2. *morning* distractions
I was awoken by the smash downstairs. my eyes half shut due to the sunlight seeping through my window, my legs sprawled out against the matress. i heard soft curss words and heavy footsteps, i fixed my shirt, it reaching mid thigh before heading down stairs. I saw Harry crouching down on the white tiles, collecting bits of painted glass. i walked towards his body, as i now hovered over him.
"Harry?" my eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at me with his green orbs.
he stood up slowly, holding bits of the broken glass.
"im--im sorry Macey, i didn't mean to break this. I know how much it means to you, i wasn't concerntrating." then it clicked.
He had broken the only vase my mother had ever made before she passed. There was no fixing this now, it had been 7 years, i needed to move on.
He quickly bent down again, picking up the remaining pieces. I reached down and squeezed his shoulder. "It's alright." he shook his head in responce, going over to the kitchen bench and throwing away the broken glass.
"Um, im sorry. But i must be off now, i have some things to take care of. I don't know when i'll be back so don't wait up for me."
Without any other word being shared, he was gone.
and god had i missed him.
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Fanfiction*CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT* Macey and Harry have been broken up for 2 months and are finding it difficult to cope. With Harry out, nights on end along side his training and Macey staying home trying to figure her life out, will there frustration...
