Only You {h.s}

Chapter Thirty Five

"He just walked right up to her!" Harry shouts at the Officer standing in our living room.  "You saw what he texted me and you can't even trace the number?"

I'm sitting on the couch, watching their exchange with a dazed look on my face.  I haven't spoken since we let the club.  I just can't seem to get any words out.

I wrap the blanket that is draped across my shoulders around me tighter, almost whimpering at the yelling.

"I understand you're angry, Sir.  He broke the restraining order, so now there's a warrant out for his arrest," Officer Michaels says, trying to keep his voice calm.

"That's it?" Harry spits.  "That's all you're going to do?  You know that won't do shit to stop him from coming after her," he points at me.

"Well if he's that set on finding her, he will surface again soon and we will catch him."

"That's your master plan?  To just sit on your ass and wait for him to take my girl?  What the fuck kind of cop are you?" Harry seethes, getting dangerously close to the Officer.

"The kind that doesn't tolerate your attitude.  Now calm down before I force you to," he says sternly.

"Is that a threat?" Harry narrows his eyes.

"It's a warning.  And I suggest you take it seriously."

Harry looks him up and down and scoffs, shaking his head.  He turns away, running his hand through his hair.

"This is bullshit," he says under his breath.

The cop takes a step toward him and opens his mouth to speak, but Harry holds his hand up and stops him.

"If you aren't going to do anything to actually help us, then get the fuck out of my house," he says, eerily calm.

Officer Michaels stands there for a moment looking stunned.  He probably isn't used to people he doesn't work for bossing him around.  But Harry looks absolutely frightening right now and he would be a fool not to listen to him.

He nods subtly and turns on his heel, somewhat stomping out of the house.  He slams the door shut and I know it would've made me flinch if I wasn't so out of it.

Harry walks over and crouches down in front of me.  My eyes are fixed on the direction the Officer went and I'm in too much of a haze to pay attention to what's going on right now.

He takes my hand in his and runs his thumb over my knuckles.  I feel so numb.

"Mer?" he tries to get my attention.

I don't make any effort to look at him.  I want to, but I'm just so tired.

"Mer, please," he pleads with me.

It takes all the energy I have just to turn my head and face him.  Harry's eyes are full of concern.  Concern for me.  He's worried and he's stressed out and it's all my fault.  I brought my problems into his life and he doesn't deserve it.

"Please talk to me.  Don't keep me in the dark again.  Please."

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.  Only the hitch of my breath and the suffocating lump in my throat.  All of a sudden I taste the saltiness of tears. 

How long have I been crying?

Harry gets on the couch and holds me like he normally does.  I curl into him, holding onto his arm as my quiet sobs turn gut wrenching.  Harry just keeps his arms wrapped around me and rocks back and forth a little, periodically kissing the top of my head.