Nightingale

thirty-five

This is another long one so enjoy!

Harry's POV

Peace is nice. Peace is calm. Peace is blissful.

Peace is also absolutely terrifying. Although it is much needed after the week we had in this house, I'd much rather it only be peaceful in this house.

Watching what Parker had to go through was absolute hell. She went through absolute fucking hell and I dragged myself down with her because I couldn't do anything. She always tells me her brain runs at a million thoughts per second... a hot fucking mess she calls it.

The ability to overthink herself into a catastrophe... but what I fear most is her heart, because although her mind could bring shame to any natural disaster mother nature could offer, her heart can make it look as if everything is okay... and that, that is dangerous beyond measure.

I know how much she wants to be a part of taking down Alan Richards, how confident she is that she will be able to go through with it. There's no doubt in my mind about her capabilities or her strength, I witnessed how strong she was this past week, the strongest person I know. What I'm worried about the most is how being a part of this will affect her afterwards. That she might have finally met her match in mental battles. Her heart holds everything and I fear the day that her heart can no longer hold it all in.

She's been through more hell than I'll ever know and I was created there but, that's what gives her the upper hand.

You can't touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest diamonds around her neck.

The term peace and quiet is a literal thing. When you have peace then it's quiet and when it's quiet you are at peace, they go hand in hand. The thing is, it's been way too quiet for my liking. With groups of men from all over America coming to kill the one person I have allowed myself to love, when that all suddenly goes silent is when I start to worry even more than I was before. I begged Parker to stay home today but she fought back and ended up winning because I'm at my weakest when it comes to her.

Of course I had Frank go with her which she tried to argue as well but I wasn't going to let that one go. She is going shopping with Callie or something, fuck if I know but I gave her my credit card and told her to have fun. When I found it on her nightstand I just rolled my eyes, always so stubborn but I'm glad she's starting to somewhat feel like herself.

"Earth to Harold!" Liam shouts while snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"I was listening." I groan and light a cigarette, propping my feet up on my desk. I've cut down to 10 a day, not that it reverses the damage that's already been done to my lungs but it's the thought that counts, right?

"I didn't know tapping into some fuck head's phone made you so happy." He sarcastically states, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah, highlight of my fuckin day." I mumble with my cigarette held between my teeth.

"What's up with you. You've been snappy since Parker's whole breakdown."

"Don't call it that. She just had a bad week."

"You can call it whatever you want but she did have a breakdown. What last week was, was a full blown mental breakdown." Liam shrugs while typing into his laptop doing some weird coding shit. Him and I are on listening duty for the next couple days while Niall and Louis head to Arizona to track Alan for the next month. That means we are short 2 people in case shit hits the fan. It undoubtedly will, that's how shit works. When they fail time and time again they pull back and think for a better strategy then execute the better plan. I did it in my early assassin days, when I was shit at doing my job.
"Can we not talk about it and focus on going through this man's phone. Also don't say that shit to her cause she's vulnerable at the moment."