"What do you mean you saw everything?" I asked confused, my voice muffled by his shoulder.
He sighed and pulled back to look at me. My tears had soaked his tee and I felt slightly embarassed for that but he didn't seem to care. His hands cupped my cheeks and his thumbs wiped my tears. His touch was soft and soothing against my skin that I felt a wave or relief wash through me.
"I didn't tell you that before because I didn't think I should but.." he started and took a deep breath. "I can see people's memories."
My heart stopped. My puffy eyes were ready to pop out. That was shocking.
"You what?"
"Yeah.." he looked away. "Just like compulsion. I can read thoughts and see people's memories."
I was agape. I was shocked and confused. That was a little creepy.
"B-but you said you can't read my thoughts," I pointed out.
He chuckled lightly and locked eyes with me. "I can't."
"Then how did you see it?" I sniffled.
He pulled away his hands and shrugged lightly. "That memory was something that's attached to me, that's why."
My breath hitched and my stomach turned into knots. Attached to him?
"What do you mean, Harry?" I asked slowly, taking some steps backwards.
"It's-it's taking over you.." he said with worried eyes.
"What? What is taking over me?" I asked panicked.
"Rebecca calm down." he said, his voice controlled.
"Calm down?" I scoffed. "No! I'm sick of waiting! Tell me what is taking over me, Harry!" I yelled, finally letting the anger control my mind.
"Darkness." he answered flatly, but his voice had a hint of sadness.
"W-what?" I gasped, placing my palm on my chest.
"Rebecca, can you just calm down?" he asked, taking a step closer to me.
"No!" I screamed, shoving his chest with my hands.
He took some steps backwards because of my push, since I caught him off guard. He took a deep breath, but his eyes showed hurt wich only made me hate myself. I was about to apologize to him when he spoke first.
"There's no chance, Rebecca. You have to understand that before-"
"Before what?!" I snapped, cutting him off. "Before I turn to someone like you?"
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands the moment I said the last word. He looked shocked and pained by my words and by the way he stared at me I wished I was dead. I didn't mean what I said. I really didn't. I was just too angry with him keeping me secrets and then suddenly announcing to me that darkness it taking over me.
"Harry I'm so sorry, I-"
"No." he cut me off, his eyes hopeless. "Just no."
"Harry..." I whispered, the salty tears connecting with my lips.
"I know you don't mean them." he said in a low voice wich comforted me.
I let a sigh of relief. "Thank God, I'm really sorry Harry!" I cried loudly, taking some steps forward and wrapping my arms around him, hiding my face in his neck. I just needed to be in his hug.
His arms wrapped around my waist and held me even closer. I cried in his neck, not bothering to not show to him how hurt I was for saying that. I really didn't mean it. And knowing that Harry heard me saying that...it hurt. Not only me, but him too.
"I'm so sorry..." I apologized, my lips slightly connecting with the sensitive skin on his neck, sending a bolt of electrecity through me.
"It's okay, Rebecca...I know you didn't want to say it." he cooed me.
"H-how?"
"He's doing it. He's in your head. He makes you say those words to..." he trailed off.
I furrowed my brows and pulled back to look at his sad eyes. He gave me a desperate look and I felt my heart aching.
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"Rebecca," he sighed. "It's new to you, but it's actually a way to live for me. I'm used to it."
"But darkness is controlling you..Doesn't that scare you?!" I said with disgust.
He shook slowly his head, brows pulled low. "I'm not scared of anything. Not even death." I raised a brow. "I'm immortal." he answered the question I was about to ask.
"But that has to do with the experiments they did to you."
"This is why I told you you have to calm down. Because I need to give you some explanations." he took my hand in his and lead me over to the couch.
I sat down, my trembling hand placed on my lap and the other one in Harry's hand. He sat down next to me, our entwined hands on his thigh. I had dry tears on my cheeks and that made my cheeks to feel tight but that didn't mean that I was done with crying. No; I knew there was more to come, and I didn't have the time to prepare myself.
"Okay," he ran his free hand through his hair. "You see, 96 years ago, when I was in that fucking place, I-"
"Wait." I raised my free hand, cutting in. "96 years old? Not 77?"
"It's been 77 years since I became what I am now, Rebecca. I'm 96 years old though." he let a humorless chuckle at the end.
"Oh." I said, still not realizing what kind of a thing runs in Harry's vains that makes him immortal and young.
"Well, I didn't have anything to do in there. I was locked in that damn cell all day anyways," he growled under his breath, his hand squeezing mine as he said those words. "Our cells were from each side of a big hallway, all of them having their specific number."
"What number were you?" I asked out of curiousity.
He stood silent and stared blankly at the wall, thinking of something. His gaze just brought agony in my abdomen and all I wanted was him to talk.
"Anyways, I didn't have parents nor siblings in there with me. I was all alone, in that cell, looking at the same walls everyday and wondering the same thing every night: Will I ever escape this? I knew no one could give me the answer I needed though and that only made me want to leave that place as soon as possible." he said, ignoring my question.
I forgot about it and kept listening to him closely, trying not to imagine of Harry in a grey, old cell, kept in there for so long, with nothing but fear filling the air.
"That bastard," he started, squeezing my hand, "the scientist, made us wake up early every Monday morning, just to go out with our hands cuffed in front of us. He wanted to see how strong and tough we were, if we could handle some tortures or if we had some kind of allergies, like he said. That liar," he spit, "He was just messing with us."
"What did he force you to do?" I asked, my voice small and scared.
"A lot of things. He made us carry some heavy stuff, he let us in the cold winter half naked with only our boxers on, he burned some parts of our bodies in order to have our marks on us. He said they would help us with a medicine. Another lie he thought we would believe." he shook his head and clenched his jaw.
I sucked in a breath with the informations Harry gave me. Stay half naked in the winter? Burned some parts of their body? Was that scientist crazy? Absolutely.
"Harry, that is terrible.." I muttered, my voice shakey as the air was knocked out of my lungs.
"I know. And he did too." he said with hate in his voice.
"What did they burn on you?"
"My arms and back." he looked at me with an intense gaze. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "And after that they scratched my chest with a knife."
I gasped for air and felt the cold tears rolling down my cheeks. This is sick. I shook my head furiously, my body shaking uncontrollably. Harry stared at me worried, panic covering his eyes.
"Rebecca, you okay?" he asked with concern, my heart sinking at his tone.
"H-Harry...They really tortured you...You didn't deserve it. You didn't do anything..." I said through sobs.
"Don't say that, Rebecca." he shook his head. "Look at me now, I'm exactly what they wanted to create."
"But that has to do with that medicine or whatever, you're not heartless in reality!" I claimed, raising my voice.
"Maybe I'm not, but maybe I am. Rebecca, this is still unknown to me. I'm 77 years with that thing running in my vains, yet I still don't know if that's how my personality is or if it has something to do with their experiment." he conffensed.
"But I can see it, Harry. I see you're not heartless. You are still a human."
"No." He let go of my hand and stood up, pacing back and forth in front of me. He was suddenly stressed. "I'm not human, Rebecca, and you know it." he spat.
"But Harry, if you weren't human you wouldn't feel."
He stood frozen, eyes staring at me with confusion. His brows were furrowed and he had intelligent lines creasing his forehead as he thought of my words. His muscles relaxed and his chest fell, wich meant he wasn't now angry. Thankfully.
"Everyone has their demons, Rebecca. But you seem to only have angels."
"W-what does that mean?" I mumbled, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
"It means that I can't control them. My demons are stronger than me. Humans can fight them, but I can't. Wich means I'm not human." he clarified.
"Harry, you did fight them." I said and stood up. "Your eyes, you took back their colour. Isn't that victory?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and his eyes widened in realization. My words had a strong meaning and hopefully he understood. But still, he didn't seem convinced.
"Rebecca, you don't understand." he started, running a stressful hand through his hair. "I might had given back my eye colour but he's still here. He's inside my head. He won't leave me. He's addicted to me and-and I can't just take him out of there." he let a heavy sigh when he finished.
"Who? You never told me who is in your head." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"He's-he's trying to keep us apart."
His words not only made me feel worried, but annoyed me to death. Who the hell is trying to keep me and Harry apart? I didn't want anyone to get in the way. We were building a relationship here, I'm trying to help him and then someone comes and tries to destroy all this? Hell no. I wouldn't allow that. My feelings for Harry might not be too intense, but they are real. And I knew that from the way we kissed. My kiss is his cure and his humanity is my hope. I don't know why, but I feel like we complete each other, and I desperatedly want us to keep fighting.
"Who is trying to take you away from me?!" the words came out by their own will, but I didn't regret them. I was so mad that I was literally screaming.
He looked taken aback by my words but I saw hope and happiness in his green eyes. A frown appeared on his lips and by the way he looked at me, I knew it was going to hurt him. He was going to say something that would hurt him, and that only made me feel even more anxious than before. His eyes were unsure, I could see the unease in him, because he was going to somehow...betray someone and I knew he was feeling uncomfortable with that.
"Who is it, Harry?!" I yelled, growing impatient with each second of silence that passed.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them again and parting his lips to answer me.
"Louis."
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A/N: I wanna see you go crazyyyyyy!! Good stuff are coming and horror things will happen ;) Thanks for reading, love you lots xx