Over My Head | H.S.

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Harry

It was scary seeing her like this. I've seen her tear up once before but never full on sob. That woman must've done some serious damage to her. "Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay." I attempted to soothe her, rubbing one hand on her back while keeping the other on the wheel. "Want me to take you home?" 

She sat up and looked at me with bloodshot eyes. It pained me to see her so hurt. "No. I can't go home like this. That bitch will probably show up at my doorstep now that she knows I'm in town." 

"Alright...Is my house fine?" I asked and she nodded. She rested her arm on the console next to mine as she leaned her head against the window. I intertwined our pinky's together and turned up the radio. One of her songs was playing. pretty isn't pretty by Electric Lips. She let out a small, sad laugh as she faced away from me. "Your voice is so gorgeous." 

"Thanks Harry." We sat in uncomfortable silence for the rest of the drive. Of course, LA traffic had to be a pain in the ass. I felt terrible for her. I wish I knew what happened to her, but I also don't. I don't know if I could handle hearing about something terrible happening to one of the sweetest people I know. She stared out the window, sniffling and wiping away the remaining tears for the remainder of the ride. 

"Hey, we're here." I gently told her. 

"Okay." She tiredly said. I walked over and opened the door for her. She held onto me as we walked into my house together from being so tired. Crying makes you exhausted, especially when you full on sob like she did. 

"I'll make you some tea. Make yourself at home, please." I said as I pointed her in the direction of the living room. 

"I...I don't want to be alone right now. Do you mind if I just linger around you?" She shyly asked.

I gave her a soft smile and shook my head. "Of course not, come on." I held out my hand and she cautiously took it. "What kind of tea would you like? Lavender tea would help calm you." 

She studied my variety of tea bags before agreeing with me on the lavender tea. I took out a mug and filled it with boiling water before letting the tea bag sit in it. I led her back to the living room, holding the mugs I made for us. 

We sat down on the couch and she cuddled into me. "What would you like to watch?" 

"Uhm...Could we watch '10 Things I Hate About You?'" 

"Of course. I love that movie." I smiled and happily turned the movie on for us. She finished her tea within the first thirty minutes of the movie, drifting off by the time Patrick sang to Kat. 

The movie finished around ten thirty so I carefully picked her up and carried her into my guest bedroom. I went to my closet and retrieved a pair of sweatpants my sister left last time she visited along with one of my t-shirts for her to change into. "Here, you can change into this if you'd like." I softly said. 

"Okay." She mumbled, still half asleep.

"I'm going to bring you some water and a snack in case you get tired. I'll be back." I told her as I walked out of the guest room to give her privacy. I couldn't imagine what she must be feeling right now, how tired and scared she must be. I didn't really know how to take care of someone, as I hardly know how to care for myself. So instead I just did what I thought I'd like if I was in her position, whatever her position is. 

"Thank you Harry. For everything. You've done more for me tonight than anyone has done for me in years, it means a lot." She said to me once I arrived with her food and drink. She was much more lively now than she was three minutes ago. I guess the tea was wearing off. 

I smiled at her. She looked so beautiful. "Of course. I'm sorry you had to go through whatever happened to you." I brushed a few straggling pieces of hair out of her face, making her give me a slight smile. 

"Thanks. Would you like to know what uhm...What she did to me?" She said, now looking down at her hands. 

"Only if you want to tell me. Don't tell me if you don't feel comfortable doing so." I carefully said. 

She took a deep breath before explaining what happened. "To make a very long story short, Sylvia took advantage of me in every way you could possibly think of when I was at my most vulnerable state. In the worst years of my life, she was the only person I'd speak to. She forced me away from the band and only allowed me to speak to them during rehearsals or any other time that was necessary. She did a lot more to me, but that just gives you an idea of what happens. I don't want you to be totally in the dark, I'd say it's a lot scarier to deal with me when you have no clue." I didn't know what to say so instead I just hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my back and relaxed into me. "Can I sleep with you? Like I told you earlier, being alone when I'm feeling like this usually only makes things worse." 

I felt stupid for not remembering that. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by automatically taking her to my room. The last thing she needs right now is to think I had the wrong intentions with her. "Of course. C'mon, my room is a lot more comforting than this room."

"Are these sweatpants one of your many victims?" She joked, referring to the pants I gave her. 

I laughed as we walked down the hallway. "No, no. Those are my sisters pants from the last time she visited." 

"Do you think she'll get mad at me for wearing them?" She questioned.

"Definitely not. She's one of the kindest people I've ever met, maybe even as kind as you." I looked down at her and smiled. "Although, she was a terror to deal with when she was a teenager." 

This earned a laugh from her. "I never had siblings, but dealing with Hazel, Grace, and even Elias was a total pain when we were all going through puberty." 

My room was decorated nicely, with vinyls and posters I'd collected over the years lining the walls. On my ceiling I had a Union Jack flag and a tie dye tapestry. Lamps sat in almost every corner because the overhead light was so overwhelming. Gypsy looked around, admiring all of my most prized possessions. Random knick-knacks I'd gathered on trips, tours, and from my childhood were scattered throughout the room. 

We crawled into bed with her in the middle and me on my designated side. My bed was king sized so even though she was in the center of the mattress, there was still a decent gap between us. She found my hand underneath the covers and intertwined our pinky's, leaving me to go to sleep with a smile on my face.