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Chapter 25 - Harry

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                                                                25.  

                                                          ●•Harry•●

She’s asleep and she’s adorable.

And no, I’m not talking about Angel. The little girl is beyond sweet when she’s sleeping, and I loved to be the one taking her to bed today, ‘cause she was the one who told me a few stories instead of the other way around. Didn’t last much though, ‘cause I could feel Kirsten’s stare on us, watching our every move. It was late for someone at Angel’s age to be awake, so I just decided to sing her something to sleep, and didn’t take long until she did so.

But as I said before, I wasn’t talking about her.

Kirsten is the one sleeping next to me on the sofa, and once I realized that, I stopped paying attention to whatever was going on TV right now. It’s not like you can keep your eyes off of her after you notice how peaceful and simple she looks while sleeping. She was dead tired, and you could tell that by simply watching the dark bags under her closed eyes. Not only that, but also the way how she talked to me.

It was as if she was drunk, so out of her mind. First, she slapped me and yelled at me for giving Angel a bad example. I didn’t mean to do it! To be honest, I never thought she was going to try climbing up a window, mostly because she’s damn smart and I thought she would notice she doesn’t even get close to the height of my legs. I’m pretty sure she knew that, so the reason why she was climbing that window is still a mystery for me. She was trying to do something else; then she got caught. I know that. I’m just not sure what she was trying to do.

Right after, Kirsten and I had this little argument, and when she talked to me as if I had done the most stupid thing in front of Angel, I felt like exploding. I hadn’t done anything wrong! Angel wouldn’t die if she tried to copy my movements. In the worst of all hypotheses, she would get a scratch. Not that I wanted that to happen, but it wasn’t anything much either. All kids go through some scratches during their childhood. That’s normal.

But what I thought she did in front of Angel made me feel this urge to spat at her face that she was much worse than I was! If Tyler had done that to her on the mall, with everyone looking at them, what was he able of doing at home, near pretty known people? And by how the little girl knew Kirsten’s house, it meant she spent a lot of time there, with that stupid bastard.

I felt anger, not only for what Angel might have seen, but also because of what Tyler did to Kirsten. She’s probably the rudest person I’ve ever met so far, but no girl deserves to be treated the way he treats her. And I couldn’t help but think that that happened constantly. How couldn’t it? Why would he attack her in a public environment if he wasn’t used to that already? The black marks I’d seen on her legs the other day – or at least what I thought I’d seen – only confirmed I was right. And that’s why I said that to her.

That’s why I made sure to get close enough to whisper what I was thinking, ‘cause liking or not, I knew Angel was looking at us. And the old one was the only one who needed to listen to my words. But as soon as I started getting closer to her, it wasn’t anger that I felt only. While she stayed there, just staring at me with wide eyes, static, her mouth hanging a bit open… I felt like… Like kissing her.

While we were that close, I could feel her scent flooding my nostrils and I knew what was about to happen. My heart beat faster on my ribcage and I could feel the blood running faster through my veins. And when anger mixes with attraction we all know what comes next. But I couldn’t kiss her! I couldn’t kiss her roughly as I wanted to, because Angel was staring, and because she knew Kirsten had a boyfriend. She had a boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time I thought about it that night, but yet, I couldn’t stop what I was feeling towards her. Since the moment I arrived that house I knew I should walk away. When Kirsten tried to leave and I held her, the same feeling spread on my whole body, and I kept telling myself she was taken. Not that it helped much, though.