'What's your favourite flower, petal?'' his once rough voice, felt oddly soothing,
As we gazed up at the stars I feel as connected to him as they are. I know we aren't good people, we don't do good things, but now in this moment, we're normal.
I...
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''After you Petal'' he smiled at me, which I must admit, made me laugh, I don't like pet names, at all, and I don't want him to call me that, but it's creative, so I'll let it pass just this once,
As he opened the door more I was greeted by a dark corridor, no-one present, this was extremely risky, I still can't trust Harry, but I know I was taken, and it wasn't Harry, I can tell by the way he looked at me, his eyes had a tint of worry behind them, his hair was wet and the eyelashes that framed his eyes had small droplets of water on them, his face flushed red, his round eyes puffy, like he'd been crying, I must of been out for a while.
All we had on us were the knives I keep on my holster no matter where I am, judging on our fight only I know he's good, but he needs to think before he does anything reckless, usually I wouldn't care about what he does but today, when his actions may cost my life too, he needs to be careful.
I put my right foot into the dark hallway, then fully stepping in, my shaky breaths echoing down the corridor, bouncing off the walls and right back to me, I stood quietly observing the cracked paint and damp air surrounding me, I turn my head round looking at Harry, he slowly stepped in after me, letting go off the door, I knew what was next, the door slammed, the loud noise echoing down the hall I watched as he jumped throwing his hand over his mouth and his eyebrows raising as he looked at me in shock,
''What the fuck is wrong with you-'' I whispered smacking his arm,
Sighing in disbelief that a world known murderer slammed a big ass metal door in an escape mission in an empty hallway, he stood still his breathing picking up after I slapped him, and like he hadn't gave our presence away enough already, I was now pushed against the wall, Harry's big hands wrapped around my throat, his feet in front of mine, he bought his face closer to mine with every breath, his nose was almost touching mine, and I could feel his hot breath down my neck now,
''Don't you lay a finger on me, because I'm saving you too right now.'' he spat at me his eyes locking onto mine, his fingers slowly loosing their grip on my neck, he pulled away from me, turning to look at the hall in front of us, and I know I've gone red, I hate that I do that, I'm not scared of him, it just happens, I can feel my cheeks burning up and it doesn't stop,
''Let's just go Harry'' I chocked out, my throat still sore from his tight grip, I started walking tightening the grip on my knife, him taking his out of his pocket, my heels echoed as we walked, as we reached the end of the corridor there was two ways, and I turned left,
''This way'' he spoke, turning to the right, now's not the time to be a dickhead, as we walked my wandering mind went to his words, ''Because I'm saving you too right now'' He has no right to touch me, and I know that's gonna leave a nasty bruise on my neck, it was his fault, he slammed the door.
I trailed behind him, letting him make the decisions, because we don't have time for arguments right now,
And just like that, my thoughts were interrupted again, by a droning bell, or siren, either way, they knew we were out now, wandering the halls they knew off by heart, and us having no idea.
