Precious // h.s

twenty nine

not edited, who's ready for a long chapter?

Evelyn~

We're laying in Harry's bed at his house, ready to go to sleep and the only thing on my mind is if my dad will wake up or not. I cuddle further into Harry's chest.

"Thank you for today." I sigh.

"I'm gonna be there for my girl when she needs me." He hugs me tighter.

"Are your walls soundproof?" I ask him, randomly.

"Only my room." He chuckles.

I haven't talked to Harry's parents, only to Des for a short moment this morning. I should go and tell them goodnight. I still want to make Anne change here impression of me.

"I'm gonna say goodnight to your parents." I say to Harry.

"Okay, tell them I said goodnight, too."

I nod and get of of the bed. I throw in some leggings quickly, to cover my legs and then I walk out of Harry's door and down one level to their room they they're staying in. I can hear them yelling at each other, but I don't know why.

I hesitantly knock on the door and the shouting ceases immediately. Anne opens the door and her eyes are wide when she sees me. I purse my lips until Des comes into view.

"I just wanted to say goodnight." I awkwardly say.

"Oh, okay, goodnight." Anne actually flashes a genuine smile at me. "You didn't hear us fighting, did you?"

I shift my weight onto one leg, "kind of?"

"Please, don't tell Harry. He hates when we fight and we haven't told him about what we were thinking of doing." Anne says quickly.

"Thinking of doing what?" I ask.

"Divorce." Des butts in.

My eyes literally pop out of my head. They're not gonna tell Harry that they're thinking of having a divorce? Harry's gonna go bat-shit. Harry's parents just both stare at me for my reaction.

"Promise me you won't tell him." Anne begs.

I don't know if I can keep it from him.

"Okay." I sigh.

Shit, I'm such a bad girlfriend.

"Thank you." She smiles again, slowing shutting the door.

Holy fuck. If I keep this from Harry and he eventually finds out, he's gonna be mad at me for the longest time. He probably might even dump me because of this. I walk back up the stairs and into Harry's room. I pull off my pants and toss them to the side of the room.

"What took you so long?" Harry asks me.

"I went to get a drink of water." I lie.

The secret is already eating me alive. I don't know how long I can hold it in for. Maybe they'll tell him tomorrow. We'll just have to wait. This just adds more to my mind and stress. First, my parents in the hospital and now Harry's parents getting a divorce?

"You okay?" Harry grabs my hand. "You're just staring at the ceiling."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I chew on my bottom lip, nervously.