Two Ghosts [h.s]

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Pulling me inside the bathroom Harry has a firm grip on my hand. When we enter, darkness surrounds us but before my brain even has the chance to freak out Harry immediately turns on the light.

Pulling me completely inside I'm pushed against the doorframe.

"Harry, I'm not sure if you can read but the sign says handicap."

"Don't care." Moving his hand behind me, he locks the door. Once it clicks he brings his hands back in front of him, looking at me worried.

"Why are you here?" He speaks frightened. Whisper shouting in chaos. 

"What do you mean why am I here? I work here Harry." does he not understand that one plus one equals two. Is he dumb? 

Harry brushes his hair back exhaling loudly before placing his forehead against the door, leaning his body on me. I swear he mutters, "no" against my shoulder but it was barely audible. No no no no you can't. He murmurs.

"Why is that a bad thing?" I ask questionably in a whisper. This boy gives me migraines. 

His voice comes out stern, "You're just a waitress?"

"Um yeah... im confused though Harry, why is that a bad thing?" My hands that hang to my sides reach to his hips to rest on.

"It's nothing... never mind." he huffs against the door which sounds an echo in the small room. Before I can even question his attitude, he interjects throwing his head down to look at me.

He cups my jaw with both hands and pulls me close. "Are you okay?" For the first time tonight his voice and stare are soft.

"What?" My eyes scrunch.

He traces my skin, "Yesterday. What happened to you when I left. Are you okay?" A light shiver shoots up my body from the recollection. 

"Im fine," I whisper but he looks down at me like I'm talking shit. "Can we not talk about it. I really don't want to think about it." Harry plays with his lip ring in between his teeth.

I look up at him as he ever slowly pulls us closer so we're chest to chest as I whisper, "Well, are you okay?"

"Why would I not be okay?" His brows pull together.

"I don't know, just asked how you were.'' I shrug. Everyone is entitled to not be okay even in situations that aren't about them. Plus I'm much more comfortable talking about others than myself. "Not just about yesterday though. In general" I continue and raise my eyebrows, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He deserves comfort.

Harry squeezes his eyebrows together before bringing his hand up to my chin and tilting my head up, "Violet I'm completely fine. Are you okay was my question?" 

Biting my lip I just weakly shrug, "I'm just tired." I honestly tell him. 

Harry brushes his fingers back and forth on my chin, "Did you sleep last night?"

"No." I barely say, shutting my eyes in clarity before they open again. that's not what my tired means... "kept seeing that boy when I closed my eyes." exhaling part of the truth I only lift my eyes to stare at him. 

Harry pushes my hair behind my ear, "I'm sorry Violet." My eyes scrunch as I watch him battle a war in his mind. "I didn't mean to leave you, I just saw someone and needed to take something up-"

"Not your fault." I dead-pin. "it was mine." Harry's fingers brush my cheek up and down before locking in my hair looking at me seriously.

"None of what happened was your fault, Violet." His voice is firm and I just shake my head back and forth.