STRIP

32.

Clementine Adams

My dad asked to drive me to Harry's apartment so we could spend some time together before he went home. I knew he just wanted to talk to me about Harry and I's behavior in the hospital room. 

I told him it was my fault, because it was. 

I still don't want him to watch the video but I understand now that I questioned his love for me in a moment he was trying to give me everything. He had been nothing but perfect the entire time we'd been in the hospital and I made it seem like he was doing it because he felt bad for me. It was his way of caring for me and showing me he loved me. I made him feel like he had done something wrong and he didn't know how to respond to that. 

He understood I was uncomfortable and on edge and explained that Harry knew that too. He said Harry was probably just in his own head now and didn't want to crowd me after seeing how I was acting.

Right when we pulled into the parking lot of Harry's building, I watched Harry step out of his car and come over to my door quickly to open it for me and help me out. He seems to calm down more, his face holding emotion again but I could tell he was still upset. I don't blame him. 

He invited my dad up to his apartment to eat quickly before he had to drive home, which my father accepted. Harry insisted on giving me a piggyback ride up to his apartment while my dad carried our bags. 

The second I was on his back I nuzzled myself into him just wanting to be close with him again and know we were okay. As I was wrapped around him I felt him relax slightly indicating to me that he was comforted by my actions as I was his. 

I think he could tell I was still exhausted so I was thankful for the piggyback ride and even more thankful for when he brought me right into his room and laid me on the bed. I would love to spend more time with my dad right now but I really don't think I could offer much to any conversation yet, I just need to rest for a little bit and I know my dad understands that. 

I was sad when Harry didn't kiss my forehead or say anything before he left the room though. He's still being distant and I can't wait for this to end. 

My dad came in and told me goodbye after about thirty minutes of them eating and talking together. I'm sure my dad spoke to him about how we were acting in the hospital. My dad has always been the best at giving advice, especially about relationships and I'm glad he and Harry got some time to talk without me there. I'd love for them to grow closer. 

Harry hasn't come into the room again yet and my dad has been gone for ten minutes. I don't know what he could be doing but my body doesn't really want to move from the bed to get up and check. My mind however is racing, I need to speak to him and tell him I'm sorry for how I acted. 

Just as I fully move myself to sit up on the bed and toss my legs over the side Harry comes walking into the bedroom and rushes over to my side. 

"What are you doing? Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?" He asks quickly. 

"Oh, uh, no, I was actually coming to talk to you," I mumble. "You weren't coming in here and I wanted to see you." 

"I was cleaning up quickly from breakfast, I thought you wanted space," he sighs before moving my legs back onto the bed and sitting down next to me. "I'm sorry for how I acted at the hospital," he starts but I quickly stop him. 

"No, I was being a brat, I shouldn't have acted like you didn't care about me, I just, I got overwhelmed and I felt uncomfortable and suffocated in there. It was no excuse when I knew all you were doing was caring about me but I suggested otherwise. I wasn't trying to, I'm sorry, baby, I know you care about me, I'm extremely thankful you stayed with me and I'm sorry I made you feel like I wasn't," I finish.