I woke up in a dark room. Where am I? I looked around the unfamiliar place and noticed I was on a bed, but it wasn't mine. I sat up and slowly got out of the bed. I walked towards a door and slowly opened it, trying not to make a sound. I walked downstairs and was confused on what this place was. I walked into a kitchen and saw a person standing there by the stove. When I saw the person's face, I saw the man from last night. Harry.
"What am I doing here?" I asked. Harry jumped a bit, being a bit scared. He gave me a worried look and pointed to my head. I gave him a confused look and he grabbed my hand, putting it to my head. It felt bumpy.
"Where is your bathroom?'' I asked. He pointed towards a door. I walked towards it and saw it was in fact a bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw a gash on my head. I looked behind me and at Harry.
"Your name is Harry, right?" he just nodded. "Why aren't you talking?" He just looked down and shook his head. "Can you talk at all?" he nodded. "Then why won't you?'' He looked up again and just shook his head. Obviously he didn't want to talk, and I have no idea why. I just nodded slightly and looked around.
"I like your flat." I stated. He nodded as to say thank you. I wonder what his voice sounds like? He was cute. Tall, muscular, tattoos, pink lips, green eyes, and long wavy brown hair.
"My name is G." I told him. He nodded. "It's short for Ginamarie." He pulled out his phone and started typing. In a matter of seconds, his phone was talking for him.
"Ginamarie is a beautiful name. Why go by G?"
"I've never really liked it, but thank you. Is Harry short for anything?" I asked. He just shook his head. I smiled and looked at him. "How did I end up here?" I asked.
"Somehow, we ran into each other again. You were freezing and you had that gash on your head."
"Oh. Well I don't remember what happened. It was probably my ex boyfriend Andy. I broke up with him last night. He had always been a jerk." Harry just nodded. "Harry?" he gave me a 'what' look. "Can you smile for me?" I asked. He just gave me a small smile. It wasn't real.
"I mean a real one. That isn't real."
"I can't smile for real. It's just not in my nature. I think you should leave. Your parents are probably wondering where you are."
"Yes, I should go. It was nice meeting you, Harry. And thank you." I said, placing my hand on his arm. He pulled away quickly and nodded. I gave him a smile and left.