Bite Me

Harry and Hurting

I heard someone knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I ask, my voice cracking softly.

"H-Harry." He stutters.

Fuck it.

"What do you want." I sniff, turning away from the door as he opens it.

"To see if your okay." He says quietly.

"I'm fine." I say.

"No your not." He says. I shrug, trying to hide myself from him. I hear him slowly walking towards me.

"So what? No one cares." I say.

"Your brother does. Stella most likely would." He says.

"That's only two people out of the worlds population." I say.

"Katy does. Your parents might." He says. I whip my head towards him. I immediately stood up, stalking towards him.

"My parents are dead to me. They left me and Riley alone when we were young. They left nothing." I spit, as his back leans against the wall.

"I-Im sorry. I didn't know." He stutters.

"Exactly. You didn't know. You didn't know anything. No one ever did." I say. That was when I realized small amount of space there was between me and him. I take a step back and I see him let out a breath.

"Then tell me what I don't know then. Hmm? Tell me so I can understand why you don't want me here, why your afraid of almost everyone around you. Tell me so I can understand!" he says annoyed.

"I'm not afraid of everyone." I mutter quietly.

"I said almost." He grumbles. He pushes a hand through his curly hair and turns around in frustration. He was confused and hurt.

How I know? I have no clue.

"I have reasons why telling people.... making people understand, is a bad thing." I say.

"Why?" he asks softly, turning to face me. He crouched down to my height, but also keeping his distance.

"I cant... its too complicated." I sigh. I drag my hand down the side of my face.

"Everything is. This world isn't perfect. It's full of complications, but there's always a solution." He says.

"Yeah well. This one doesnt." I sigh.

"How do you know?" he asks.

"Because I've tried working out every solution, every thing that would even help my situation. Nothing works." I say, lying out my legs, my toes in the air.

"Have you told anyone about your solutions?" he asks. For once, someone actually wanted to know.

He genuine sounded curious.

"No..." I mumble.

"That's probably why." He says and he sits on his bum and lays beside me but a respectable distance away.

At least he knows where to draw the line.

I didn't make eye contact with him, I actually don't think I have yet.

"If you tell me, I swear I won't tell a soul." He promises.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I ask.

"You don't know how much strength I'm using on, holding myself back from you." He says.

"Wait, what?" I ask.

"My, uh, inner wolf wants to... how do I put this... kiss you." He says.

"Your burning up your strength tho!" I say.