alleyway [h.s]

chapter 13

*play song when they start dancing*
song: skyfall by adele

buckle up guys!

RUBY'S POV

Saturday.

The first day of the weekend.

Usually the day people relax from a long, stressful week at work.

My stress is just beginning.

Tonight is the event at the ballroom. That means, seeing Luca.

I haven't slept all night, imagining how tonight will go. I imagined the worst things possible. The nerves are already here, and the event is only in 9 hours. I still have time to prepare myself.

Now that I think about it, I don't think there's anytime in the world to prepare for this horrible situation.

I woke up 10 minutes ago, and I haven't moved. I don't want to move, because that means I have to go. I don't want to go.

I remember tossing and turning all night, but finally dosed off at around 4am, and it's now 10am.

5 hours of sleep. That's nothing to me.

I decided I should get up and see Harry. Maybe just seeing him can calm me down a little bit.

I make my way across the hall in the bathroom and do my stuff. As I'm brushing my teeth, I look at myself in the mirror that Harry so kindly got repaired for me, moments before almost dying, and I thought about my old self. The girl that wasn't running from some man that I don't even know. The girl that happily went to work everyday, to earn legal money like a normal person. I'm sure all the money Harry has, is drug money. It has to be.

As I go downstairs, I hear Harry in the kitchen. Most likely making breakfast that I wouldn't be able to eat because of the nerves.

As I enter, Harry is in fact making breakfast. Shirtless and in those damn low waisted sweats. That just makes me even more nervous.

He heard me enter and turns around, a spatula in his hands, "mornin', how did you sleep?"

I sit down and bury my face in my hands, "not good. Barely slept because of how nervous I am"

He doesn't answer right off so I look up and see him putting eggs on two plates and walking to where I'm seated. There's also buttered toast on the side.

"You don't need to stress, okay? Sitting beside me and putting his hand on my thigh, "I'll be right by your side all night. I won't let anyone touch you. Eat please"

I feel comforted with his hand on me. It's warm.

"I know you will, but I can't help it. And I don't think I can eat. I'll end up puking it all back up"

That happened a lot when I was a kid. I puked when I was super nervous.

"I understand that, and you have to eat. Try, for me?" Leaning down to catch my eyes.

I turn to look at his bright green eyes and nod.

I take a couple of bites and try to chew the food. After a while, I finished my plate. It took be way longer but Harry waited for me until I was done, even if he was done way before me.