Grace Notes

Chapter 29

Lola's POV-

"What happened?" I asked Harry as he got in the car.

His eyebrows were deeply creased and his lips pursed. I had come out to the Mercedes to wait for him, although it had taken him another thirty minutes before he had actually joined me.

Shaking his head, he jammed the key into the ignition and yanked the shift into reverse. Without even more than a glance behind him, he ripped out and sped through the parking garage.

"Harry" I frowned.

Without slowing down, he whipped around the corner and peeled through the entrance of the garage. Then he raced to the stop sign to exit the campus grounds.

Surprisingly, he actually came to a complete stop.

I took a hint that he needed a second to breathe, so I sunk down into the passenger seat and said nothing as he continued to speed all the way back to the apartment. What should have been a five minute drive took about two.

As soon as we were parked, he hopped out and slammed the door. It made me jump a little bit, but I brushed it off, let myself out, and followed him up to the door.

After fumbling a moment with the key, he finally pushed open the door, letting it slam against the wall behind.

Patiently, I went in and carefully closed the door behind me. When I turned around, Harry had his face in the fridge, reaching for something in the back. When he reappeared, he had a bottle of sangria in his hands. Looking down, he carried in at his side to the couch and collapsed. After popping open the bottle, he took a couple long sips before setting it on the coffee table and picking up his acoustic.

I stood, still in the doorway, just staring at him. Lips still tight, he began to strum. At my feet, Atti rubbed against my shin. I guess she probably needed to be fed...

I looked over at Harry once more before walking into the kitchen and pulling down the cat food from the cabinet. Opening the bag, I went to her bowl and poured enough to fill it about half way. She started eating it immediately.

I replaced the bag back on the shelf, then walked into the living room where he was still running his fingers effortlessly over the strings. Slowly, I sunk down a couple feet from him.

His eyes flickered briefly up to me, but were looking back down just as quick as they had left. Under his breath, he began to hum.

"Do you want to talk about it..?" I asked cautiously.

He tilted his head, his fingers pausing for a quick second before he started back playing. "Do you think Sarah reported us?"

"I don't think it was Sarah"

"But she is the only one that knows, right?"

"I didn't tell anyone else" I shrugged. "Did you?"

He shook his head.

"What did they tell you?"

"I have to get my stuff from the classroom at some point" he stopped playing all together and reached for the bottle again.

He tilted it back and took three straight gulps. I'd never seen someone drink a sangria so aggressively before, much less straight from the bottle . That was one of those drinks that I had rarely, and when I did, I just tried to enjoy it. Me being the lightweight I am, it only took two glasses to get me on the edge of drunk.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"I don't see why not"

"Are you upset?" I asked.