Breath

Chapter 2-catching up.

the ride home the restraunt was quiet. but comfortable. I lean against him, running my fingers over the outline of his tattoos. some small, others much larger. even his smell is still the same. rugged yet clean.

"tell me. does mrs. norton still where that god-awful green suit every monday?" harry asks randomly, laughing at the memorie.

mrs.norton is probably 179 years old, and she smokes in the backroom between every class, and we are all pretty sure she keeps a bottle of vodka in her desk drawer.

"unfortunatly yes."  I laugh, we had her class together, and harry would always maks the stupidist jokes. one after another, then nearly split his sides laughing at them.

once at home, my family welcomes harry in with open arms, my mom going on about how much she missed him, my brother giving him one of those bro hug things, but my dad stood quietly in the corner of the kitchen drinking a short glass of scotch, probably the 3rd and more to come. he was staring harry down with the evil eye, struggling to stay upright and I can tell he was thinking of a way to piss him off. my dad has been a violent alcoholic since I was young. and everynight was the same. he would drink to much, get pissed kf, and aim for the best person. tonight seemed to be harry. and honestly I'm worried.

"hey mom. is it okay if he stays with us for the week?" I ask looping my arm through harrys

"of course. anything for our marcel."

and we all help transform the living room couch into harrys bed for the next week.

"you can keep your clothes in my room, I mean if you don't want them in the living room that is...' I look down embarrassed.. but again he suprises me with a

"thatd be great."

honestly I still don't want him so close to my  dad, and my parents room is on the first floor. "hey mom." I whisper, pulling her to the side, "once dad goes to bed, can mar sleep on my floor? dads been staring him down and I'm worried hell go after him."

my mom sighs and nods. she has never once left my dad and I give her props for that.  I mean, he's a raging and violent alcoholic, that's not easy to live with, let alone be married to.

once my dad stumbles into his room, slurring curse words together as he goes, I turn to Harry and smile. "okay. grab your stuff you can have my bed if you want Ill take the floor."

he looks confused standing there, hands shoved Into his pockets.

"I'm fine here, really." he insist.

ha. if you only knew what my dad can do.

"seriously. I don't want you that close to my dad when hes like this."

He doesn't push he just follows me up the stairs, and leans against the wall opposite of my bed.

"it looks the same." he laughs examining everything.

I set my bed up on the floor with blankets and pillows. my back is going to kill in the morning.

"ill take the floor!" harry says so quickly I'm kind of surprised it came out of his mouth. he's probably one of the slowest speakers I know.

"are you sure?"

"I'm postive. please. I want you to be comfortable.  I mean I didn't give you time to even react. I just showed up." which is true. but probably the best graduation gift ever.

I lay on my back staring st the cieling listening to harrys breathing slow and deep. lretty sure he's sleeping.

"goodnight marcel." I whisper into the darkness.

"goodnight Ebony." he responds making my heart jump. I missed him so damn much.