Stalker

Chapter Four

When you’re going through a rough patch in your life you’d think everyone is living the perfect life and you’re the only one suffering, but today I’ve come to a conclusion that life isn’t exactly fair and everyone has their bad days. Watching Harry leave the house in such speed and panic made me realize that I’m not the only one who’s lived a moment of time in fear of losing someone.

Harry hasn’t come back yet and it’s already past mid-night. I went home after Harry left to inform my mum what’s happening and that I’d be staying there until someone comes back. When I entered the house it was complete silence and no one was in sight. So I grabbed a paper and wrote her down a note. But when I went to living room to stitch it somewhere, I found her sound asleep on Steve’s shoulder. He was asleep as well and I tried not to make any noise. After I left the house I had expected myself to cry, but instead I felt anger. I was furious with my mum for at least not telling me what exactly they are classified as. She told me they’re only co-workers but the sight in the living room serves to say otherwise.

My eyelids were slowing closing and I struggled to keep them opened, Annabelle was already in a deep slumber lying in my arms. I couldn’t bulge for I didn’t want to wake her up but half an hour later a tired Harry entered the house and collapsed on the couch in front of me with a thud making him groan. He tilted his head to the left and squinted his eyebrows trying to get a better view of who was sitting in front of him.

“Paz?” He asked standing up straight. I hummed in response. Harry stood up and made his way over to me, he took Annabelle from my arms and carried her upstairs. A few minutes later he was back and sat next to me.

“Thank you for staying. I honestly don’t know what came over me when you told me about gramps. I just left and never came back, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright Harry; I totally understand how you feel. Is he going to be okay?”

“The doctor said he can leave tomorrow but he has to stay tonight.”

“That’s good. How’s Anne?”

“Oh mum’s good, very tired though. She insisted on staying with him and refused to leave.” He sighed.

“Wait Anne is your mum?” I asked. To be honest there was a great resemblance but it still astonished me.

“Yes.” He chuckled. I nodded my head realizing the conversation has come to an end so I stood up and made my way over to the front door.

“Where are you going?” He questioned standing up.

“Home, if you need anything just knock on my door, my house is right in front of yours.” I smiled.

“Stay, you’re at my house now, which means I’m responsible for whatever happens to you, and you shouldn’t go back home this late alone.”

“Harry, I live right in front of you. No one’s going to rape me by the time I reach it.” I laughed. He winced at the word rape and spoke again.

“Just please stay, I need to head to the hospital tomorrow morning and I don’t exactly want Anna to come with me, I don’t want her to see what hospitals are like and all the sick people there.” He begged.

I nodded giving in, “I don’t have any clothes to sleep in though.” I stated.

“Here,it's clean.” He took off his shirt and gave it to me. “Follow me.” He added. I did as told and ended up in a dark room. Harry entered the room and opened the drawer taking something from it and passing it to me. “I’ll leave you to change, and if you need anything just tell me. I’ll be in the living room.” He said leaving the room.

I took off my clothes and changed into the ones he gave me. The image of his toned torso and abs never left my mind as I put my clothes away. I went to bed straight after that and cuddled with the pillows. Shutting my eyelids close and clearing my mind leaving Harry’s words lingering through my mind as I fell asleep. ‘You’re at my house now, which means I’m responsible for whatever happens to you, and you shouldn’t go back home this late alone.’

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I woke up the next morning due to the light shimmering through the curtains. I sat up straight taking a deep breath. The smell of Harry’s shirt was beyond perfect and if I could smell only one thing for the rest of my life it would be this. Harry had given me boxing shorts last night and I was beyond grateful because sleeping in skinny jeans isn’t exactly comfy.

I searched through the rooms for Annabelle and found her in the one right next to me. I left the room and went downstairs and entered the living room to find Harry asleep on the sofa. His feet were dangling from the other side and his head looked like it was going to land on the floor in any second. I turned off the TV and went over to where he was sleeping.

I positioned his head properly and lightly shook him. “Harry wake up. Wake up and sleep in a proper bed.” I whispered trying not to annoy him. “Harry, come on.”

He grunted and flipped over to the other side. I sighed in defeat and sat in front of him. I tried my best not to stare at his back muscles or the way his shoulders lightly rose and fell whenever he breathed in and out. I resisted the urge not to run my hands over his muscles and kept reminding myself not to stare.

Not even ten minutes later he suddenly stood up and frantically wore his boots then headed for the door. I frowned not knowing what the hell is going on with him, seriously dude. He was unlocking the door when I stood in front of him and tore his hand away from the knob.

“What are you doing Paz?” He asked sounding half asleep.

“No, what are you doing?” I giggled emphasizing the word you.

“I’m going to the hospital. I’m already very late!” He exclaimed seriously.

“Harry, relax. It’s not even seven and you’re not wearing a shirt moron.” I chuckled too amused by the situation. He sighed and only then when I noticed how close I actually was, and that I was still holding his hand away from the doorknob. I removed my hand from his and put it in the pockets of the shorts. But then again, boxing shorts rarely have pockets, and this one doesn’t.

It was Harry’s turn to laugh causing my cheeks to go crimson. I stepped away from Harry and went back to the living room leaving him still laughing. Annabelle appeared later on carried by Harry himself. He plopped himself next to me and laid Annabelle next to him.

“What hour are you going to the hospital?” I asked.

“Seven thirty or eight.” He replied.

“I have work at seven thirty but I can take Annabelle with me.” I told him standing up.

“I’ll give you both a ride and then pick you up at,”

“At ten please. Let me just go and change now.” And with that, I was out.

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