Get Away

Chapter 7

It is now dinner time and Harry and I realized there is no food other than the leftover dinner for last night. We didn't want to eat the spaghetti so we decided to head to the grocery store.

It was finally cooling down to be a nice night compared to the 90 degree weather earlier. I love summer time but sometimes it's just too hot.

"Can we get this for dessert?" Harry asked picking up a huge container of brownies. My eyes opened wide and my stomach growled from the lack of food I consumed today.

"Are you sure we can finish them by the time we leave?" I asked already knowing the answer. If Harry didn't finish them I definitely would.

"I believe so." He said throwing them in the cart. We picked up a few essentials then headed to the fruits and vegetables section. Harry complained how we didn't need them but believe it or not I love my fruits and veggies.

"That's how you keep that nice figure after eating like a grown man." Harry said winking at me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed sweet potatoes, spinach, carrots and some corn.

"What are we going to do with these?"

"Cook them silly." I replied and headed to checkout.

We finally arrived home and I began making dinner. I don't think I've ever been so hungry. As I prepped the food Harry sat in the living room and watched tv.

I began skinning and cutting up the sweet potatoes to make sweet potato fries. As I cut a piece I saw blood run from my finger to the counter top.

"Shit." I thought I said it quietly so Harry couldn't hear but seconds later I heard his feet moving quickly towards the kitchen.

"What happened?" He asked coming to my side. "Nothing" I replied adding pressure to my finger to make the bleeding stop. I hate blood it is my worst fear.
Harry grabbed my hand and brought it up so he could see it. "That's a pretty bad cut." He said examining it some more. "I'll be right back." Harry said walking towards the bathroom. I felt a little light headed from seeing the blood so I sat on top of the counter and waited as patiently as I could. He was probably gone only a minute but it felt like hours.

"I'll clean it for you love." He said placing a small first aid kit next to me on the counter. I laughed at the box that said 'Harry's emergency kit ' On a piece of tape.
"I was a Boy Scout and took pride in it." He said as he poured rubbing alcohol on my finger. I yelled an ouch which made Harry giggle. "Just breathe it'll be ok."

Harry cleaned the rest of the blood off with gauze then applied a bandaid around it. I looked down at the Winnie the Pooh themed band aid and shook my head.

"Thank you." I said looking up at his green eyes. His eyes were locked on mine and his face showed no emotion. Now what? His arms are by my side and his face is inches away from mine. Is he going to kiss me? God knows I want him to kiss me but I don't know if it's the right thing to do.

"If you want to eat I think you should let me get down." I said with a shaky voice. He cocked a smile.

"Someone sounds a little nervous." He said jokingly and I playfully pushed his chest. "Be quite." I said then tried to get down seeing as there was now an inch more space between us but he wouldn't let me. His hands pushed my hips back and his lips crashed into mine. It was only a small peck or two but that did the job for me. He is damn near close to perfect.

"I'll let you continue cooking Chef Gray"

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As I put the food on the plate I heard Harry talking on the phone. I couldn't make out what he was saying but he sounded a bit upset. I looked into the living room just as he hung up the phone.

Harry grabbed his keys and headed towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked curiously. "I'll be back." He said without making any eye contact as he walked out the door.

That was odd.

Instead of dwelling over where he was going I sat in the living room and ate my dinner. I watched at least three episodes of fashion police before I got tired. I was going to call it a night and go to bed but I decided it was a good idea to wait for Harry to get home to see if everything's ok.

I kept myself busy by cleaning the kitchen and even painting my nails. It was 2 in the morning and Harry still wasn't back yet. Now I stared to get worried. I really wish I had his phone number so I could get in contact with him.

Instead of worrying I decided the best solution for me was to go to sleep.

I was awoken by a car door shut outside of my
window. Seconds later the front door opened and shut. Goosebumps ran up and down my
spine. Please let this be Harry.

I climbed out of bed and searched for something to protect myself just in case it wasn't Harry. The hardest object I could find was a shoe, great.

I tip toed out of the bedroom and down the long hallway to the living room. As I turned the corner I saw a big figure sitting on the couch. I knew it was Harry from the bun on the back of his head. His head was in his hands and he had appeared to be breathing hard.

I put the shoe down and made my way towards him.
"Harry?" I said in a hushed voice too scared to speak any louder.
"Did I wake you?" He asked standing up making his way towards me. Something about him wasn't right. He looked drained and exhausted.

I shook my head no. "Where did you go?" I asked which obviously wasn't a smart move because suddenly Harry's large body was hugging me. Loud sobs echoed in the room as my shoulder became damp from his tears.

"It's all my fault." He should through his cries.
"What are you talking about?" Curiosity ran through my brain. What the hell happened?

"My Mum" he sighed as he held me even tighter. "She's dying."

My eyes got wide and guilt hit me. He never mentioned she was ill. Every time he spoke of her and said nothing but positive things. Seeing Harry like this wasn't easy. He seemed so strong and self assured but to see him in a state like this is truly heartbreaking.

I lead him to his bedroom and helped him get into bed. I took his shoes off and his sweatshirt. Luckily he was wearing sweatpants so he was comfy to sleep. I put the blankets on him and his cries began to stop.

As I leave his room I hear him clear his throat. "Do you think you could sleep in here tonight?" He asked sounding unsure if he was asking the right question.

"Sure." I climbed in his bed next to him and laid on my back. He slide closer to me and laid his head on my chest and had his arm across my stomach. I looked up at the ceiling wondering how in the world I could help him.