Always(Trilogy)

Chapter 33

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"Allison?" Harry's voice cracks in disbelief and desperation. I didn't think it was possible, but his face pales even more and then shock colors his cheeks and neck a deep shade of red. 

"What are you..." My voice fails me. I can't seem to form a coherent and full sentence. I gulp once...twice...and blink back the tears forming in my eyes. 

"I...I didn't know that..." Harry takes a deep breath and looks me square in the eyes. My breath hitches and I'm lost and completely oblivious to everything and anything else around me that doesn't involve Harry. Jesus Christ, he's just as beautiful and broken as my dreams conjured him up to be. 

He's dressed in a simple pair of worn,  black skinny jeans that are ripped at the knees and fraying in various other places. His torso is adorned with a plain white t-shirt, my favorite red flannel hung over his arm.  His fingers are decorated with multiple rings; it doesn't escape my notice that his left ring finger is left completely bare. There are a few new additions to his already art-covered biceps, but peeking right underneath his t-shirt is the massive English ship that he got in honor of his family years ago. I remember not being very happy about it when I first heard, but once he'd told me what it meant, it became my new personal favorite. 

However, it's when I look up into his eyes and truly see his face that a little piece of me crumbles. Underneath those still enchanting green eyes are dark circles. His eyes, which used to dance with mischief and playfulness are now nothing but mere shells of the originals, dull and dead. His hair has obviously grown, but he has it pulled away from his face, tied back with a hair tie. A steady stream of blood pours from his nose. Why is he bleeding?

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were here if I had known I never would have come I'm so sorry I'll leave now if you want me to." Carol glares at him, a look that could easily send a man to his grave which is exactly where Harry looks like he'd rather be. 

"What do you mean you didn't know she would be here? How the hell are you even here?" She questions. Harry shifts on his feet nervously, dropping my gaze. 

"Can we just...can we take this inside?" I say. Harry faces me again at the sound of my voice. 

"Alli, are you sure? Because I have no problem in kicking this bastard-"

"Carol," I interrupt her. "It's fine. Please." I plead. She shuts her mouth and pushes past Harry, quite rudely may I add, and walks back into the house. 

"C'mon, Allison." Daniel takes my hand, breaking the trance I had once again found myself in with Harry. He tugs a little bit, beckoning me to follow him and I do, Harry trailing at a safe distance behind us with his bags. 

We find Carol in the kitchen, sitting on a stool with her head in her hands. Upon our arrival, she lifts her head and stares straight at Harry, still shooting him daggers. For a moment, I honestly feel sorry for him. 

Something's changed about him. There's no slightly cocky arrogance, no playfulness. He utterly looks, in a word, dispirited. Harry's quieter, and keeps a careful distance between himself and everyone else in the room.

Including me.

For the first time, I allow myself to gauge Daniel's reaction. His lips are set in a hard, thin line, eyebrows furrowed together. However, his face altogether is unnaturally calm. He's still cradling his other hand to his chest.