Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 27

It was night when Harry finally decided to show up in our apartment. Standing in the living room like a statue, I was shocked. My jaw instantly fell upon seeing his yet again bruised face. I remember feeling almost scared the last time I was in to see his punctured face-- but now it looked even worse. I didn't even want to imagine his upper body under his shirt.

What worried me most was when my eyes met his, I had met a blank stare. No emotions, nothing. He looked so... empty.

My body urged me to go and comfort him. To somehow fill in that emptiness Harry was showing. But he walked away before I could, setting a reminder that we were in a fight; he had acted like a child. But was it fair of me? He was always there for me, even when I didn't ask or want that comfort. Shouldn't I be there for him too?

But it was like fate had already chosen for me.

I realized more and more that living with Harry might've been a huge mistake. And the fact that I had stopped looking for a new apartment too. I'd grown way too comfortable with him for my liking. But now.. whenever I see him. Regardless if we are on good or bad terms with one another, I had this strange feeling inside of me.

My heart started beating faster, my breathing got quicker, and my hands started sweating. I would avoid eye contact with him, try not to get too close, and be wary of all his moves.
It drove me crazy.
I had never once in my life experienced this overload of emotions before. How was I supposed to handle this?

Maybe Jackson was right after all.

Maybe I should stay away from him.

"I'm happy to see you, A."

"Yeah me too." we both sat in the same downtown diner as last time, in the same booth and the same seats; facing across from one another. My clothes weren't too exciting. I wore some black leggings that were slightly flared at the bottom, my favourite winter boots with a cream turtle neck that had a knitted flower in the centre. Red, yellow and green. "I thought about what you said. Maybe we should really give it a try. You and me."

He breathed a sigh, I wasn't sure if he was pleased or annoyed with me. But when he plastered a grin on his face I think I knew my answer. "So, you've finally come to your senses, A."

I stayed quiet.

"I'm proud of you." he continued. "You've been so distracted by this guy and his world that you completely lost yourself. But you finally came through."

I wasn't able to word a response as my lips stayed glued together.

"The first step should be you moving out. You can't continue to work on yourself as long as you're living with him." his face twist as he almost spits at the thought of him.

"Move out? Now?"

My heart started beating faster now and for an entirely different reason.

"The sooner the better. You want this, right? You wanna give it your best?"

I do...
            right?

-

After wrapping up that very eventful dinner with Jackson I made my way back to the apartment, where I hear the TV playing from outside the door, which only meant that Harry was here. I was afraid. Afraid to see his face again, to explain what I was about to. Too afraid I wasn't able to do it once I'd see him. Too afraid I'd get this strange feeling once again.

The living room was dark when I entered. The source of light being the tv. I noticed Harry sitting on the sofa, his torso bare and resting against the leather of the couch while his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles tense and pulse, and his legs spread out in front of him while being covered by his joggers.