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I wake up in a huge bed all by myself. I look over on Harry's side and see a note on his pillow.
Dear Dirty Hippie,
I went out for a run and took Molly with me because she wouldn't stop barking. I should be back around 11.
xxx, Harry.
I look over at his alarm clock and it says 10:30 so I decide to cook me and Harry breakfast. I go into the kitchen and start making us omelets. I'm not the best cool but I can make a few things. I add a few Veges and everything else I like and then I'm finished. I put both in two separate plates. One for me. One for Harry. I sit them on his coffee table and I grab two PBRs from the fridge. Just as I sit down Harry walks in.
"I knew I smelled food cooking," he says. He goes into the kitchen and places some mail and things on the counter with Molly following close behind him. After he finishes he plops down onto the couch beside me.
"Breakfast and beer my two favorite things," he says and I laugh.
"And pussy. I love pussy," he says and I spit my drink out every where.
"Harry you're disgusting watch your mouth," I tell him.
"That's impossible to do," he says sarcastically.
"I didn't mean literally jackass," I tease. We finish our breakfast continuing to bicker back and forth until Harry's phone rings.
"Hello," he says and leaves the room. I clean up our breakfast and wash the few dishes I made. Once I finish I see Harry coming back into the living room. His eyes brows are furrowed and his face holds no emotion.
"Hey you okay?" I ask deeply concerned.
"Um if I say yes it will save us time," he says. "We just need to get to the hospital okay. My grandma keeps um asking for me."
"Of course let me go over and change really quick," I tell him. I run into my apartment really quick and put my in her cage. Then I go into my room and change my clothes. I put on a tight black camp and with no bra. I add my plain black skin tight jeans and my black combat boots and I'm ready. When I go into the living room I see Harry waiting pacing back and forth.
"I'm ready Harry lets go," I say.
"Can you drive?" He asks. "My car though please."
"Yeah why what's wrong?" I ask.
"I'm shaking really badly right now and I just can't," he says in between breaths. That's when I realize he is going to have a panic attack.
"Hey hey hey. I just need you to focus on one thing right now. Breathing. I'll drive and you just focus on breathing okay," I say bad he nods. We get downstairs and into the car. When we get in Harry goes to the glove boxes and takes out an inhaler.
"Sorry I'm kind of lame," he blushes.
"It's not lame," I say.
"Most people grow out of it but me I have trouble. Especially because I smoke sometimes," he says.
"Yeah you should quit," I say turn into the hospital.
"I have for my grandma," he says.
"Good but do it for you too though. Don't spend your life pleasing others it's about you too," I tell him. We walk into the hospital well Harry runs pretty much with his long legs. I grab his hand to slow him down.
"Slow down," I say. His chest is heaving up and down.
"Okay," he says.
"You need to relax and calm down before we have to put you in one of these rooms," I tease and he forces a smile. He goes over to the elevator and my eyes widen.
YOU ARE READING
Wallbanger
Fanfiction"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk...
