The wooden floor I walked along was dark and nearly empty. There weren´t any shelves or something decorative. However I had to think about Nathan and Niall. The memories made me shivering, the blood. Everything.
I slowly slipped to the ground and pulled my knees on, to wrap my arms around them. I still wore my grey pullover and the skinny jeans, but had to admit, I felt like a whore after this thing with Harry just happened. How could he get me that easily?!
I rested my head on my knees and closed my eyes. If Niall would be here… He reminded me of Nathan. The old Nathan, who was able to love and not addicted to drugs and shit like cigarettes. Niall was like the old Nathan. As he took my hand although he knew, that he would even get more hurt by Harry. How he smiled at me and said that he were sorry, although we both knew, it was my fault. I never should have touched him or smile. It was fucking creepy. Harry was fucking creepy.
The expression in his dark eyes as he was beating the crap outta Nathan and I wasn´t able to do something. I felt so terrible just for standing there and watching him. How his fists hit Nathan and the blood…
Tears welled up in my eyes and I rested my head on my knees.
“Hey Elaine.” somebody woke me up gently by rubbing my back. I shot up and found myself next to Niall. It was still dark and shit, it was fucking cold in this floor!
“What are you doing here?” he whispered and grinned at me, which made me smile. It must have been 3am or something like that.
“I just don´t wanted to sleep at Harrys.” I replied and he pulled me up to my feet.
I just don´t wanted to sleep with him, just don´t wanted to be some slutty toy.
Niall smiled at me and rushed through his blonde hair.
“You can take my bed if you want…” he said and smiled shy.
“You´re stupid?! She won´t sleep in your fucking bed.” Harry suddenly yelled and walked over next to me. Niall made fists and gritted his teeth.
“Don´t you dare fucking hurt or rape her again.” he growled and gently pulled my behind him.
Harry´s eyes got dark and fiery immediately and he pulled Niall up by his collar, pushing him hard against the wall and earning a gasp from Niall.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY FUCKING BASTARD?!” he shouted and punched him.
“HARRY!” I yelled and grabbed his arms, but he threw Niall to the ground and took my wrists.
“Don´t talk to him anymore.” he growled and pulled my down the floor back to his room. I wasn´t able to look back to Niall, but his pain was my pain too. And it hurted a lot.
Harry shut the door behind us and immediately let go off of my wrists.
“I´m sorry if I ever hurted you.” he murmured and hugged me tight. His cheek felt warm against mine and I frowned. He was so fucking bipolar.
“Elaine…” someone whispered and softly run his warm fingers over my naked arm. The blanket felt so warm and soft like clouds. I could lay in this bed forever. Wait… why was my arm naked?! I turned around immediately and Harry´s eyes met mine. The sun made stripes on the blanket and I rushed through my hair.
“Wait…. WAIT DID WE…?!” I shouted, but Harry just laughed and shook his head.
“C´mon beautiful. You´re still wearing something!” he said and grinned at me. I pushed the blanket away just to see that I wore a wide old red shirt and some jogging pants from Harry. Wow, they kinda felt comfortable.
“Oh.. uhm sorry… I thought…” I excused.
“We´d have sex?” he laughed.
I got red and stared at him.
“You´re so fucking annoying, you know?” I said but he just grinned and pulled the blanket over me.
“Hey, at least I felt your body against mine and babe it was great. The next time you won´t be wearing my clothes.” he said and grinned.
I sighed and had to grin. Then I closed my eyes again and cuddled in the blanket.
“It´s creepy.” I murmured into the pillow.
“What?” he asked behind me.
I turned to him, just to see his reaction. His didn´t wear a shirt, which made it harder, cause I didn´t know, if he just weren´t wearing a shirt… His tattoos made look him beautiful, I really had to admit this. I wasn´t some of this punk girls, but I liked his tattoos in some way.
“That I´m sharing a bed with some guy I just know for one day. In addition he just had been beaten the crap outta two guys in front of my eyes. And he´s fucking bipolar!” I said and smiled.
Harry laughed and raised an eyebrow.
“You just called me bipolar?!” he asked and laughed.
“Yes, But I like it… somehow.” I replied and smiled back.
I liked the soft side of him.