Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter 72

"Do you want me to take you to work?" Harry walked into his bedroom and put his hands on his hips. He watched as Annabelle pulled her jacket over her shoulders. She shrugged and grabbed her purse. Harry grabbed her hand when she walked past him, making her look at him. He gave her a small smile.

"I'll take you to work, you don't need to walk in the cold." Harry lifted Annabelle's hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Harry drove Annabelle to work and before she left the car, she turned around to give him a small smile, just as he had done to her. Annabelle hated being angry at Harry and ignoring him. She knew that she seemed like a bitch, but she just couldn't help it. She still couldn't fully trust Harry, she still kept her heart guarded behind a strong brick wall. When he lied to her, she felt betrayed. When he lied to Alice, she felt stupid. When he said something rude towards Annabelle, she felt guilty. She knew that ignoring him wouldn't do anything good for either of them, she just had to take the time to figure out what to do. She should just talk to him about it, right? She should apologize for ignoring him, and hope he'll apologize for doing the things that made her feel so bad.

Harry felt bad for constantly saying the wrong things. Their relationship had this weird pattern, where they would be so loving and touchy for a while, and then he would do something wrong and Annabelle would turn him away until she felt she could get over the past. Harry took into consideration that Annabelle only ignored him so often, because she didn't exactly know what to do. Harry knew that he were Annabelle's first serious boyfriend, so he felt the need to be patient and careful. He loved how sensitive Annabelle could be, but sometimes he wished that she would just get over it. He sometimes wished that she would just brush off his comments that usually upset her. He really wanted her to throw a mean comment back at him, just so they could argue about it for a few minutes and find a solution, instead of just not communicating, but it were very difficult to communicate with Annabelle. Harry didn't really care that he'd have to give up the normalities if it meant being with Annabelle and loving her, and having her love him back.

Harry felt lonely at home without Annabelle there, and he realized how much he missed his mother. He tried calling her, but she wouldn't answer, and he felt worry creeping up into him. Last time he talked to her, she sounded so distant and upset. Harry grabbed his keys and left his apartment, driving to his mother's house. He knocked on the front door, received no answer, and tried to twist the knob. It was locked, and he felt himself begin to panic as flashbacks to his father's death played in his mind.

"Where the hell are you?" Harry spoke into the phone when his mother finally answered his call, after the third time.

"I'm at home, why?"

"Answer the door, then." Harry snapped, hanging up and waiting for his mother to open the door. It took her only a few seconds.

Harry stepped inside and took in Anne's appearance. Her hair was messy and she wore a robe, holding it closed with her hands and didn't have any makeup on.

"What do you want, Harry?" Anne crossed her arms across her chest after tying her robe shut.

"What, I can't check up on my mum?" Harry lightly laughed, and pulled her into a hug. He kissed the top of her head.

"You should have called first." Anne mumbled into his shoulder.

"I did, but you didn't answer. Where you sleeping?" Anne pulled away from his arms and looked around the room.

"Uh, yeah. Listen, Harry, you should just go back home." Anne shook her head and took a step back.

"Why? I haven't seen you in a while." Harry shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I don't want to see you." Anne's eyes darted down to the floor and her arms crossed over her chest again, in a defensive stance.

"What?" Harry's voice was small, "Why?" He took a step back as well.

"You do nothing but cause trouble anymore, Harry." Anne kept her voice strong, knowing her words were hurting Harry, but she had to make him leave before he blew up and started messing everything up for her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- what?" Harry's hair fell over his forehead as he leaned forward slightly to look at his mother.

"How is Annabelle? Or have you ruined that too?" Anne changed the subject, genuinely wanting to know how Annabelle were holding up.

"She's fine, we're fine." Harry bit his bottom lip and straightened his posture, anger and guilt flowing through him.

"Okay. Good. You can go now." Anne nodded towards the door and turned around, walking towards her bedroom door that was closed.

"What did I do, mum? I've been good lately." Harry's voice deepened and he placed his hand on the doorknob behind him.

"You've messed up too many times, Harry. I don't, I can't deal with your outbursts and tantrums any longer. You threw away your last chance at your father's dinner." Anne referred to the night Harry got drunk, and wouldn't calm down until Annabelle intervened.

"You know I couldn't help that, it was a tough day for all of us." Harry defended and pushed his hair away from his face.

"Go home." Anne mumbled and walked into her room, sliding through the small opening of her door and closing it behind her.

Harry huffed and left, a ton of guilt and sadness sitting in his chest. He always seemed to ruin his relationships with everyone, why did that always happen? Annabelle wouldn't pay him any attention, and now his own mother were doing the same thing? Harry drove home, leaving the car silent with the radio off, and letting his mind race over the previous events. The past week had been tough, and his mother just made it worse. She had completely ruined any hope he had left in him. He loved his mother to death, and just simply wanted to catch up with her, and she turned him away. What kind of mother would do that? Harry felt as if the world around him were just crumbling in his hands.