Love Me Again. H.S

Chapter-5

She was insisting me to go to the store to grab some snacks. It was cold outside and I didn't want anything cold. "Pleaseee Meg!" She pleaded. Giving up I said, "Finee." She clapped her hands in joy and I laughed at her.

I got myself out of my bed and we walked out of my room. I told my Mum that we're going outside. When I opened the door, wind blew past our faces and I said, "It's too cold Ruth." She looked at me and said, "I know." She took my hand and we went to the shop.

She grabbed some packets of Lay's. She was about to get the drinks and my eyes widened. "Are you mad? Juice in the cold weather?" She didn't react and walked to the cashier. She paid and as we were about to leave my heart stopped beating in my chest.

Shock and nervousness was now written on my face. He also stopped when he saw me. It was the first time I had seen him so close. My feet were glued to the floor. We were looking at each other. I forgot Ruth was there.

"Meg, let's go!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store. I turned my face and saw him over my shoulder. He was still looking at me. I didn't know why he always stares at me. Something about his gaze made me nervous. Ruth was still holding my hand and leading me to opmy house. We reached home but none of us said a word.

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"Hello sweetie." Mum said as she walked to the living room with Me and Aunt Lucy following her. As she entered the living room she saw Harry.

"Hello, Harry. How are you?" She asked.

"I'm good thanks." He stood up and replied.

Now all of them were sitting except me, hands crossed over my chest I was looking at them with a smile on my face.

"He's no good Mum. He has temperature." I told them.

I wanted to see his reaction. He was glaring at me probably singaling me to stop. "Oh my boy! How did that happen?" Aunt Lucy asked as she moved closer to his son. "Nothing Mum, I'm fine." He said giving me an angry look. Oh. He looked adorable.

"Are you sure?" She asked again. I was trying to stifle the smile that was creeping on my lips.

"Yes, Mum." Is all he said.

"Harry take some rest and Meg will make you some soup." Mum said to him.

He clearly didn't want all of this but he couldn't say No to Mum. He stood up and walked forward where I was standing. He gave me a brief look and went away. It was so good to tease him.

"You guys want anything?" I asked the twi lovely ladies.

"No, honey. Go make soup for him." Mum said.

Nodding, I went to the kitchen. I chopped some vegetables and poured water in a saucepan to boil it. I was very quick. I placed the the bowl and a glass of water in the tray and climbed the stairs. When I reached his room, I knocked.

"Yes?" He said in his raspy voice.

"Can I come in? Your soup is ready." I informed him. He was quite. I asked again, "May I come in?"

"Yes."

I opened the door and saw him laying in his bed. His room was nit a mess as the other boys of his age have. It was neat and clean. I placed the tray on the table. "How are you feeling now?" I asked handing the glass pf water which he took without any argument. He was just glaring at me. He took a sip and placed it on the table.

"Ummm....your Mum said...Umm...that you won't take it by yourself. So...I shoukd make sure you...take it." As I said I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to see him angry. When I opened my eyes he was still looking at me. When he's staring you can't tell if he's hapoy or angry.

He didn't say anything so I took it as approval. As I brought the spoon close to his face he held my wrist tightly and said, "I can take care of myself. You made it for me, thank you for that. But I'm not a kid. So don't spoon-feed me!" He let go of my wrist as he finished. I was shocked and hurt by his words.

"Yeah..you are right...I'm sorry....." Tears were gathering in my eyes. My voice was not helpful for hiding my tears. I tried to hold them back. "I'm really...s-stupid to do this." saying this a tear slipped down my cheek. Now I couldn't help it.

I ran out of his room and slammed the door behind me. I got in my room. Locking it, I started crying.

Why is he like this?

Why doesn't he see that.....

Why should I let his words affect me?

Who is He?

He doesn't want my attention or anything from me.

Why I'm wasting my time?

But I could not stop crying. I don't know why I was crying for. His words or what?

I cuddled with my Teddybear and soon I drifted off to sleep.

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Here's the next chapter! I know it's a bit short. Thanks to everyone who is reading.
All the love as always. :)