War Torn

Chapter 7

Felicity pov
When I was eighteen, I feel into a dangerous relationship that I couldn't get out. And every very few years the guy would show up back in my life.

Harry promised me that man would never appear in my life ever again. He was able to keep that promise for two years.

Harry and I were laying in the grass behind my parents house.

"So your moving?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I found a young veteran housing complex in Reading. I've studied it for over a month, I've visited twice, and it seems wonderful." I said as I rolled onto my stomach so I could face Harry, since I had been reading with my head on his stomach.

"I'm going to help you move in," he stated.

"No your not. I don't want the house to be swarmed with paps 24/7. Especially at a house full of PTSD veterans." I protested.

"Alright, but I will visit you." Harry promised.

I gave Harry a kiss.

"I was expecting you too." I said.

"I'm actually a bit jealous that you get to live with other veterans."

"Your still active in the Army. I was honorably discharged. Thus making you not a veteran" I corrected.

"Yes, because you were injured and couldn't fight anymore." Harry said.

"I love you." I said as I kissed Harry again, Changing the subject.

"I love you too," Harry said as he kissed me back.

I heard the distant sound of camera's clicking. I sat up then Harry did.

"And now we need to go." Harry said as He got up then helped me up.

We ran back to my parent's house. I unlocked the back door and we went in.

"Did the paps spoil your fun?" Clayton teased.

"Shut up." I demanded.

"You need to finish packing your room. Mum said to be packed by the time she and Dad get back with your car." Clayton said.

"Fine ," I rolled my eyes.

Harry followed me to my room.

"What happened in here?" Harry asked.

All my belongings were put in piles on the floor. It look like a disaster had gone through my room.

"Boxes are in the garage." Clayton yelled.

"You know, you could help a wounded veteran." I called.

Clayton didn't respond.

"You are useless Clayton!" I yelled.

"No one wants a lone legged soldier!" Clayton yelled back.

I pushed past Harry and stormed to the kitchen.

"Too far, I know I went too far!" Clayton apologized.

"Come help," I demanded.

"Yes ma'am." He said as he got up and went to the garage to get the boxes.

•••

Clayton helped me carry the boxes in to the veteran home.

"Welcome, Felicity. Your room is on the top floor." The owner of the house, Kenya said as she greeted us.

She took the box I had.

I followed her up to the room and she set my box down.

Clayton and I took a few trips to get all of my stuff to my room.