When the day met the night

11

"Harper, talk to me! Open your eyes!" Jared said frantically he was kneeling on the floor next to the couch, stroking my forehead and cheeks. My eyes opened I looked up into his, "shit are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" I slowly sat up, my shoulder hurt I must have knocked it on the door jam when I fainted. I rubbed it and just stared at him, still shocked that he was here, sitting in my lounge. "Are you hurt? You banged your shoulder when you fainted, is it okay?" I just stared at him, unable to speak. He exhaled obviously frustrated, "would you please say something?", "why are you here?" I said quietly. "I'm here because you just decided, to cut me out of your life without an explanation Harper, whatever I did, you never even gave me the chance to explain or apologize, nothing" he snapped. "Let's be honest, there was nothing between us anyway, a one night stand, that's it" I said in almost a whisper and I looked away. "Are you fucking kidding me? We phoned and texted all the time, we were trying to make plans to see each other, I don't do that with one night stands, I doubt you do either, so don't give me that bullshit!" he said loudly standing up. "So you came half way across the world for what?" I asked. "I want an explanation, what the fuck happened in a space of 24 hours and I know it wasn't just those photos?" his eyes stared into mine waiting for an answer. "How did you know where I lived, how did you even get in here?" I asked trying to change the subject. "That bitch Lucy finally realized it was in her best interest to help me out" he said darkly. "You threatened her?" I said surprised, "I don't need to threaten, just a few well placed phone calls made her more helpful" he said dismissively. I looked at him for a moment or two taking in the sight of him, realizing how much I had missed him, despite having known each other for such a short period of time, my feelings were intense and it frightened me. I lay my head on the pillow and tears started to pool in my eyes. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded, I just shook my head I couldn't even speak. He went over and picked up all the shopping and looked around til he found the kitchen. I heard him opening cupboards and making noises and he reappeared with two glasses of water. He gave me one, "have some please" he said and sat down on the floor next to the couch near my head, spreading out his legs. My hand reached out and I took hold of a strand of his long hair and lightly twirled it around my finger, it was only for a brief second but as I let go he grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. "Talk to me, please" he said gently. I took a deep breath, and finally spoke. "I was filming, up in the middle of fucking nowhere and I got sick" he fully turned to look at me as I spoke. "I didn't know what was wrong so they took me to the hospital and they ran some tests and stuff...." I paused wondering how to even say the next part. "What was it? What's wrong?" he said anxiously. "I was having a miscarriage, I had been pregnant, but I didn't know" I whispered, closing my eyes not wanting to look at him. "shit Harper" he said shocked. "Don't worry about it, its over, was over before I even knew about it" I said sighing, finally looking at him. "Were you going to tell me?" he said, his eyes narrowed. "What for? It's not like there was anything you could do, I was careless and it's done now" I said shrugging my shoulders. "No, we were both to blame, but you should have told me, I could have... " he paused, "It was over so quickly, you would have come for nothing...." I said sadly. "No, I wouldn't have come for nothing, I would have come and supported you, been with you, I can't imagine how awful it must have been going through that alone. Don't say it was nothing it was something for me too" he stood up and started pacing, he finally stopped and said, "What about now Harper? Do I mean nothing? Should I go? Do you want me out of your life?" He demanded. I looked down at my hands, I knew what the answer to that was before he'd even asked the question. I slowly stood up, wiping the tears from my cheeks "Im tired, i want to lie down" I held out my hand to him, in three strides he came and took it and I led him upstairs to my room. I pulled back the duvet took off my shoes and jeans and got into bed, he did the same and scooted over to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me tight against his chest. "Was it... did you.. were you in pain? Will you be okay?" I nodded "I'm fine", "no I mean, you know, in the future?" I understood. "Yes they said it was ok". He softly kissed my forehead and i snuggled in closer to him. I felt him relax and his steady soft breathing told me he had fallen asleep. I dozed off as well, when I woke up it was dark, the light from the street shone in through the window throwing shadows through the room. Jared was awake and was looking at me, I smiled "You were tired", "yeah I was, sorry I was out like a light" he said "it's okay". His arm pulled me tighter and he leaned down kissing me gently, then pulled away, "I'm going to jump in your shower ok? I probably stink" he moved to get up, "oh of course, it's through there" I motioned toward the ensuite. He left the room and I heard him go downstairs and come back with his bag. He knelt down opened it and rummaged through grabbing things, I was propped up on my elbow watching him. "There's towels in the cupboard in there" I said, "thanks" he disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower run. I lay in bed waiting for him to come out. Not long after he emerged wearing a towel and drying his hair with another one. His phone started ringing again, i had heard it ringing before. I passed it to him, "You'd better answer it, it's rung a few times" i said. He slid it across, "hello" I heard a male voice yell, "where the fuck are you?!!".