Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Twenty-Three

It has been two days today since Harry's accident. They have kept him in hospital until today, just to be sure that everything is okay. I am supposed to be picking him up in an hour, but I feel so incredibly nervous. I feel afraid almost, that Harry may be worse than he was before. And more importantly, I want to know what happened that night, and why he left my house in the first place. 

After a long time talking myself into it, I walk into the hospital and head to Harry's room, my heart beating very fast. When I came to see him after the accident he told me he was sorry and that he loved me, but I'm scared that he's changed his mind after having time to think. Was I the cause of the accident?

I push his door open and walk over to the chair in the corner of his room where he is sitting, and he looks up at me, a smile over taking his otherwise lifeless face. "Hey." He says, taking my hand and pulling me closer to him, so that I am sitting on his lap. He connects his lips to mine. "I missed you." He whispers. I feel a wave of relief wash over me, but some worry too. Maybe I wanted Harry to change his mind about us, because I'm so afraid of us. I'm so afriad of what he might do to me if I hurt, and more importantly what he might do to himself. "I'm so glad you're okay, Harry." I stand up, "Are you ready to go?" He nods, and we head out and tell his nurse that we are leaving. Luckily everything is okay so she lets us go without hesitation. 

We walk to the car in silence because I feel that I have so much to say, that I don't know what to say at all. "Any plans for today?" Harry asks, as we get in the car. I shake my head, and begin to drive home. He sits in the passenger seat, silently. Sometimes I wish that he could be normal, in the sense that he would hold my hand, or compliment me likes some guys would, but I know he's not like that, and he never will be. 

"You're angry at me." He says once we pull into my street. I frown, but don't say anything. I'm not necessarily mad at him, more just unsure or what I want at this point. "I know what I did was stupid, I get it if you want me to leave." I pull into my drive way and turn off the car. "I don't know what I want, Harry." He sighs, "That's not what I wanted to hear." I look over at him, and see a frown deeply marked in his forehead. I don't want to do this to him, I don't want him to leave, but how can we make it work if the first night here he left in the middle of the night and ended up in hospital? Can I trust him? I mean, I want to but it's so hard. "I can explain last night, I promise." I sit there, wondering if he's going to lie to me, or if he really does have a reasonable explanation. "I couldn't sleep and I had to do something, so I left and ended up at the pub. I only intended on one drink, but I just kept going and I kept thinking about my parents and how they treated me when I was younger, and I got a flashback and it made me so angry... I ended up hitting my dad and stealing their car, and then came the accident." He shakes his head, "I'm sorry, I am."

"I think for now you shouldn't be living with me, Harry. We can find you a place where you can live for a while, and just get used to normal life. I think we rushed into things. I want to be with you, trust me, but I think it's best if we wait a while." He nods. But doesn't say anything, and all I see is a tear roll slowly down his cheek. "I'll go back to the clinic. They said I can go back if I need to." I don't like the idea of Harry being stuck there, but maybe it's for the best. "Go back to the clinic, and leave once I find you a place, okay?" He sighs, "Okay." We go inside and pack his stuff in silence, and I drive him back to the clinic. I park and feel a ting of pain as the memory of Harry and I in the car park together, and how he just walked away from me. I also get a ting of pain at the fact that I turned him down when he came to apologise. And finally, I get a ting of pain at the current circumstane we're in. But more than anything, I am annoyed. The more I think about what happened, the more mad it makes me. He didn't have to leave last night, but he did, and now look what's happened. "I'll see you soon, Alexa." He leans over and kisses my cheek.

I thought Harry was a good person. I honestly believed that and I had faith in him, but now I'm not so sure. Good people don't just have a bad day and start hitting people, and having car crashes. Maybe Harry isn't a good person.