Shedding Tears [COMPLETED] #Wattys2016

Chapter 18

We drive home singing tunes to different songs and enjoying the moment together. We enter inside the house and i make Harry a glass of fresh orange juice as he sits on the couch preparing to watch some television. I go upstairs to change my clothes since i had been in the previous one for entire two days. I pull on grey sweatpants and a pink tank top as i pull my hair into a messy bun.

I trail downstairs as i do some chores, like wash dishes that we had left before heading to the hospital and organise my stuff a bit. I then call Ben and ask him to come home since I'm back. Its almost been three weeks that i haven't met my dad and I really want to talk to him alone. I think I'll have to excuse myself from Harry today and go.

I go over and sit on the couch beside him. He looks so engrossed to even acknowledge my presence. What a loser. I sit there and check my phone. I have seven unread messages, just random ones, and Facebook and Twitter don't have anything interesting either. I put my phone on the side table and rest my neck at the back of the couch, it really hurts knowing i slept uncomfortably last night. I massage my temples as i sip a glass of water, closing my eyes for a while.

Just then, a body snuggles beside me and loops his arm around my waist. J smile as i return the gesture and rest my head on his chest. 'Thank you for acknowledging my presence, boyfriend.' I remark sarcastically as i hit his torso playfully.
'You're always in my heart, girlfriend.' He says as he kisses the top of my head.

'Harry? Can i ask you something?' I question him.
'Yeah but please don't ask why I'm so handsome and why I'm such an amazing person, because i don't know the answer. It all comes naturally!' He winks and i roll my eyes.
'Shutup, proud, egotistical jerk.' I say and he just humps.
There is silence for a couple of seconds and i take the chance of asking him a question that has been hanging in my brain since two days.
'Harry, yesterday when we were talking, why did you just get up and leave? You never got a chance to finish what you had to tell me, would you tell me now?' I ask in a requesting tone. I don't know what he had to tell me but it might be something serious and stressful.

I could suddenly feel his body stiffen beneath me. His tight grip loosens and his embrace is now cold.
'Yeah that.' He begins, 'So when i came back home after beating the shit out of Sebastian, the doorbell rang and there stood the police officer.'
My heart skips a beat.
No, two beats.
A police officer?

I have always been really scared of police and jails and bails and the torture and utter embarrassment and so much more. They literally peel the skins off the criminals, obviously they deserve such treatment but in the end, they're still humans, no?

He continues, 'Sebastian's dad must've found him half dead in his room and he sent the police after me. He had written a report against me and i was dragged to the jail. I was locked there for twenty four hours after which my dad bailed me out.'

'D-did they beat y-you?' I ask, afraid to know the answer.
'Yeah they did, just a little.' He replies so casually as if being locked in the jail and being hit by inhumane police officers is no big deal. I suddenly remember that he accidentally spilled something about jail food and stuff, it makes sense.
I just nod before he continues,
'So i was bailed out, i headed home and changed and washed some of the bruises after which i immediately came looking for you at your house.'

'I rang the doorbell plenty of times but nobody would open. I then sneaked in through the kitchen window, I'm glad you left that open. I couldn't spot you anywhere until i came up to the balcony where you were preparing to..jump. And i guess that's it.'

He stops. Stops for good. Woah. That was a lot. He spent twenty four hours in a lockup that served rotten food and the police officers beat him up. I was wrong all along. Just when i thought that Harry had turned his back on me and abandoned me when i needed him the most, he tells me something else, something believable. Just when i thought he had left me forever, he came back for me even though he was bruised.