Wandering

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My Mom had drank too much wine. She was so drunk. I don't even know how much she had drunk to be like how she was acting. Her speech was slurred. Her balance was... anyhting but balanced. This wasn't the woman I knew. Know? I don't even know.

"Chiara I think you should stay the night with your mother. I doubt it's a good idea for you to home." Dr. Hunt says to me. I nod in reply, unsure of what to say. 
"Harry show her up to the guess room." He nods to his son.
"Ok Dad. Night." 

I follow Harry up the stairs in silence, mocking his movements. When we reach the top of the stairs he directs me to a door opposite his bedroom. He opens the door for me and holds it so I can walk in. I take a step in and turn around to look at Harry. He's making eye contact with me for the first time since he apologised.

"Thanks." I say with a half smile.
"For what?" His voice has no tone of care.
"Dinner. Defending me." I answer."
"Well I could tell your mom would flip and I know how much you already hate it here. I didn't want to make it worse." He says quietly.
"I appreciate it. I really do." I say with a genuine smile.

Harry gives a smile back to me, showing kindness in his own way. We stare at each other in a comfortable silence. Neither of us speak up, appreciating the moment where the both of us are civil towards each other. 
"I can help you get back?" He says, as more of a question.
"Dad's working on it. Thank you though."
"He really loves you huh?" 
"Yeah, my Dad's done a lot for me the past few months." 

"No. I meant Romeo." 

Romeo. I wouldn't think Harry to be someone to think high of Romeo. 
"I think I love him too." I reply, unsure of how it would make Harry feel.
"I know." 

Harry leaves me alone and I sit on the bed. I don't even know what happened today. Harry apologised. Harry told me he was jealous. Harry defended me. Harry accepted me and Romeo. He had been the one who disapproved our relationship the most, well second after my mom. I guess he wants to see me happy. Do I hurt him when I'm upset? 

I close my eyes and hit my head against the pillow. I don't want to think of Harry anymore, it stresses me out too much. I am grateful as to what he's done for me in this day alone but it seems suspicious. I hope he really meant it when he offered to help me go back to Italy. If this all goes to shit...

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I wake up in a room I don't know. I look at each walls. They're plain white. I rub my eyes a little and everything about yesterday comes to mind. Chris and Ben. The store. Dinner. Harry. 
I still can't get over the deal with Harry. He literally apologised to me? 

I walk out the door, pulling a hoodie over my head that was placed on the chair in the corner of the room. It smells like bacon. I take the stairs and walk to the kitchen without trying to get lost. I see Harry cooking the bacon in the pan. His Dad and my Mom aren't here yet. I assume my moms hungover and Tom is taking care of him. 

"Morning." I say with a yawn.
"Hey." Harry says in a deep morning voice.

I take a seat at the stool where I sat yesterday and rest my head in my hands as if I'm the hungover one, not my mom. I sigh and look back up to Harry watching me.
"Bacon? Nice hoodie by the way." He asks, the second part with a smirk. I guess we're back to the usual Harry.
"Uh why not? Why, is it yours?" I ask, referring to the hoodie.
"Yeah. Keep it, I have too many anyways. And I assume most of your new clothes are in Italy anyway." He says with a shrug.
"Yeah... thanks." 

He plates some bacon on my plate and serves some toast and egg. I don't take the egg since I'm not a huge fan. Unless it's scrambled egg made by Romeo. I feel my mood change when I think about Romeo. I just wish I could tell him I love him. My biggest regret in life.