Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

68

The past few days have been very strange.

I decided to go back to work earlier than planned, mostly to keep myself busy. I've heard from Harry pretty minimally, which I'm guessing has something to do with what he mentioned about his mom's health the other night.

I've tried to ask him about it the few times he's called, but he just avoids the question or gives a vague answer, and then ends the call quickly after.

Everyone has actually been fucking weird, now that I think about it. My dad and brother are hovering over me like crazy, always asking where I'm going and when I'll be back. If I feel okay, if I've eaten. They're fucking smothering me. Which is kind of what I expected from Harry, but it's been the complete opposite.

They've also both suddenly taken an interest in if I'll be going to school next year. Asking if I've applied anywhere, or what I'm interested in pursuing. I usually give them some half ass answer, just because I don't have the fucking energy to think that far ahead right now.

I stayed late at the shop today, trying to work through some problems that popped up while I was gone. It's after eight p.m. by the time I look up from the paperwork in front of me. I take my glasses off and rub my eye, trying to ignore the anxiousness blooming in my chest.

I glance out the window of the office that looks over the shop and my heart sinks to my feet when I notice that Harry's station is cleared out. Has it been like this all day and I didn't notice? Probably, since the shop is usually filled with other employees and the projects they're working on.

"What the fuck?" I wonder out loud and stand up from the desk.

I walk out to the bays and rip open the cabinets at his station to find absolutely nothing. All of his tools are gone, nothing left in any of the drawers. I look up at the spot on the wall, at the head of his designated area and gasp. The piece of duct tape with his name on it, labeling this space as his, is mostly torn off the wall. The only evidence that he was ever here is a tattered H left in his handwriting.

"What the fuck!" I shout and run back into the office to grab my keys.

I quickly lock the shop door and run to my bike, barely giving it enough time to start before I take off out of the parking lot.

I'm speeding like a motherfucker, cutting the twenty minute drive time in half. My tires spin on the gravel as I drift to a stop in front of his house. I jump off my bike and practically sprint up the steps. I'm about to push the door open, my hand on the doorknob, when I hear the back door to the main house close.

"Violet?" Harry calls out to me and I turn to look at him as he walks across the lawn toward me. "What's going on?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." I say coldly, tears welling up in my eyes against my will.

He walks up the steps to meet me, but doesn't saying anything. He doesn't have to, the look on his face tells me that something- everything is wrong. He reaches past me and pushes the front door open so I can step inside.

"You quit the shop?" I ask, even though I obviously already know.

"I was going to tell you." He sighs and shuts the door behind him.

"When?" I throw my hands up at him, and I can feel the frustration and confusion about to boil over inside of me. "When I never see you? When you call me to talk for five minutes and then hang up? What is with you lately?"

"I don't know." He mumbles and runs his hands over his face. "I just- I've been busy."

"With your mom?" My tone softens a little and he looks up at me, his eyes sadder than before. He wasn't being honest when he told me she'd be okay.