“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.”

“Then take my hand and we’ll run together.”

Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running.

Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same.

Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day.


This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!


13. Welcome Home

Harry slipped his hand into mine, gazing down at me as if he was saying ’ready?’ as we stood outside his front door to the flat. He gave me his crooked smile as I nodded at him before he turned the key in the lock. He pushed the door open, exposing the familiar flat that I vaguely remembered. Soft tingles ran down my spine, remembering Harry’s toned body lying on top of mine, his lips tangled with my own.

Harry led me in, throwing the keys onto the table by the door; his hand slipped out of mine, letting me explore the place. I smiled to myself as my eyes wandered around the room. I’ve haven’t experienced living somewhere this secure, this homely since my parents died.

I heard the door close behind me before a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. Harry laced his fingers on my stomach as he rested his chin on my shoulder, his curly hair gently brushing my ear.

“Welcome home,” he muttered.

I laughed as he gently nudged my head to one side. Slow kisses began making their way down my neck. My head lolled back onto his shoulder as his lips tenderly caressed my skin, sucking and nibbling. His hands soon parted on my stomach to rest them on my sides lightly to pull me closer to him. I let out a soft groan of approval as he pressed me against his body, his fingers digging into my hips. My arm rose for my hand to blindly find the curls on Harry’s head. I fisted the hair on the back of his head, tugging roughly at it. A throaty groan hummed from behind me. I repeated it, feeling Harry’s finger dig tighter into my skin with pleasure.

The moment was quickly getting heated. Harry trailed his kisses down my neck to my shoulder, squeezing my sides every few moments. I still tugged at his curls, enjoying the repeated noise I got from the man behind me.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I felt his lips run back up my neck, knowing how Harry loved to be in control. He groaned softly between kisses, sending warm shivers under my skin. I slowly turned my head to the side, his lips hovering over mine. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop. I turned around to face him, resting one hand on the back of his neck, my other on his back as Harry’s strong arms embraced me again. I slowly wove my fingers in his hair, smiling as Harry’s teeth had caught my bottom lip, sucking lightly on it.

I eventually tore away, kissing the corner of his mouth then his jawline. I wanted to feel in control now. A smile grew out on his gorgeous lips as I kissed his skin, his humming under my touch making me chuckle. My heart started beating dangerously fast in my chest, but I ignored it, gripping Harry’s hair to tilt his head back, making him groan up to the ceiling.

That’s when I could feel it under my lips, his blood. My whole body suddenly grew hot, my muscles stretching as I grew more excited. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on Harry and I, but it was constantly there in the back of my mind. My hand tightened in his hair, my fingertips digging into his back. I heard Harry wince. I tightened my arm around him, forcing him harder up against me. A jolt of power pulsed inside my chest, but it wasn’t me in control anymore. It was this beast. My strength was increasing by the second, my teeth ripping through my gums. Harry struggled in my arms.

“Rosie…Rosie, what’s going on?” he asked frantically, trying to pull my arm away from him. I pushed on the back of his head with my hand, forcing his neck closer to my mouth.

“Rosie, please. Stop!”

His voice was distant as he squirmed in my arms. I opened my mouth, my bottom lip grazing his neck. I could already feel the taste, the blood trickling down my throat. I licked my dry lips, breathing in as the smell of his blood flew up my nose. But Harry’s voice pierced into my ear, the pain in his tone unbearable.

“Rosalie, control it! I know you can. Please, stop this. Just listen to me!”

I quickly shoved him away, my body screaming at me that it craved blood. I pressed my hands into the sides of my head, squeezing my eyes shut. Harry stood a few feet from me, his voice trying to get through to me. My ears were ringing, my head throbbing as I forced myself to stop giving into the urge. My body was slowly giving up, my teeth large in my mouth. Harry stepped towards me, his arm outstretched.

“No! Don’t come near me!” I screamed, taking a shaky step back. “Stay away! I-I don’t want to hurt you!” I suddenly flung my head back, screaming out in pain. My muscles felt as though they were being ripped apart. I stumbled back from him until I hit the counter in the kitchen. A loud sob burst from me as I leaned back against it heavily. I brought my hands up to my face, crying heavily into them. My head pounded harshly, my body shaking uncontrollably. The tingling in my body slowly began to fizzle away, the rips in my muscles healing inside of me again. My chest jerked as my crying quietened to a sob.

I could feel Harry’s concerned eyes on me from across the room. He was wondering whether to comfort me. I heard him take a deep breath, about to say something. I pulled my head up from my hands, my red swollen eyes connecting with his. He had tears in his own, silently running down his face. I had done this to him. I had made him cry. I hated myself.

“Rosie,” Harry eventually whispered, brushing the tears from his cheeks. He stepped closer to me and this time I let him.

“Harry,” I sobbed before stumbling over to him, falling heavily into his arms. I flung my arms around him, blubbering like a child into his chest. His arms enveloped me, his hand rubbing my back. “I’m so sorry,” I cried before burying my face into his shirt. Harry stayed silent and I preferred it like that. He always knew when not to speak. That’s one of the things I loved about him. He understands me, knows what I want and don’t want.

We held each other for ages. And I loved every moment of it. I haven’t been held like this in a long, long time. He rocked us gently, whispering calmly into my ear to comfort me. I shook violently in his hold, burying my tear stained face into the material of his top. I had let him down tonight. I knew how I reacted to intimacy, yet I let it happen. I put Harry in danger tonight, and I knew deep down it would only get worse.

Harry withdrew, gazing down at my frail body. Warm hands were rested on my upper arms, keeping me from falling in exhaustion. He pulled my shoulders forward, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. I let my eyelids droop, feeling his soft lips pressed against my skin. He let his lips linger there for several moments, his touch so warm, so comforting knowing he was with me.

Harry eventually withdrew, a warm grin lighting up his whole face. My hand was soon captured in his larger one to lead me over to the sofa. Harry sat down on one end. I perched on the sofa next to him, my legs feeling exhausted. Suddenly my waist was caught in his large hands, my body hauled from the sofa and placed onto Harry’s lap. I grinned weakly through the tears as he held me close, long arms keeping my body to his chest. I curled up onto his lap, knees to my chest as I buried my face into Harry’s strong chest. He held me silently as I cried and cried. Harry ran his fingers through my hair as I let the tears silently escape my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I eventually whispered, lifting my head from his chest and staring at his blurry face.

Harry rubbed his thumb under my eyes, letting a smile play on his perfect lips. I could feel my bottom lip starting to quiver, a mixture of emotions running around inside of me, joy that Harry really did love me, dread that one day I may give into the urge, and I may hurt him. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from crying again.

“I got too overexcited,” I murmured. “I try to control it, I really do. I just can’t,” I cried, feeling anger rise inside of me. “I hate myself,” I spat. “This thing that I am is stopping me from doing normal things in life. I can’t even kiss you without wanting to-” I cut myself off, the thought of the end of the sentence sending daggers down my spine. I shuddered. “I just wish I could control it. I have these amazing abilities. I could help people. I could save lives. I want to use my abilities for good, Harry, instead of killing people. I don’t want to be a killer anymore.”

Harry continued to run his fingers through my hair softly, smiling down at me.

“It’s okay, Rosie. I understand,” he muttered. “We’ll take it slow. I won’t rush you into anything. We’ll do this one step at a time. Together.”

His words brought a warm smile to my lips. I nodded sheepishly, my body feeling calm and relaxed in his presence. But I could never forget the fright in his face when he saw what I was earlier.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asked softly.

I nodded again, not trusting my voice at this moment. As soon as we were stood, Harry captured my hips in his hands, tugging my body to his. I smiled sheepishly at his touch, eyes widening a little as his lips grew closer to mine. But he didn’t do anything, just gazed into my eyes. And that’s all I wanted.

“You can have my bed tonight,” Harry spoke.

“A-are you sure?” I asked. “I mean I’ve slept on that horrible mattress for ages. The sofa will be fine for me.”

“No, I want you to be comfortable,” Harry spoke. “You’ve been living in that horrible place for ages. You deserve a break.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Harry brought up a large hand between us, the expanse of his palm pressed to my mouth. I smiled against his skin, seeing the determination flicker in his eyes. He wasn’t going to give up. His eyebrows rose in my direction until he finally thought I would stop protesting and removed his hand again.

“Come on,” Harry spoke, offering me his hand. I took it, letting his fingers slip between mine. He led me into the bedroom, turning the light on and exposing clothes thrown about across the room, the covers of the double bed ruffled up. I watched in amusement as Harry dashed about the room, clearing everything up. He shoved clothes into the washing basket in the corner of the room, quickly making the bed.

“Do you need to borrow any pyjamas?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll sleep in this.”

Harry’s eyes wandered down my body, concerned lines taking over his forehead. “Are you sure? I mean I have pyjama bottoms if you need them.”

“Honestly, I’m fine, Harry,” I smiled.

His eyes soon flickered back up to my own, embarrassment taking over his face as he realised he was staring at me. “Well they’re in that drawer over there if you need any,” he mumbled, glancing to his right at the chest of drawers before staring back at me.

“Thanks,” I replied.

Harry smiled and kissed me softly on the cheek, his nose pressed lightly into my skin before pulling back. I gave him a soft smile as he grabbed his pyjamas to wear tonight and walked out, glancing back at me before shutting the bedroom door.

Once he was gone, I let my eyes wander around the large room. A double bed was placed on the right wall, the head against the wall. A wardrobe stood to its left a few feet away, shiny brass knobs on either door. I sensed Harry’s strong scent in the room, encircling me sweetly. I aimlessly strolled around the room, peering in drawers and his wardrobe. Several pairs of skinny black jeans were hung up as well as Hollister and Ramones t-shirts and large jumpers and shirts. I ran my hand along his clothes. His scent was strong on his clothes, making me smile to myself.

I finally closed the wardrobe door, shuffling over to his black desk. I picked up a few colognes with some foreign words on there I didn’t understand, but they looked expensive nonetheless. Then my eyes caught a picture displayed in a frame. A smile appeared on my face as I stared at a cute little blonde boy smiling at the camera. I instantly recognised the dimples and the cheeky grin. I hugged myself as I wondered who the other two people were either side of him. His parents maybe? They were all sat at a table under the sun, the two adults wearing shades. Tears swelled in my eyes suddenly. I tried blinking them away, but they soon fell down my cheeks. He looked so happy, so innocent. It reminded me of my picture too much, safe in my back pocket, but the smile was still on my face despite the tears trickling down my cheeks.

I eventually looked away. Suddenly exhaustion hit me. I slowly unbuttoned my old shirt, letting it fall off of my shoulders and to the ground by my feet. As I stood in my bra and jeans I began considering Harry’s offer to wear his pyjamas. I wanted to be constantly surrounded by his smell, his things he slept in last night. I searched through the drawers for pyjama bottoms, craving to feel as though Harry was with me through the night.

I finally pulled out a pair of stripy bottoms before pulling the picture of me and my parents out of the pocket. I held it tight in one hand, slipping off my scruffy, ripped jeans as I did so. For a moment I caught my reflection in the full length mirror against the wall. I stared at myself. My expression was still, my eyes taking in my slim body as I wondered why someone as gorgeous, as gentle as Harry would go for someone like me.

My stomach suddenly grumbled, but I was used to it. I sighed heavily before covering my legs with the pyjama bottoms. I smiled as the warmth covered my weak legs. I grabbed a baggy jumper from Harry’s wardrobe and put it on before I turned the light off and shuffled into bed. I placed the folded picture on the bedside table before slipping under the covers.

Darkness had filled the room, little light seeping in through the gap in the curtains. I laid under Harry’s bed sheets, staring up at the darkness above me for ages. I cradled the back of my head in my hands, letting a smile grace my face. I felt at home for the first time in seventeen years. I could hear Harry’s soft snoring. It was almost comforting knowing he’s right outside of the room, protecting me. I finally let my eyelids droop, shuffling deeper under the covers as sleep beckoned me.

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