath was obviously struggling. "Since you now know every damn thing about me, you know that I was homeless. And sweetheart, you might as well just admit it because I can tell that you are living alone as well. I'm not stupid."

I pushed his hand away before it was able to graze the flesh of my cheek. "I said it was none of your business. I don't need your help, but I know that you will just follow me wherever I go. So my suggestion to you is that you pretend that you've never met me. Pretend that I am just another one-night-stand that you'll never see again." Even though I wasn't letting him go, I still wanted him to forget me. That would take the fear out of my forbidden desire for him.

"How can I pretend that you're just another girl when you're clearly more than that?" At first I was flattered at his words and allowed him to caress my cheek bones in his warm hands. Until he spoke again, and the fear in me returned. "You know so much about me, but I know nothing about you. So how am I supposed to know that you won't go and tell the police about who I am? I am afraid that I can't trust you to simply run away from me, because I have no idea what you will do."

The way that his hands traveled from my cheeks to the back of my waist sent unwanted goosebumps down my spine. My breath hitched in my throat as he pulled me tightly closer to him and pressed his lips to my ear as he growled, "Sorry, Marielle. But I'm afraid I can't let you go. And you can't let me go, either."

"Yes I can." An utter lie.

He let out a dark chuckle, smirking as -if it was even possible- he pulled me closer to him and brushed his lips against my neck. "Are you sure? Remember, I am your dream." He smiled as I mumbled a barely audible, "A nightmare."

His lips pursed together, but he decides to not say anything more. Grabbing onto my hand tightly, he pulled me out of the room and towards the elevator. The family with the mother and two children were waiting as well, and I caught a glimpse of the little girl, Denise, staring intently at me. Her green eyes traveled from Harry to me, and even at her very young age of most likely seven or eight, she looked concerned and worried. For me. I realized how much she looked like Annabelle. Instead of waving this time, she simply smiled to reveal her slightly crooked teeth.

After I returned the smile with Harry's firm gaze fixed upon me, the elevator door opened and we all stepped in together. The lady had just pressed the button to take us down to the lobby when the little boy -Jack- spoke to Harry. "I like you're shirt, sir."

Harry's eyes looked at him with slight surprise, and I was actually worried about what he would do. I looked at him and his shirt with the red tongue sticking out in the middle, then to his face which was decorated with a warm, kind smile. "Thank you. You like Rolling Stones, yeah?" This oddly surprised me at his gentleness towards the eager little boy.

"Yes sir," he answered with a smile that matched his sister's. The corners of my lips couldn't help but flip upwards to form a small smile. The door then opened, and the mother led the family out to a different room. Harry guided me to the desk, where he had apparently already checked me out of the room. After returning the key, we walked out and he led me towards his large car.

When we had both got in, he started it up and I turned my gaze to stare out of the window and at all of the cars passing by. We both remained silent as Harry drove.

*Flashback*

"Mum," I shook my mum's shoulder viciously with my hands. She was sitting in my father's chair, staring blankly out the window in font of her that showed nothing but the heavy downpour of rain outside. Her blue eyes matched mine as they were only partially opened. "Mum, look at me! Say something, please! Please talk to me!"

I was nearly shouting at her small figure, tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks. However, she made no sign of acknowledgement of my presence that was sitting at her knees, pleading and crying out for her motherly attention. Her eyes remained vacant oceans, red and puffy around the edges.

Finally, after ten minutes of me trying to speak to her, she stood up. I had to quickly scramble out of her way before she stepped over me. Her footsteps led her to the kitchen, and I watched silently from the wooden floor that I was sitting upon. She opened the refrigerator, and what she took from it shocked me.

A whole bottle of vodka was in her palm and she struggled to open the top. My eyes widened with horror as she pressed the toxic liquid to her lips and chugged large swallows of it into her system. I had never seen my mother drink before because she was always so against it. However, here she was, drinking it for the very first time. Se began to cry painful sobs loudly, making a pain occur within my heart.

At first, I started to go towards her. However, she sent me a look that didn't even seem like her. It was combined with anger, sadness, hopelessness, depression, and pity. The look indicated for me to leave her alone to drown herself in the poison.

There was nothing that I could do to stop it. Once it started, it was nearly impossible to end. And I knew this. I simply fled to my room which I had shared with my beloved -but gone- sister and did the only thing that I knew to do when I was upset. Draw.

And I drew pictures of my sorrow.

*Flashback End*

I was snapped back to reality when the car turned a direction that I had not anticipated. My head shot up from resting on the glass of the window and I sent Harry a questioning look which he saw out of the corners of his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

The jewels within his eyes clouded over slightly. "Nowhere."

Notes

Sorry it's so short:( Hope you like the story so far. Xx