The Million Dollar Man

<< I don't want to talk. >> I muttered, and moved forwards to attach my lips to his. Instead of pushing me away, Harry accepted me actions, letting out a light sigh as he did so.

We had known each other since we were ten years old. He knew that I was never one to talk about my feelings, but ended up knowing exactly how I felt all the time.

He knew I didn't want to shag him; I wanted to numb the unrecognizable pain that was taking over my being.

Multiple emotions had erupted over me, and this was the only way I knew how to make me forget anything.

<< We'll talk about it in the morning. >> His voice was firm and authoritative, but I just absentmindedly nodded my head, my hands quickly undoing his belt. His let out a light chuckle and lifted me up, carrying me into his bedroom while leaving multiple marks over my body with his mouth.

I let out a small gasp when he dropped me onto his bed, his large frame quickly covering mine as he place a knee on either side of my body. He leaned down his head down to connect our lips, when he froze, his eyes locked on mine. « Bloody hell, »> he muttered, falling to the side of me.

<< What? >> I questioned, my hands finding their way to the buttons of his shirt. He slapped them away angrily and stood up, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner.

<< What has he done to you? >> He questioned, his eyes meeting mine.

I pouted and began pulling my own shirt off. << Harry, please, come on. >>

He watched silently as I pulled my skirt off, leaving me only in my underwear. I made my way over to him, making sure I swayed my hips in a seductive manner.

A groan of frustration left Harry's lips, and he pushed me back onto the bed, collapsing on top of me.

We continued to resume our previous actions, before Harry let out a string of curse words and stood up once more. This time, before I could say anything, Harry leaned down and grabbed my recently bruised arm, thanks to Sebastian, and hauled me to my feet.

<< You're wasted. >> He muttered.

<< Am not, >> I protested. Sure, I had a lot to drink at the bar, but after running for nearly two hours in the streets of London, I had pretty much sobered up.

He didn't respond and began marching off, dragging me with him in the process. I stumbled and tripped in the dark, then was blinded by the light as he pushed me into a new room.

Everything was moving much too quickly for me, for when I heard the water running, I still had yet to understand his actions.

<< You were never like this before. >> I said, glaring at him. << What happened? Erectile dysfunction ? >>

Harry whirled around to face me, anger written over his features. He reached out and easily snatched me up, and pulled me through the glass doors.

A gasp of shock and surprise left my lips as the cold water pelted down on my, soaking my entire body. I desperately tried to move away, but Harry held me still, right under the stream of icy water from his shower.

<< S-Stop! >> I gasped out, my breathing irregular. Harry only shook his head, his jade green eyes focused on mine.

After a few minutes, he turned off the water and exited the shower, droplets of water spraying off of him and onto the bathroom floor.

Long gone was my urge to numb myself through sex. I felt cold and empty now, and in need of someone to talk to- which was a rarity for me.

Harry re-entered the bathroom, now wearing new clothes, and held out a towel and large shirt for me to take. I shakily accepted the towel, and wrapped it around my shivering frame.

He didn't say a word as I stood there, shaking like a leaf. His lips were pursed and he eyes were distant, evidently telling me he was thinking about something.

I didn't realize he was even watching me, so when the first tear fell, I was surprised that he gingerly wiped it away. He held me close as the dam broke and the tears cascaded down my cheeks, but not once did I let my sobs ring out. I kept them. bottled in, no matter how much it physically pained me to do so.

<< I haven't changed, Ev. » Harry whispered, << You have. >>

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Harry Edwards was part of a gang- to be honest, I really only associate with gang members.

The gang he was a part of wasn't anything serious, and had more power in Ireland, where the majority of their connections were.

When I said I had no friends in school, well, I hadn't included Harry. When I began working for London's Eyes, he had started working also. It was then that the two of us formed some sick relationship with a mutual understanding when it came to work.

I fell in love with Harry, and I will always love him- but we weren't right for each other.

They say that your first love will always remain a part of you throughout your life, but it's your true love that you spend your life with.

<< I'm going down to get a cuppa, you up for one? » Harry offered, sitting up in his bed. He hair was messy and his morning voice made me smile.

<< Sure. >> I said, nodding my head happily.

Over the last two days, I had been able to talk to Harry, and even though I held back on my inner feelings, I knew he understood me.

That was just the way Harry was.

I sighed and leaned back on the bed, the warmth trapped in the blankets quite relaxing.

My mind began to drift off elsewhere, when a deafening bang echoed from down stairs.

I didn't hesitate to fly out of the bed and run down the stairs. My body came to a halt when I saw an unconscious Harry sprawled out across the floor, two broken cups of tea shattered around his body.

The amount of fear and dread hit my like a tsunami, and I felt my chest tighten and spots invade my vision.

«< You didn't think I'd actually let you get away, my sweet Evelyn. >> His gruff, void of emotion voice was the only sound to be heard.

<< How was your vacation ? >>

With that said, my eyes rolled back and my body collapsed forwards, a pair of hands catching me just before I hit the ground.

There was one thought that crossed my mind as I passed out-

They're going to fucking kill me.