Little Woman | H.S

Seven

Annabella's POV

What does Harry mean I have no idea? What isn't he telling me, what is he hiding?

"Well enlighten me than Harry."

He sighed loudly and I watched as he nervously ran his hand through his thick curls, almost like he regretted his choice of words. He avoided eye contact with me for a moment but when he finally settled a bit he gave me an answer I wasn't quite satisfied with.

"I'd rather not talk about it. Not yet at least."

He added the last part after watching my features fall in disappointment. I had been so open with Harry, he could do the same with me at least... I mean I would never hold that over him, everyone has their right to wait until their comfortable enough to share things about them self that they aren't comfortable speaking about right away. But now I was honestly eager to know what Harry's past had in common with my current nightmare of a present.

"I don't even know what I'm going to do now." I sighed, reality hitting me harder now that I was fully processing that I'm practically homeless and jobless. If what I was could even be considered a job. The warmth and comfort of Harry's hotel and his generosity couldn't be used as a safe haven much longer.

"We'll think of something."

I stared at him wide eyed.

We'll? As in Harry and I?

Why would Harry bother to make my problems his own? I'm already a burden as it is and for Harry to be helping this much? I feel like I'm taking advantage of his kindness...

"That's not necessary Harry... I'm fine sorting things out by myself. Always have been, always will be."

He shook his head at my response. I noticed a small frown on his lips as his eyes bore into me.

"You don't have to do it alone anymore."

I had to stop myself from letting my jaw slack open. Did I just hear him correctly? Was he saying that he would be around after this? He's probably only saying it to give me some false hope or encouragement. What does Harry have to gain from befriending someone like me? Oh I know, nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Why are you doing this Harry?" I asked, I was dying to know why he was being so kind to me. He smiled lightly before saying,

"People deserve second chances."

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Harry and I were currently sprawled out across the couches. We took a trip to a mini mart just down the road and loaded up on some junk food for the night. Harry told me I could stay after I informed him I wanted to try and contact an old friend to see if I could crash with them until I get stable but Harry insisted I spend the night with him. After a five minute debate I gave in and now here we are, watching some comedy that honestly is only funny because of how shitty it is and pigging out in the living room.

"Can I ask something?"

Harry's voice drew me from my mesmerized state as I watched the crappy film and I hummed in response, my gaze shifting towards him to see that his was already settled upon me.

"Did you enjoy being a, um.. Er -"

"An escort Harry?" I finished for him since he couldn't seem to choose the right word. I laughed at his fumbling state and he too laughed nervously.

"I wouldn't say I enjoyed it but it kept me off the streets. It was good money but if I had the choice, I would have never settled with that kind of profession."