Bereft (h.s)

71. That's Love.

Chapter 71

Alycia's Pov.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Harry asked as we stood in my living room.

Matt and Harry took me home this morning from the hospital. Matt already left, conveniently before Harry, I think it was a plan. But that's besides the point.

Candice is on her way over. She was out of town in Michigan visiting family during the accident. I told her not to fly home but she conveniently wasn't called until yesterday afternoon anyways. Matt forgot to call her and so did I. Let's just say she wasn't too happy. I also didn't get to give her the story behind what happened. I was too exhausted. She just knows I got into an accident with Dylan.

"I'm sure Harry. Thank you. Seriously...thank you. For everything." I told him and I felt a pang of sadness in my chest.

He's about to leave and it's just sad because I don't know when i'll see him again. I still can't shake the feeling that he was going to cheat on me the second I left tour. I also just can't forget that he wanted someone else when he had me. I forgive him. I told him so. But that doesn't mean we can be how we were.

Last night was unexpected and I hate how normal and comfortable it felt to lay with him again. And how the second the nurse was changing out my fluids, he held me tight and whispered reassuring things to me. Or how this morning, he had went to my house to get me a change of clothes for this morning before I even woke up and then got back in bed with me.

He's being so good to me but that's only because he thinks he could've lost me. Like actually lost me. He didn't even talk to me before then. Like I said, I understand because he had just gotten back from tour that was more like rehab. It's just still a fact that he didn't talk to me.

I'm just so fucking confused and I need to figure everything out before confusing the situation even more by speaking on it.

"Yeah, of course. Well uhm...i'm here for the next few weeks until the next leg of tour. So...you can always call me. You know, if you want to talk. Or need a friend." He said and I nodded with a sad smile. "I'll be checking on you though."

I chuckled and nodded.

"Thanks Harry. Same goes to you."

I know he's trying but I just hate the uncertainty of the situation. I want to talk about it but I just also don't. I guess i'm just nervous to be hurt again.

He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Alycia...I didn't call you when I got back because I was having a hard time with myself. Not with you.  I just...I feel like this distance between us, besides the obvious reason being the breakup, is because you think I didn't want to contact you. I did."

I swear he reads my mind sometimes and it's scary.

"Harry, I get it. You've been struggling recently. I didn't expect you to call me a-" "No though. Not like that kind of struggling. I've been doing fine with the drug thing thankfully." "Then what do you mean?" I asked with furrowed brows while confusion ran across my features.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Sit Harry." I said and he sat down on the couch with me following him.