Save Your Soul

Chapter three

- CHAPTER THREE -

The car ride consisted of eery silence, and Harry never acted the same since my remark from the past memory I had. I glanced over to him shyly a few times, but I never caught him looking back at me. I realized I had ruined things for not only myself, but him too.

I heard Harry take in a deep breath, as I held mine.

"Do you hate me Riley?" He questioned.

"W-what? No, of course not," I stuttered.

"Why aren't you mad at me?" He mumbled.

I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

"Staying mad at you won't help me," I replied, nervous.

"B-but that night... That night you were, right?" He suggested.

"I was," I groaned.

"Did I ever apologize?"

I looked to his eyes, as they stared at me largely.

I felt like putty in his hands.

I nodded my head slowly.

"Many times," I eventually replied.

He turned his sight from me. I saw it from the corner of my eye.

His eyes were fixed outside the window, as he slouched in his seat.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered.

I nodded my head, and focused on my driving.

"Ive already forgiven you," I murmured after a long silence.

I gently pushed my breaks and stopped at a red light.

I looked towards Harry, and smiled at him lightly.

He grinned towards me shamelessly.

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"Nothing's changed," he said while placing my bags upon the counter.

"I know," I smiled.

I began to get some items from the shopping bags, as I looked over to Harry who was diligently putting cans and bottles in their place.

He glanced over, and I looked away quickly, although I knew he had caught me staring.

"What?" He giggled while stepping closer to me.

"You know where everything goes," I answered shyly.

The silent pause was short, although it felt like ages.

"I remember things," he breathed.

I nodded my head, and continued to unload the groceries.

I opened the refrigerator, and bit my lip silently. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.

"What else do you remember?" I questioned softly, still remaining hidden by the refrigerator door.

I heard him put a can down.

"I remember you hate scary movies," he mumbled.

I could hear the pain in his voice.

"I also remember you were afraid to ask me what I was doing, because you didn't want to seem too controlling."

I clinched my eyes together tightly, as the memories poured into my mind.

"But the one thing I remember most of all, was the night..." He choked.

I heard him sniffle quietly, and I was afraid he'd see my face.

I closed the refrigerator door softly, and walked over to him.

I found myself beginning to cry as I took a few steps.

Once I reached him I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his wrapped his around my waist tightly.

"I'm sorry," he whined.

"It's okay," I cried.

There was a short pause, as we did the only thing we knew to, cry.

"I miss you," he said.

"You don't have to anymore," I replied.