"Who's Dylan?" I curiously ask him.

"Someone you shouldn't be near with."

"What? Why?" I press in, wanting to know more about this guy.

Harry sighs. "What matters most is your far from him now."

I furrow my eyebrows, not satisfied. "What can he possibly do to me?"

"Enough about him." He sternly says.

"No. I want to know what he's capable of doing since you make it seem like he's so dangerous."

Harry groans, glaring at me. "He is dangerous. That's it. Now, stop being subborn and shut up."

I roll my eyes. "Fine..." Why can't he just tell me? The same with my dad, him knowing me, and that Dylan guy. He has so much to explain and yet I think he doesn't plan on telling me anything. It's so annoying like I can't bare this at all. I deserve to know.

"We're here." He says, parking the car and turns the engine off. I attempted to open the door, forgetting the fact that the child safety lock was still on.

"Hey uh..." I motion towards the door, trying to look less awkward.

Harry turns the child safety lock off and a sigh of relief washed through me as I open the door.

Once I got out the car, he grabs my wrist gently and tugs me towards the entrance of the hotel. I look at him puzzled, wondering why he had to hold my wrist as if I was some kid.

"I can walk on my own." I mumbled, looking up at him.

"I couldn't risk you running away." He sternly states, glancing down at me. I sigh in defeat, knowing that he had a point. I don't trust myself for some reason.

After we checked in, we went to the elevator. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as I look at him, asking another question. I know, I talk a lot.

"Where did you get money?"

"Where did you get that nosy mouth of yours?" He shot back, giving me a glare.

I lower my head. If only I can stop being curious but unfortunately I just can't. I'm this so you have to bare with me, get it Harry?

We walk out of the elevator and searched for our room. Sounds weird calling it our to be honest. I can't believe I'm actually with this person rightnow.

As soon as we found our room, my breathing unevens due to nervousness. Harry unlocks the door and opens it for me. "Girls first."

I roll my eyes as I hesitantly went in. My eyes wandered everywhere, examining every detail in the room. It looked spacious enough and the place looks very comfy. I can't wait to sleep. My eyes then landed on the bed and my mouth immediately fell agape, realizing that there's only one king sized bed.

I stand still, watching Harry sit down on the bed and unexpectedly pats the place beside him, signalling me to sit down. I gulped as I walk over in hesitation.

"Come on." Harry ushers me and I sat down.

I just stayed silent, not knowing what to do. This is so awkward like what the fuck.

To break the silence, I just hurriedly went to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror, shocked how haggard I looked. I try to fix myself and wash my face.

I was thinking about just staying in here but ofcourse I need to sleep. I walk out of the bathroom to see Harry sprawled on the bed, half naked. He was only wearing his boxers and it made me feel so damn messed up. I don't know if I should go over and lie beside him or just sit on some random chair. He is really destroying my moment of sleeping. Though he did pay for this all, so he had every right.

He gives me a glance, and sat up. "Come here."

I shake my head. "Uh... I'll just sleep on the chair."

He furrows his eyebrows. "No. Come here, Brae."

This is so embarrassing. I slowly walk over to him and crawled on the bed beside him. I scotted away, trying my best stay far enough from him.

I hear a light chuckle come out from his mouth as he faced me. I froze, staring at the ceiling infront of me.

"Relax."

I can't relax when I'm with you, okay?!

I nod, no words coming out. "Are you okay?" He asks, sitting up as he noticed that I was completely not okay. I nod again.

He sighs. "I'm not gonna touch you, unless you tell me to."

I look up at him and he smirks. "Let loose. I won't touch you. Don't worry."

I don't know if I should believe him but I just gave him a small nod. He pulls the cover over us and he faces the opposite of me. I sigh in relief as I made myself comfortable on the bed. A part of me wants to ask him so much about his experiences. He seems to have an interesting story.

"Harry?" Welcome back nosy me.

"Yes?"

"Why did you got sent in an asylum? I mean, you honestly seem normal. I hope you don't mind me asking though."

I hear a deep sigh erupt from him. "I'm not normal..."

"Yes you are. I expected you to be crazy and stuff, but you act like a normal person."

"You have no idea how different I am."

I furrow my eyebrows in utter confusion. What does he mean by that? I tried to just brush it off and ask another question. "How long have you been there?"

"Since I was 14." He answers, no emotion in his voice.

"I'm sorry..." I hope my dad is okay there. Probably not. If it was okay there, Harry wouldn't have ran away .

After a moment of silence, Harry jolted up from the bed, startling me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up.

"I... I have to go somewhere." His voice was shaky and it was like his restraining something in him.

I place my hand on his shoulder, trying to make him face me since he was facing the opposite direction.

"Don't touch me." He growls, making me flinch back. It almost sounded unhuman and resembles a demonic growl.

He stood up, still not facing me. He puts his clothes on and walks over to the door. Before he completely walks out, he looks at me. I was utterly confused on what's going on as I just stare at him.

"I'll be right back." He hurriedly says and off he goes, leaving me utterly disoriented.

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