Loneliness H.S

Chapter Four

I wake up to the feeling of sheets sticking to my body. I open my eyes and let them roam around the room that was too dark to see yesterday. The room is very normal. A bed, a dresser, lamps, two nightstands on each side of the bed. It's like any other room, but my favorite part of it is the big window, with a bench under it. I sat there the majority of the night. It was absolutely beautiful, and I had a full view of the stars. At first, it was a little too foggy to see anything, so just looked at the trees. Then I saw Harry walk out the door. He stopped once he had walked a few meters, and he just stood there for a minute before he looked around. As he did so he turned up to look at my window, my eyes met him as I take in the sight of him in the little moonlight that shone through the fog. When he looked away from me he just stood there, he closed his eyes and stood there. The fog started to disappear, and when the stars were completely visible he started walking away into the forest again. I wondered where he was going, but I didn't follow him. I just sat there staring at the now clear night sky.

I get up from the bed and open the window to get some air in. It has been warm all night, and the sun isn't making the day any less warm then the night. I make my way back to the bed and lay down on top of the covers. I could barely sleep last night when I first got to bed, I just couldn't stop thinking of what he said "You really shouldn't believe in rumors. They are rumors for a reason, you know" Was it about what he did to get thrown out? Nevertheless, it doesn't matter how much I think about it because I'm never going to get answers unless I actually ask him.

My stomach growls signaling that I should go get some food. I lift myself up from the bed and walk to the door leading into the hallway. I stop in the doorway and look to my right where the bathroom is, maybe I should put a little makeup on. I took it off before I went to bed last night. I walk into the bathroom deciding on making myself somewhat presentable. I put on some concealer, mascara, and fill in my brows real quick. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and brushing my teeth before walking out of the bathroom. I turn to look at Harry's bedroom door as I walk past it. It's straight over the hall from my room. The door isn't completely shut, and as I try to look inside he is nowhere to be seen, so I assume he's downstairs.

I walk over to the stairs and make my way downstairs. As I get down I take a quick look around, but he isn't here either. Where is he? Has he left me here? No, where can he go? It's his house. I wonder if there are more houses out here, but I doubt it since he is the only one here.

I walk into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I open the fridge to see what I can make. He doesn't have any food except some apples, so I take one while I decide to check out the house. He's not here so he can't get mad or anything. I have already seen my room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. The only rooms I haven't seen yet are Harry's room and the two rooms in the hall beside the stairs. I assume Harry wouldn't like it if I went into his room so I won't. I admit I'm curious, of course, but I'm going to respect that. For now at least.

I start walking towards the stairs where the hallway is. I notice that the hall isn't so long. There aren't any pictures hanging on the walls, in fact, there aren't any pictures anywhere in this house. There are two doors at the end of the hallway, and I decide to check out the left one first.

I open the door, and inside is just a bunch of fitness equipment. Of course, he has his own gym, that body doesn't get like that by itself. Fitness doesn't exactly interest me that much, so I close the door and open the door to the other room.

When the door opens I am met by a medium sized room. Big shelves are pushed up against every wall and filled with all kinds of books. In the middle of the room, there is a chair, and couch circled around a small table. It is breathtaking, probably not for everyone, but for me it definitely is. I love books, and it is just the best thing that could have happened to me right now. I walk over to the books, letting my finger stroke the back of every book as I move around admiring every single one.

"You like to read?" A voice says snapping me out of my admiration.

I don't have to turn around to know it is him. "Yeah, every book gives me a new perspective on the world," I answer as I continue taking in the books in his collection.

"And what perspective does your favorite book give you?" His voice holds curiosity. I can feel his eyes focusing on my face, but I don't look up to meet them.

One book catches my eye so I take a hold of it and slide it out from its place, and place it in my hand. I look at the book taking in the cover as I answer him "Those first impressions aren't always right. Someone can be completely different from what you first think, and if you give them a chance, it might show you that you can maybe even really like this person." I finally look up from the book so I can look at his face. He is quiet for a long time, spiking my curiosity as to why. He looks at me in pure amazement, and I like that for once a person actually cares about what I have to say, and can actually find it interesting. Harry soon goes on a deep train of thoughts. I know this because when he does so he pull his brows together making a wrinkle appear between them, his eyes narrows, and a small frown falls on his lips. I don't know what he is thinking about, but I think I will find out soon because it looks like he is about to ask something.

"What book is it?" I look at his concentrated face, knowing now that the silence was him trying to figure out which book I was talking about.

"I guess you just have to find out on your own because I won't tell you," I say giving him an amused smile, but he just looks away frustrated.

He huffs a "Fine" like he doesn't care, but I can see that he do. He turns around to walk out the door, but before he gets completely out of sight I speak his name"Harry?"

He stops with one hand leaning on the doorframe and turns to look at me once again. "Yeah?" He still has a frown on his face, he is thinking about the book, determent to find out which one it is. It almost makes me want to tell him, but I enjoy having him curious about something.

"Do you mind if I borrow some of your books?" I don't want to be rude, and just take them, since I don't live here, I'm only a guest.

His eyes rank the shelves of books "Not at all, knock yourself out." He turns around again and walks out the door. I decide to stay here and find some books to read.

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I have been sitting in here for almost three hours reading, but I decide to go get some more food before going back to reading. When I open the door a smell immediately hits me, filling my nose with a smell that is unmistakable, it smells burned. I rush to the kitchen to find smoke and a freaked out Harry. He is just standing there staring at the smokey pan placed on the oven. I run over to it and turn it off. I take the pan, and quickly put it in the sink turning on the cold water and put the pan under it, making the smoke stop once the pan has cooled down. I let it lay in the sink a little longer as I walk over to the window and open it letting the smoke out.

I turn to look over at Harry who still standing there freaking out, and I can't help but laugh at the expression on his face. He looks like a little boy who has done something wrong for the first time. He doesn't look amused at all by the fact that I'm laughing at him, but I can't help it.

"What were you doing?" I ask after my laughter has died down a little.

"I-I was just trying to make some dinner for us." He stutters as he is trying to take in the situation, making this thing a much bigger deal than it actually is. In his mind, he is probably thinking he almost started a fire.

I just smile at him "Well that didn't turn out well, did it?" I say teasing him.

He looks up at me biting his lip to keep him from laughing "I guess not." He smiles back at me and finally lets out a small laugh as he shakes his head.

"What were you trying to cook?" I don't get a good look at what was in the pan when I threw it away.

"Well I was going to make some Indian food, but I have never done it before. I'm not used to having to cook for two. I usually just make something that is fast and easy." It is really nice of him to try, and I'm not going to judge him for his cooking, seeing as I can't cook either. I can make simple breakfast's and stuff, but not a nice dinner.

"Well lucky for you I actually like fast and easy food." It doesn't help to bite his lip this time as a big smile form on his lips. I would take a burger over some fancy Indian food any day, and I'm not kidding. Someone can take me to the most expensive and fancy restaurant ever, and I will still order a burger.

He turns around and starts on making the burgers, as I just sit down on the table, studying him as he moves so elegantly around the kitchen.

-

We sit on the couch in the living room playing some cards, since we have nothing else to do. I just can't wrap my head around how weird this is. I am sitting here playing cards with 'the demon'. A person people have feared for centuries, a person that can kill me any second, but here we are playing a friendly game of cards.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" He asks making my head snap up from my cards in surprise.

"Um," I don't really know what to say because I honestly don't know myself. "Well, you haven't given me a reason to yet." Was all I could come up with, but it's true, he hasn't.

"Since you managed to figure out who I am, that must mean you have heard of me, which also means you probably have heard some bad things about me. So again, why aren't you afraid of me?"

The only rumor I have heard is the one about why he got kicked out of town, and I don't even believe them. He also told me yesterday that things were rumors for a reason. If I'm going to be scared of him, then I'm going to be scared of something I know is true, not something other people tell me he did, that may or may not be true. "Well, I believe it's something good in everyone, and that there's always a reason behind people's actions, plus there is no evidence that the rumors I have heard are true, but apparently I was the only one thinking about the facts," I tell him huffing in frustration at the thought of the brainless people that refused to believe me, and just think for a second that what they have heard happen might not be true.

Harry looks down, and then up at me again with a confused expression "What do you mean only you?"

I sight "Well I was the only one who didn't see any logic in the reason why you got kicked out. They say it was because you killed a bunch of people, but wouldn't it have been a lot of graves marked with that year as the date of their death on them? It's only four graves with that year written on them. Or there would at least be a place where the ground is a little burnt, or where the grass refuses to grow from the damage. If they decided to burn all the bodies that are." He looks interested as I explain my disbelieves in the story that has been told for years.

After some time he just shakes his head and lets out a chuckle. "What?" I ask curiously.

"Nothing," he says as he lifts himself up from the couch, and stands up.

"I have something to do now, but I'll be right back." Is all he says before he walks out. He walks over to the hall leading out, but stop right before he disappears behind the corner. He doesn't turn around leaving me to look at his back as he speaks. "Not everyone has good in them. Some are just better at hiding it than others." When words have left his mouth he continues walking and soon disappears from my sight.