Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 17

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"Come closer." Ann sang, wiggling her pointed finger at Harry as she moved her hips. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at his drunken friend. You would think one would be beyond exhausted after dancing all night and intoxicated beyond words. Ann had bonded with alcohol so much now that she knew how to hold her own if need be. Although, Ann's movements were funny and the way she moved her hips from side to side was fascinating, Harry knew there was more to it. There always was. He had embraced her only a few hours ago and he wanted nothing more than to do that again, however he couldn't find the nerve to move from the sofa. All he wanted to do was smile with her but for some reason he felt as if the roles were switched. He was her and she was him. How ironic.

Tears began to form in his eyes as he simply stared at his mate. Ann stopped twirling around once she noticed and gapped at her friend before rushing over to him, dropping on her knees.

"H-Harry?" She slurred, her lifeless eyes red and calm. Harry didn't say a word as he brought his hand up to his mouth, muffling his light sobs. He shook his head before glancing down at her and then away from her, the glass windows and the city beyond them, was the only thing that kept him from cry his heart out for this girl. Simply because she was pained and he knew it. There wasn't a single thing he could do and knowing that pained him even more. He usually hid it well but he couldn't anymore in this very moment.

"What's wrong?"

Harry simply blinked in responses, his eyes red and his face pale.

Ann gapped at him before grabbed his forearm and snuggling in between his legs, her head barely touching his chest. "Please tell me why you're crying." She pleaded as she felt tears build up within her very own eyes. Leigh-Ann was already a vulnerable girl, being in a drunk state of mind and seeing Harry, whom never shed a tear in front of her made her feel more exposed than she typically did. Hearing her sniffles made him caress her hair, pulling her closer.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I'm so sorry, Leigh-Ann. I'm so sorry that he did this to you and there's nothing I can do, not a single thing." Harry started. "I'm always here but that's never enough because at the end of the day, you'll continue to think about him and how baldly he treated you, how selfish he truly was and how he was never worthy of your love. Although, you know all of those things, something in you denies the truth. I wish you didn't, baby girl. I just want you to be happy. You're not even yourself." Leigh breathed harshly, as she wiped a fallen tear from her cheeks. She refused to cry out for someone who didn't want to be cried out for nor listen so instead, she stared out of the windows, her eyes low as she simply listened to Harry's irregular heartbeat.
         For the first time in a long time, it wasn't Ann's fault for thinking about Justin. It was Harry's. A dull reminder that she had encountered Justin's aura once before.