He was nothing. He was of no importance to anyone. He had been living a life in darkness, a life where no light could penetrate his lifestyle. It wasn’t until he met her. The light to show him the way. Yet, he had to keep his secrets hidden from her to keep her safe. Who knew curiosity could lead to your downfall? It’s in his DNA.


8. Seven

The next morning, I awoke as the sunlight fell upon the bed. Harry's arm was still wrapped around my body. I gazed at his features when he was asleep. His hair, his eyes, and even his body. What stood out to me were all the tattoos that were scattered across his body.

It was if an artist had used his body as a canvas to paint the the different markings of each tattoo. There were so many that I had suddenly lost count after trying a few times. "Stop staring." His raspy voice sounded much sexier when he was half-asleep.

I was unaware that he was awake. "I'm not staring, I'm gazing." I told him. A smile played on his lips in the form of a smirk. His eye lids fluttered open and he looked at me with those beautiful green eyes.

How could a man like Harry have such a dark past? He was just so beautiful in his own way, and yet, I liked his mysterious side. It always kept me curious. "What exactly are you gazing at?" he asked.

Everything. "Your tattoos." I replied. He nodded and reached up to brush a stray hair out of my face. "What about them?"

"I'm just curious if they're all meaningful."

"Some are. There's a few about my mum and sister." he said. His sister? I didn't ask the question aloud, but he knew. I guess he could tell by the look on my face. He sat up on his side of the bed and I sat up, leaning against the headboard.

"We were close when we were younger. After our mother passed away, it's like she dropped off the face of the earth." I was hesitant to move and sit beside him, but I did just that. I took his hand in mine and caressed it gently. "I'm here if you want to talk Harry."

He looked down at our hands and into my eyes. "What else do you want to know about me?" He asked and stood up, leaving me on the bed. What is there to know? "Why did you tell me to stay away from Ethan?" I asked.

"He's not a good guy to be around Camille."


"You ask so many questions."

"I'm only curious Harry."

"He's not someone I'd mess around with. He has his reason to do those things to you Cam. I don't know what his intentions are and that's what I'm trying to find out. I know he wants you. I mean, he's clearly shown that."

I didn't really want to deal with the topic of Ethan today. Why did I have to bring it up? "Let's go out and do something fun." I suggested. He turned and faced me, raising an eyebrow. "Fun?"

"Yeah, I'm dying to get out of this apartment anyway."

"What's wrong with my apartment?" His voice turned cold and I looked down to avoid his gaze. I wondered if he was bipolar, but I knew it was only his defensive side. "What I mean was we can't just stay locked up in here." I said.

"There's no other place that's safe Cam."

"I'm safe with you Harry." I was testing which words were okay to use around him, only to avoid his defensive side as much as possible. I needed to coax him a bit in order for him to open up to me, to show me his good side. "Get dressed." He said as he threw on a shirt and a pair of dark jeans.

Well, there's the voice… again. I sighed and got out of bed. I grabbed myself a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and a jean jacket. I put on a pair of boots when I exited the bedroom.

Harry was waiting for me out in the living room. He grabbed his car keys and opened the door. I walked out with my bag slung over my shoulder. I heard the apartment door closed and we walked down the hallway to the elevator.

"You have no need to be protective of me Harry. You being here is protection enough." I said as we walked out to his car and got in. "I just want to make sure you're safe from anyone that would try and hurt you. I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again." he said.

He drove to a local food place where he had decided to treat me for breakfast. He entered the place and were seated in a booth near the window. "When are you going to read one of those poems out to me?" He asked with a smile.

"I'd rather not read them. I'm not ready to." His eyes seemed like they pierced deep into my soul. It's like he knew that if he heard my poems, he'd understand who I really am. "Just one." He said with a slight pout.

There was something about the way he looked in that instant that made me want to kiss him, but I had to restrain myself from doing so. "Okay, only one." I said as I took out the small journal from my bag.

The journal was given to me by my mother when I was younger. Almost all of my secrets were kept in this one journal and now one of them was being spilled out before Harry. I cleared my throat and began to read a poem titled: "Curiosity".

When I finished, I put the journal back into my bag and asked Harry what he thought about it. "What's the back story behind the poem?" he asked.

"Everyone has a curious mind Harry." I replied and took a sip of my coffee. We had already ordered our meals and begun eating. "I don't think you're curious. I think you're just stubborn." he smirked, then took a sip of his drink.

"So are you." I retorted. He raised an eyebrow at me and I just smirked. "Being a smart-ass, aren't we?" I could sense that Harry was warming up to be a bit. After breakfast, he took me to another place where he'd go and think.

"A building?" I looked at him and he just let out a chuckle, then opened the door for me. I entered and followed him up a winding staircase to get to the top of the building. By the time I got to the top, I was exhausted. "What is it with you and rooftops?"

"I just like being up here. It distances me from the rest of the world."

"Don't you already do that?"

"Sure." He sat down on the concrete roof and brought his knees to his chest. I sat down beside him, keeping a small distance between us. "I've never taken anyone up here before."

"Why's that?"

He shrugged, "It defeats the purpose of being alone."

"Well, I should leave you to your thoughts then." I stood up but he reached out and grabbed my hand. I stopped in mid-step and turned my head to face him. "No, I want you to stay." I resumed to sit down beside him and he released his hand.

"There's not a lot of people I trust Cam. Working for an agency, it taught me not to trust anyone, whether it be your family or your friends. The only other person I trusted was my mum."

Other person? "Who's the second?" There was silence between us as he stared out towards the city before us. It felt like forever until he finally answered. "You."

"Me? You hardly trust me Harry? I mean, you barely open up to me about whatever secrets you're keeping from me." I said.

"If I hardly trust you, why did I ask you to stay with me at my apartment? I could've asked any other girl, but I don't trust other girls. I have never told anyone about the agency, except for you and my mum.

"You aren't supposed to know about it anyway. When too much information gets out, someone gets hurt or even…killed. I don't want that to happen to you. I'm not going to let that happen to you. You are going to stay with me until this entire thing, whatever it is, is resolved.

"Do you understand me Cam?" I nodded in reply to his answer. It was becoming clear to me now. The reason for his mother's death was because she knew too much. She was one of the inside people who knew about Harry's secret.

Yet, I felt that there was more than just the agency. I wondered if there was a history between he and Ethan, a dispute of sorts. "Good." he said, then stood up. "Now c'mon, I have one more place to show you."

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