Breath

chapter 5-undecided

I wake in the morning tangled in harrys arms on the floor. my face feels swollen and body soar from the crying. I lay still, not wanting to stir him. Harrys breaths are deep and quiet, his chest raising and lowering at an even pace. Harrys face is so soft and innocent as he sleeps peacefully.

London then pops into my brain. London. an apartment with harry. no violent father. but my mom needs me here. I can't leave her alone with my father.  Robert would be fine here, but..  why exactly am I staying?

harrys eyes blink awake and a grin appears on his face.

"I could get used to this." he whispers in his raspy morning voice.

"what? holding me as I sob and hide from my drunken father? " I joke.

"no. waking up with you in my arms."

what. is that flirting. is he being serious. breath ebony.

I don't say anything, I just smile and nuzzle my head back into his neck. taking in his scent once again.

"I'm afraid your going to disapear." I whisper and he holds me tighter.

"I won't."

we lay like this for a bit longer until I hear a few slaming doors, and yelling causing harry and I to creep down the stairs and my mum is standing deffinatly in the living room arms crossed with tears running down her cheaks. Harry and I stay hidden on the stairs.

"You can't treat my daughter like that. so take your sorry ass and get it out of my house."

my mum is yelling and I see my dad carrying a duffle bag overflowing with clothes and his old tattered suitcase and he begins walking out the door.

"ill see you in court stan." she yells again as my  dad closes the door behind him.

what. the. hell. just. happened.

I hear my mum burst into tears, then the sound of Robert consoling her quietly.

"follow me." harry whispers, taking my hand and takes me back to my room.

I dont cry this time. I only stand there, my back against the door taking in deep breaths. staring at my unmade bed, and harry begins to make it.

"what are you doing?" I laugh, crossing my arms.

"its proven, when your bed is made, you sleep better." he says so matter-of-factly it makes me laugh even more.

"and if you come to London with m-"

"Harry! come on.."

"I know, I know. I just don't want to loose you again." his voice gets quiet and he sits down on the tightly pulled comforter then crosses his hands looking down.

"harry whats wrong?" I ask sitting next to him.

"i-its nothing."

"harry tell me."

"you arnt safe here Eb. I want you to be safe and happy. which your neither of the two."

"harry I can't just decide in a day to pack up my life and run away to london. what about my mum?"

"she has robert, and london is only 3 hours south of here." harry stands  pacing and running his hands through his hair then holds them on his neck. he's stressed.

"please let me keep thinking about it har..."

"i leave saturday. we have 5 days together Eb."

when he says it my heart nearly lurches out of my chest. only 5 days? really?

I gulp and go to him wrapping my arms around his waist and he puts his around my shoulders.

and we stand like this for a while.

"lets get out of here." he whispers and we sneak out to harrys car and we drive around aimlessly for a bit until we pull up to a little coffee shop in town. paps are already surrounding as we pull up. harry hold my hand tight and guides me in,

"Harry!" they shout, "who's the new betty?"

"how long have the two of you been sleeping together? "

harry scoffs and we walk to a table in the back of the lounge. old couples are sprinkled through out and its pretty quiet once the police make the paps leave.

"harry I won't even have a way of paying for myself."

"first, I'm paying. second. you've been saving money for years for something like this remember?"  he's right. ever since I was 8 I would save pennies and dollars for when I could run away from this life and start my own life doing it my own way. and i have a few thousand dollars saved uo thanks to my 3 jobs ive had for years.now is my chance.