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We'll be alright
Harry was picking up the contents of the bathroom cabinets as Avery walked out of her bedroom. She was now wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a loose knit jumper, her hands were still shaking and her plaster was only sticking on one side, revealing the cut.
"My plaster came off," She murmured, "are there any more?"
He picked himself up from the floor before looking her way. Her sweater was massive and it made her look even smaller. The bags under her eyes were darker than he had ever seen them and she was still visibly shivering. "Yeah, follow me." While Harry cut another plaster at her kitchen counter, Avery's eyes moved through the expanse of her apartment. The balcony door is closed, all of the broken glass is gone, everything is off of the floor, and the CD player is back on the bookshelf.
"Ave? Come here." She walks over to the counter and Harry carefully takes off the old plaster before covering her wound with the new one. "What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"
She shakes her head, eyes fixed on the plaster and his fingers softly caressing the palm of her hand. "I-I just felt so... so lonely and everything seemed to be crushing me a-and it was so quiet, Harry. So quiet and Oliver was gone and the CD player wouldn't work and the piano didn't sound like when you played it and everything was so, so much" she rambles as tears started to form in her eyes again. She didn't want to keep crying, it seemed like all she had done lately was cry.
He carefully wiped her tears away with his thumb before pulling her into a hug. For a moment, everything felt fine. It was almost like what happened in the past hours was a dream. Like Harry didn't rush here because she called him crying. Like he hadn't just cleaned up the huge mess she had made in her own home.
Then suddenly, Avery's thoughts drifted to him leaving again. It felt like it was inevitable. Like no matter how much she protested he would always be on the verge of walking right out of the door. "You can't leave," She mumbled into his shirt, the tears that had ceased only moments ago making their way back. "Please don't leave, at least not tonight."
"I won't. I won't leave, Ave." He leaned back from the hug slightly, trying to give her a small, hopeful smile. He knew it didn't reach his eyes, and she did too. She couldn't blame him for it.
"I'm so scared."
"What are you scared of?"
"I don't want this to happen again. I don't want to be like that again." Nothing Harry could say felt right. He couldn't stomach telling her that this wouldn't happen again when he wasn't so sure of it himself. "Then you call me, okay? And we'll fix it. We'll make it better."
Harry brought his hands up to her cheeks as she nodded in agreement. He wiped away the remainder of her tears before letting her go completely. The exhaustion in Avery finally started to settle in as she led Harry to her living room. The clock struck 3am as she swaddled herself in one of the many blankets strewn about her couch, sitting in a miserable heap. "My mind is racing again..." She sighs, closing her eyes before speaking again. "Can you play something on the piano?"
Harry nods but as he moves from his spot in the far corner, and the faint light from the street falls onto his face, Avery notices for the first time that night his tired eyes. She curses herself for not paying enough attention to it, being too wrapped up in what was happening to herself to even think about him.
"No," She interrupts his movements. "We should sleep. Don't play, I know you're tired." She makes her way out of the blanket swaddle and takes his hand before he can sit down in front of the instrument.
"I just want you to know that I would have whipped out dome Rod Stewart now and you would have loved it." He had never played a single Rod Stewart song in his life. His piano skills are not good enough for that.
Avery emits a small giggle and shakes her head before leading him to her bedroom, closing the door behind them. "Uhm... you can have the right side, I sleep better when I am closer to the window."
"I can sleep on the sofa, ave. You don't need to-"
"Nope." She refuses his offer, getting another blanket out of the wardrobe. "I've spent many nights on that sofa and I know how uncomfortable it is, so you sleep here. You don't need to change, do you?"
Harry was still dressed in his sweatpants and t-shirt, he didn't think to change before rushing here after her call. That wasn't important. He shook his head, watching her crawl into her bed and pull the blankets atop her figure. He turned off the overhead light and made his way into bed as well.
"Harry?" she whispers, turning her body so she is laying on her side. She can see his light silhouette in the dark room.
"Hm?'' His chest gently rises as he turns his head to face her, his own forest green eyes meeting her cerulean blues.
"Thank you for coming here. You didn't have too, but I am so glad you did."
"It's okay, ave. That's what friends are for. I'll always be here for you... always." He replies with closed eyes. She shuffles closer to him.
"I've never had someone be here for me. I'm happy it's you." Too tired to think of something coherent to say, he takes her small, dainty hand into his own, giving it a soft squeeze. As he is about to pull his hand away, Avery latches onto it harder, leaning her head on his arm. Harry chuckles softly at her actions but lets them proceed.
"Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Avery."
They both slowly drifted off to sleep, and for the first time in what seemed to be forever, Avery wasn't scared of the nightmares that had haunted her for so long. If Harry was here, with her, everything would be better. It wouldn't be as scary.
Ahh back with a bang. I hope you guys enjoy this small update, and know that I will now be updating twice a week starting after the new year. Stay safe, loves♥️✨🦋
