I raise my hand to rub my temples as I suddenly feel dizzy. When will this end. I fucking hate Harry for doing this to me. This is all his fault. I slowly dropped on the ground and pulled my knees up my chest, hugging them tightly as I continue to sob. All I feel rightnow is fear. Anything horrible could happen to me any second, and I'm just sitting here waiting for that.

My head jolted up the moment I heard someone's footsteps coming this way. The first thing I thought was to run so I did. I ran as fast as my legs can take me. Tears were still there streaming nonstop. The only thing I could hear was my heart beating so fast as if it's about to explode. I don't know if I can still do this.

Suddenly, someone roughly grabbed my arm from behind, abruptly stopping me from running, and before I knew what was happening, I was already pushed against a tree. I slightly winced in pain because of the contact.

"Brae." A familiar growl was heard, making me look up to meet a pair of green eyes.

I gasp. "Harry?"

"You're such a bitch, don't you know that?!" He yells in my face.

"Fuck you, Harry! You left me alone in the damn house without telling me! You're the asshole here!" I snap, tears already streaming down my face like a waterfall.

He just glared at me without any response as I fell down on my knees and sobbed. "Why would you do that..." I whisper in between sobs.

I heard a heavy sigh escaped between his lips as he kneels down infront of me. He placed his hand on my knees and I swat it away. "Don't touch me."

"You shouldn't have left the house, Brae. Danger lurks in this place and you should be careful." He tells me, his voice abit calmer now.

"Well, what would you expect? I was scared, ofcourse I would go crazy being alone in the damn house."

"If you were smart enough, you wouldn't have left the house." He barks.

"I'm never smart, okay?! This is all your fault."

"My fault? You came with me in the first place so basically this is all your fault. See what you have brought yourself into?"

"I hate you." I sharply say.

He stands up and offers a hand. I roll my eyes as I declined it and stood up by myself.

"Take me home." I demand, rubbing my eyes with my hand.

"That's what I'm doing." He flatly responds and unexpectedly grabs my hand, tugging me to the other direction.

"Let's go."

I pull my hand off his grip. "I can walk on my own. You don't need to hold me like a five year old."

"I don't want you to put yourself into further danger." He then grabs my hand again, his grip tightening around my wrist.

"No. Let me go." I sternly say, attempting to wiggle my wrist out of his grasp but he was too strong compared to me.

"Shut it." He spat and tugs me to the other direction.

"Can you walk abit faster?" He complains.

"I'm trying." I mumble, trying to walk faster. He couldn't blame me. I was running and shit so obviously my energy is all drained out.

"Fuck!" I gasp as I felt somebody pass behind me in a very quick pace, causing me to immediately turn around. Harry seemed to notice as he also stopped walking.

"What?" He asks me, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"The-there was someone who passed by. I felt it..." I stammered, my lips quivering in fear.

He rolls his eyes. "Brae, noone is gonna hurt you when I'm around, okay?"

"Bu-" I started but was cut off by Harry.

"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but they're everywhere, now stop being a scaredy cat." He then starts to walk, tugging me with him. My whole body trembled as I feel myself almost in the verge of fainting. Instead of making me feel better, he's making everything worse. Why can't he just stop scaring me. I admit, I am a coward person but that's just part of me. I'm fucking born like this. It's in my damn personality, so unfortunately I don't think I can ever get rid of it.

"Shit, you're hand is freezing." He cursed, glancing over to me. He stops walking, causing me to do likewise. I stare at him in bewilderment while he takes his leather jacket off, and unexpectedly gives it to me.

"Uh, I'm fine." I lie.

"Just put it on." He groans.

"Okay." I hesitantly took it and put it on. The jacket was loose, though it was enough to give me warmth. I can't help but inhale his scent and I must say, he smells so fucking amazing.

"Thank you." I tell him, and he gives me nod before we continue to walk. He was only wearing a black t-shirt this time. His biceps were popping out and his abs were well defined beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. I could not stop myself from blushing at how hot he looked. If only he wasn't insane and some asshole, he would've been the definition of perfect.

"Are you cold? You can take the jacket back." I quietly say. I kind of hated the fact that I'm being polite with him despite of the horrible thing he had done to me.

"I barely feel anything, Brae."

"Oh, okay..."

A huge smile crept upon my face as I saw the house. I let out a deep sigh as relief washed through me. "Thank god."

"You stay here, I'll be right back." Harry tells me as we are finally beside the car.

My eyes widen. "What? No. I'll come with you."

"Brae." He warns.

"N-no... What if I die?"

"Are you fucking serious?" He rolls his eyes. "Noone will ever lay a single finger on you, okay?"

"How would you know?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Because I know." He sighs. "Just get in the car and wait for me."

I sigh in defeat as I hop in the passenger's seat. "Lock the door." Harry instructs, and I immediately obeyed.

As soon as Harry was gone, my breathing became erratic. I carefully glanced everywhere, wondering what happened to the screaming girl. I feel guilty for not being able to help her. Perhaps I should tell Harry so he can figure out what to do, that is if he even cares.

Suddenly, I saw a pebble hit the car window, causing me to jump in fright. "Harry?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"This is not funny..." I mutter, feeling my whole body trembling. Can't this horror shit stop already. I'm fucking done with this whole thing.

"Who are you talking to?" A sudden voice spoke, startling the hell out of me as I instantly glanced over to where the voice came from to reveal Harry in a puzzled look.

"You fucking scared me." I breathe out, placing a hand on my chest. I watch him making his way to the other side, and I hurriedly unlocked the door for him before he hops in the driver's seat. He was obviously too lazy to unlock the door with his car keys. Without wasting any time, he starts the engine and drove.

"Why on earth would you throw a pebble at the car?" I ask him.

"Huh?" He looks at me, puzzled.

My eyes widened. "Yo-you didn't do it?"

"Probably."

"Bu-but who?" I stutter.

"Dunno. Random shit."

"How can you act so calm about this?"

"Because, you shouldn't overthink about it."

"You just don't believe me. Admit it."

"I believe every word you say." He smirks.

"So you believe me when I tell you that there's fucking ghosts in that place?"

"Ofcourse." He shrugs. "But I prefer calling them creatures instead of ghosts."

"Are you joking?" I look at him in disbelief. "Then why aren't you scared?"

"Because nothing scares me. How many times do I have to repeat myself." He sternly says, a hint of annoyance clear in his voice.

"Oh." I mutter, lowering my head. "I think I might be going insane."

"Welcome to my world."