I sit at the diner bar, just sitting there. Doing nothing. Nothing but thinking that is. I scratch my nail on the little table as my head is in my other hand, there's nothing but silence in the restaurant. The wind making the leaves dance outside.
"Why are you so quiet?" Luke asks lugging dishes.
"Thinking." I reply.
"What did Harry do this time?" He asks sitting next to me.
"Nothing. Well, something. Nothing bad, just." I sigh. "He told me things and I feel bad about it."
"What do you mean?"
"He told me why he doesn't like being left alone, and I went to go get milk and he started having like, a panic attack when I came home."
"So why is it bothering you?"
"I don't know. I'm just thinking. What if all the relationships where to prevent being, lonely?"
"Brooke, I seriously doubt that. Harry's a horny teenage boy."
"But you don't know him like I do." I sigh. "I don't know. The diners lonely tonight, it's causing me to do a lot of overthinking."
"It's obvious you care for him. If it's really bothering you, ask him more questions."
As if on cue, the bell rings, signaling someone came in. I turn around to face harry. He looks tired, drained almost. I immediately stand up and walk over to him.
"Harry what's wrong?" I ask very worried.
"Mom.. Hospital." He hyperventilates.
Without him saying anymore I grabbed him and hugged him. I knew he was hurt, I've been in his place. His breathing slows down as I hold him, his face in my neck.
"Harry, I need you to talk, what happened?"
"We were playing cards, just like we do every Tuesday night. She started spazzing out and she dropped to the floor and I didn't know what to do so I called the police and-" He looks at me. "I don't know what to do."
"Okay okay, calm down." I say cupping his face.
"Brooke I can't loose both my parents." He says as a single tear falls from his eye.
I let out a big sigh and look back at Luke.
"Shit, go, I'll tell boss you had an emergency." He says waving us off.
We get to the hospital and harry leads us to his moms room. He speed walks and it's hard for me to catch up with his long legs. He finally stops at a door and looks at me before opening the door and entering the room.
In the room lays Harrys mom, on the bed, with only a couple of wires connected to her. She is reading a magazine and she has trouble flipping the pages as there is a clip on her finger to measure the blood pressure. She puts the magazine down and her eyes land on harry, a smile from ear to ear.
"My Harold." She smiles.
"Are you okay?" Harry asks kneeling down and grabbing her hand.
"Just fine. A bit of pain, but it was only a harmless seizure." She says holding her sons hand. She looks at me and back to Harry. "Is this the girl you were telling me about?" She smiles.
"Oh uh, yeah." He stands back up to his full height. "Mom, this is brooke."
"Ive heard so many things about you." She smiles.
I walk forward. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Harry. She's much more beautiful in person." She grabs his hand so he kneels down again. "Don't let her go." She whispers, loud enough so I can hear it.
"I don't plan on it."
"Okay, your mom will be home Friday." I say walking into harrys house. "I can come over everyday and make you dinner and help clean." I say facing him. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want you to leave.." He says coming closer.
"I don't want to leave you either, but we have school and-"
"No." He says grabbing my waist. "Stay here. I'll go insane if I'm left by myself for this long. You can have my bed I'll go on the couch, I'll probably cuddle you but please don't leave me."
"Harry. You'll be fine. I promise you."
"No. Not without you."
"I can't skip school."
"Why not? I am."
"You have a legitimate reason."
"I could give you a legitimate reason." He smirks.
"See you're fine. I'll see you tomorrow." I say walking towards the door.
"No!" He says running and grabbing my hand, he flips me around so that my face hits his chest.
"Harry. For gods sake." I say rubbing my nose.
"Sorry. I just don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and have no one here to hold."
I roll my eyes and walk away. I go into his closet and pull out a comforter. I throw it on the couch and sit down. "You're lucky I love you." I groan laying down.
Harry squeals like a little kid on Christmas morning and jumps on top of me, causing me to groan in agony. He immediately wraps his arms around my wait and nuzzles his face into my chest.
"Goodnight harry." I say.
"Goodnight brooke. I love you."
I freeze and widen my eyes. For some reason this felt like he truly meant it. My face falls as I start to smile, moving my hands to his hair I start to twist it and play with it.
"I love you too."
A/N I'm so sorry for not updating in a while ! Hope this makes up for it 😊
