We ate dinner before we watched the movie. We watched the Holiday. He had fallen asleep in my arms long before the movie was done. I let him sleep. I knew he had a rough time with having to share a room with George. And while I understand that he hates George I just don't understand their hate. Where does it come from? I keep asking myself. I decided it's time to find out. And it's now.
I quickly slip out of my bed, leaving Harry behind in my room. I sneak down the hallway. It's empty. Everyone had gone to their rooms, and Amelia was probably sleeping in one of the other girls' beds. She could thread herself into any friend group. It was a nice skill of hers. One that I don't possess.
I tiptoe to Harry and George's room and knock quietly. George opens the door. He looks groggy.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks with a gruff voice. I can see that he's been sleeping.
"I need to know" I demand.
"Need to know what... HEY" he says as I push inside the room. He clearly doesn't want me to be here.
"God, it stinks in here" I say. He looks at me like I'm stupid until i realise he is holding a joint between his fingers. I look at it baffled.
"So that's why you didn't want me in here" I state the obvious.'
"Yeah" he breathes, "So what is it you want to talk to me about?"
As he says it, I open the window to let some fresh air in. He takes a heave at the joint.
"You want some?" he asks.
"No you idiot" I hissed, "I wanted to talk to you about that agreement, and some other stuff"
He does a surprised grimace.
"Why?" he asks.
"You know why," I tell him.
He just makes an expression to tell me that he does not.
"Ugh." I exclaim, "At the bakery, remember?"
"Yes"
"You got Harry really mad. How? What happened?"
He sits in the window frame with his back to the cool air. He is only wearing pajama pants, I realize now. He is shirtless. 'Not bad looking' I think, but immediately pardon the thought. That is not what I need to think about right now.
"So the agreement is basically a contract..." he starts but suddenly Harry bursts through the door.
"What the fuck?" he murmurs and breathes heavily.
I caught myself off guard. He storms towards George and George throws his joint out the window. Harry grabs George by the throat.
"What the fuck are you doing? Huh?" he spits. George can't seem to get words out. Harry's eyes are filled with hatred. He doesn't even realize that it's me he should be mad at.
"Harry! We were just talking. Let him go!" I yell. I beg to god that the walls are a little soundproof.
Harry grips even harder on George's throat.
"Kathy shut up!" he yells. I'm baffled by his tone. Why is he so angry? I think to myself. What could George have done to make him act this way?
I grab Harrys arm to get his attention. He looks at me with fury in his eyes.
"What did he tell you?" he almost screams. I don't answer. I just stand and look at him. Disappointed. His face relaxes as he realizes what he just did.
"I'm sorry" he says. He means it. I can see it.
"Arhh, cute," George says ironically. Harry returns his attention to him.
"You little.." he starts, but gets caught off guard by a fist in his face. Blood drips from his mouth. The fury returns in his eyes as he looks at George's grining face. Harry pushes George out the window.
