Concealed

six

(The story of my life, I take her home, I drive all night, to keep her warm and time, is frozen.)

I drove to Noelle's house as she laid in the back seat of my car lifelessly. She's passed out drunk and I feel bad for her because her hangover is going to be a bitch tomorrow.

I heard her stir a little, but I knew she wasn't awake.

I pulled into her driveway, and when I saw only Noelle's car in the driveway along with a car that was really unfamiliar. I didn't feel comfortable dropping her off, when she's in the state she's in when I don't know who's there. I feel protective of her, and I don't want her to get hurt. I know she won't because it's her home, but for my sanity I decided to bring her back to my house. Someone has to take care of her and if no one is at her house to do it, it might as well be me.

She'll probably hate me in the morning for it, but she's too intoxicated.

I backed out of her driveway, and turned around to pull into mine.

Once I killed the ignition, I got out of my car to tend to Noelle. I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her. I tried my best not to drop her as I opened the front door.

It's nearly one am, and my father of course is still passed out. It seems as if the amount of alcohol bottles has increased, but my vision could be deceiving me.

I hiked up the steps, carrying her in my embrace. Her loosely curled hair draped over my arm, as I tried to place my arms so I could support her knees and neck. Her eyelids were shut, and she seemed like she was in a peaceful state.

I have a series of emotions running throughout me though. I feel bad for doing this because I know how closed off she is. She may hate me in the morning for bringing her here, and taking care of her, or she might have some epiphany and appreciate my actions. I'm doing it to be nice because I truly feel bad for her. She's alone, and she's got these solid opinions on things that teenagers should experience.

I waged my way down the hall, and despite my subconscious, I decided to open the door leading to my room and I placed her on my bed. I know I shouldn't but the guest room is a mess, and the bathroom is on the opposite side of the hall, so I can watch her now. I'll just sleep on the floor.

I took off her sneakers, and pulled the covers over her lifeless body, and she instantly curled in a ball, and snuggled against an empty pillow. I got some blankets and an extra pillow out of my closet, and set up a place for me to sleep.

"Harry?" She called quietly. I snapped my head up from what I was doing, and walked over, and sat beside her. Her back was facing me but I wasn't sure if she was still asleep or not.

Don't touch her Harry, my subconscious scolded, but I ignored it and stroked her hair gently.

"Harry?" She said again.

"Hmm?"

"My head is pounding," she whined. Her voice was still soft and low in volume.

"Hold on, I'll get you something." I said and I walked down the steps, and retrieved her a bottle of water and some ibuprofen.

I got back up to Noelle and I could tell she was awake, because she was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

"Where am I?"

"You're at my house. No one was at your house," I lied.

"My grandmother wasn't there?" She asked concerned.

"No, your parents weren't either."

"Harry.." She said timidly.

"Hmm," I said. I sat next to her and handed her the medicine along with the water. She gulped both down.

"Thanks." She said. "Can you take me home?"

"Noelle I don't think that's a good idea. You're still drunk and no ones there to take care of you."

"Harry I don't live with my parents. I live with my grandmother. She's home, I know she is."

"Noelle please. Just stay here, I'll take you home in the morning."

She sighed and laid back down defeated. I still say down next to her.

"What happened?" I asked. She looked at me confused.

"What do you mean?"

"To your parents," I whispered.

"Harry it's not really something I want to get into. My head hurts, I'm drunk, and I don't want to relive my past. It's fucked up and I don't feel like talking about it. Maybe if I was a little more drunk I would," she laughed slightly.

"Okay," I shrugged not wanting to push her. She's so confusing, and I just want to know everything about her. From the man she was talking to today and now she's not telling me about her parents and why she lives with her grandmother I'm just utterly confused.

I got up and felt a grip on my wrist, as I turned around to find Noelle sitting up again, clutching me wrist with her small hand. I could feel the cool metal of her rings on my skin.

"Thank you," she said. "For everything."

I smiled, "you're welcome." She let go, and I laid on the floor, trying to position myself so I'm comfortable on some level. I heard her breathing, and I ended up lying on my side, and drifting to sleep wondering what it would be like to hold her while she slept.

AUTHORS NOTE- hi guys! Happy new year, I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. I really like it and I have a lot in store. Please please please vote!

-Shelby xx