Darling I'm No Angel

Harry's POV

I open my eyes seeing Victoria's face inches from mine. Still sound asleep probably lost away in a dream in her head. I bent my face down to kiss the top of her hair. It was the same recognizable scent of lavender that I missed so much. My hand steadily rested on the curve of her waist just above her hip. I nudged her gently waking her up, because the sun was peeking up above the skyline. I found myself this morning straddling the borders of complete and obscure insanity.

I keep telling myself day after day that in good time we will be back to where things use to be before. I'm not even sure how long I can believe that lie anymore. Watching her eyes slowly flutter open hazily looking up at me. I still grasp on to what little optimism I have left.

Victoria's POV

I wake up feeling like I had been wrapped in a blanket of snow then kissed by Jack Frost himself. I tried to stretch my legs out first. I had been lying down in such an uncomfortable position all night and they felt numb. Though luckily I was still able to stand on my own. Harry was just getting up behind me he was extending out his right arm. Each time he tried to twist it his jaw tensed and he let his arm fall back down slowly. Harry caught my gaze and held it.

"You think if we screamed loud enough someone would hear us?" I asked him.

"Umm,." He walked around looking at the perimeter of the building and how far up we were. He held in his breath then released it. "No." He smiled, and maybe I should've smiled back but I just turned around.

"My parents will soon realize I'm missing from my room then someone will have to come looking for us. And I'm sure their search will lead them up here." I said thinking out loud. Harry the rational one in this situation was now walking ahead in front of me.

"Victoria have you heard of the Ripple Effect?" He asked me.

"What?" I halted in mid yawn. "You never heard of it?" He said still talking on.

"Harry what are you getting at?" I asked him still feeling exhausted and cold. Last night I had to keep waking myself up so that I wouldn't sink into hypothermic shock and one other reason that I thought would go away by now.

"The Ripple Effect is a series of spreading consequences caused by one action."

"Okay I still don't get what you're trying to say right now." I said perplexed with this riddle.

"Victoria." He stopped and said. His voice sounding like he had just awaken and his English accent harmonized with every confusing thing he said. "Harry." I pronounced. I always felt a little sense of bashfulness when I spoke his name. A while ago someone told me I voiced his name improperly. You could imagine my confusion. The girl was from Essex and her english accent was almost untranslatable. Yet she insulted my American one. Apparently I said Harry's name like I was talking about something hairy. But the way she said his name sounded like she was saying hurry only in an her English accent.

"Maybe you shouldn't worry about someone looking for you. Maybe you should try the door one more time." Harry said. I looked at him skeptically because the last time I checked Harry told me the door only opened from the inside. And I watched him try an open it himself. I rushed over to the door and gripped the handle. Pulling it backwards the door easily opened. I released my hand not caring if the door locked on it owns again. I was beyond mad.

"See that's what I meant by the Ripple Effect causing a chain of reactions." Harry said with his hands shoved in his coat pockets, rocking back on the heels of his boots. I was prepared to charge at him like an enraged bull.

"I could kill you right now!" I yelled.

"Did you know there is a sense of sexiness when you sound cataclysmic?"

"What the hell does that even mean?" I placed both my hands on my forehead allowing myself to calm down. Then I would just remember the dropping of the temperature from last night then my anger levels rose back up. "Did it not occur to you that I didn't find last night at all charming? My fingers hurt so much from squeezing them to keep blood flowing through them." I argued.

I looked at Harry who was waiting for me to stop yelling. I could already hear the unspoken apology waiting to come out of his mouth. I let out a loud scream that I had been holding in since forever. "I needed to do that,because if I didn't then I might've actually have killed you and paramedics would be scrapping your corpse off of the ground." I told him realizing that I wasn't totally opposed to last night.

"Feel better?" He asked cautiously. I walked up to him standing on my toes so that our faces would be at the same level. I could see a cloud of cold air coming out his mouth.

"Almost."

I walked backed into my hospital room and I literally felt myself thawing out. I told Harry it was okay for him to actually leave the building this time, but he insisted on coming back. I had to finally cave in and agree, because there were a gaggle of elderly woman out in the hall watching an listening to us. One of the ladies prompted if I didn't accept Harry's offer she would.

I sat down with my legs hanging over the bed. I was at the foot of the bed with my legs over the railing and I couldn't wipe the girlish grin off my face. I kept my room door open and I was surprised I didn't see a trace of my mother in here. Beside the bed I saw some remnants of canvas shards scattered across the floor. Where I kept my painting of Harry was now lying about into tiny little pieces. As I'm cleaning it all from the floor. I hear my door slam shut. I see the shoes from underneath the bed and I assume it is either my dad or Harry. Instead it was Sebastian and just like before in my dream ironically he didn't look too pleased to see me.

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