Teddy Love

I'm in love with a stuffed toy - my teddy bear...

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"Hey Harry, what were you doing in school anyway?" I curiously ask.

"You know, Nicolas."

"Oh yeah." I nod. "Where are we going, by the way?"

"You'll see." He smirks. I sort of feel nervous for some reason, however I know I can trust him. If he's around me, I know I'm safe.

"So Harry..." I start, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Yeah?"

"Were you serious about the girlfriend thing?" I ask in full hesitation. Ofcourse, I know he was lying, but I want it coming out from him. Also, I don't get why he had to lie infront of Julie. He can just simply say no, and that's it.

"No, ofcourse not." Ouch... Honestly that hurts even though I expected that already.

"I just wanted to see that slut's reaction. I can tell she was desperate to fuck me, and she should know that I'm not interested in her." He continued, and I nod in agreement. I slightly chuckled when he called Julie a slut, and it's funny how she used to call me that numerous times. Though, it's quite hard to imagine that he doesn't have any interest in her since she always get the boys. She's gorgeous, popular and hot so yeah.

"Okay." I mumble, and took my phone out of my jean pocket. Since it's so damn boring, I want to listen to music. I scroll down my list of songs that I have on my phone, until I found the right song which is entitled, 'Same Old Love' by Selena Gomez. I don't know if Harry will get bothered if I play it without earphones... Well I got no choice since I don't have my earphones with me rightnow. Oh well. I pressed play and the song started.

"What kind of song is that?" Harry instantly asked in disgust.

I raise my eyebrow. "An amazing song ofcourse."

"Sounds immensely ridiculous in my opinion." He shrugs.

"No it's not." I protest as I frown at him.

"In my opinion, it is, Brae."

"Whatever then." I shrug as I continue to let the song take over me.

"Turn that off." He groans in annoyance.

"No way." I roll my eyes.

"What the fuck." Harry cursed as he unexpectedly grabs the phone from my hand.

I gasp. "Harry! Give me back my phone." I try to take my phone back but his hand was too far to reach, especially with those long arms.

"Brae, I'm driving, do want us to crash and die?"

I huffed as I sat back in my seat. "Ugh." I grumbled, my eyebrows narrowed and my arms folded over my chest like a stubborn child. I glare at Harry as soon as the song stopped playing.

"That's more like it." He smiles to himself.

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"Uh, where are we?" I nervously ask Harry as my eyes wandered around the spooky forest. We've been driving for awhile, and I honestly didn't care but as soon as I noticed that we were going into the woods, that just made me anxious as hell.

"You'll see."

"I don't feel good about this." I mutter. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of horrible possibilities that might happen, and that just makes me want to get out of this car and run for my life, but maybe I'm just overreacting.

My palms started to sweat and my breathing became uneven once I caught a glimpse of an old abandoned house. My mind immediately got bombarded with more awful thoughts. "Are you going to rape me?" I reluctantly ask, my voice quivering.

"What? No." He frowns as he parks the car infront of the house, and hops out, leaving me bewildered.

"Are you coming or what?" Harry calls out.

"Ye-yeah wait." I stammered, as I quickly went out of the car, and approached Harry's side. I quietly stare at him in awe as his eyes was eyes fixed on the house. I wonder what he's thinking of.

"Let's go in." He mumbles, and walks over to the door. I just followed behind him, cautious of my surroundings. I don't think going inside the creepy house is a good idea. Who knows what terrifying shit lurks in there.

"This is scary." I warily say, as we step inside the house. I slightly jumped when I heard Harry close the door.

My eyes scanned every detail in the room, not expecting the place to look like this. It's not that dirty than I anticipated it would be. However, you can clearly see how old the house is. The furnitures looked antique, and the walls and floors looked quite worn out. All in all, this house screamed hunted to me, and I can't help but shiver at that thought. I'm curious as to why we're here though.

"Who's house is this?" I quietly ask Harry as I watch him sit on the couch.

"Mine."

My mouth parted. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Why is nobody living in here?"

"Because they're all dead." He sharply replies.

I gulp and shivered at his statement as my eyes carefully examined the whole place once again. "I'm sorry." I mutter. I think he might be referring to his parents.

"No need be sorry. They deserve it anyway." He shrugs, and I gasp. He can't just say that what the fuck.

"Deserve it?! They're your family Harry." I tell him, trying so hard to resist my ooanger.

"And? I don't really care about them." He nonchalantly says. Okay, that's it.

"What the hell, Harry. If it wasn't for them you wouldn't be here rightnow."

"Well, I don't want to be here." He snaps and stands up."I never wanted to live in this goddamn world."

My frown slowly disappeared. "Why?"

"Because I'm a fucking menace." He let out a sigh and sat back down on the couch.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What is he talking about?

"I don't want to talk about this." He harshly says.

"But Harry, I think you have serious problems, and you can't just keep them to yourself. It will only make it worse for you."

"Why do you even care?" He groans in frustration.

"Because you're my friend." I mumble as I slowly walk closer to him.

He narrows his eyebrows as he stares at me intently. He seemingly doesn't believe me from the looks of it. He shook his head as he stood up and walked over to the large window. I try to figure out what he was doing, but turns out he was just looking outside.

I approach him and went by his side. I curiously look outside, wanting to know what he was staring at. I don't really see any interesting stuff going on outside. Just a bunch of trees and Harry's car.

"What are you looking at?" I quietly ask him.

"There here."