Obsession || h.s [completed]

38 | trees

So you guys are literally the best readers ever. I read all your comments on the last part and almost cried (happy tears).

I want to thank all of you who comment, dm me, FaceTime with me, write on my wall... all of that. Because every time my phone gives me a notification I hope it's one of these.

I love you guys more than carroty directioners love Kevin. I love you more than Louis loves pranks (oh no Niall!). I love you more than Niall loves derby.

I just love you all so much.

Okaii now I'm getting mushy...enjoy xx

PS: THOUGHTS ON THE NEW COVER??
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I go over everything in my head. I know I have to tell the police now. We could explain that they threatened to pin it on Harry. They would understand that, right? They would help us?

I hope so, because it's all we have... right?

"We need to tell the police." I say, just above a whisper as I sit on the counter in Harry's kitchen. Outside, I know there are people working to remove the spray-painted warning. None of them know what it means. But I do.

It means that in order to protect the people I love, I'm going to have to make some sacrifices.

Harry rests his palms against the counter next to me, staring at the tabletop. "I know."

"How do we know they won't blame you? Or any other innocent person?" I ask.

"We don't."

He isn't looking at me. I know he's worried and maybe a little scared. I know I am. So I reach up a hand and run my fingers through his hair.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath before saying, "I think you should go."

"What?" I drop my hand from his hair.

"You need to leave."

My chest physically hurts at his words, but I think I know what caused them. "If this is about the threat in the street-"

"It's not. Just go." He cuts me off. Without looking at me, he walks to the back door, grabbing his hoodie off the hook before walking outside.

"Harry, talk to me." I say, following him out the door. Stopping on the back porch steps. "Harry!"

He stops and turns back to face me, his expression unreadable. "Don't be here when I get back."

With that he puts up his hood and walks toward the woods.

I can't help but think he has reverted back to how he was before we were together. He closed off from me. And something about that scares me.

A lot.
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Despite everything, I still have responsibilities. Like my job. So I put on a brave face as I walk down the street toward the cafe.

The trees feel taller. The walk feels longer. Or maybe I just feel smaller.

In fact, my current mood could probably be considered synonymous with 'impossibly small' after the events of this morning. From seeing Molly dead in the street, to Harry's cold-shouldered attitude.

So instead of dwelling on this feeling, I focus all of my attention on putting one foot in front of the other as I walk down the road. The branches above me swinging in the wind.

Normally I'd think of it as a calming thing. But now it feels like the trees are mocking me. As if they too, have eyes that watch my every move.

I breathe a small sigh of relief when the main road is somewhat busy. Several people pace down the cracked sidewalks. Yet everything in this town feels dead, I realize.