The secret side of me

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Giana's pov.

I made my way down the street in the cold with my head down and my icy hands in my pockets. I made my way on the odd street I had never been on before. It was almost empty but there was some bars that had people around them, and some shops that were closed for the night. There wasn't many cars on the street only a few due to the time of night.

I turned the corner to a new road, with even less cars and even less people. Practically abandoned. A single black car was under the light of a street lamp and I tried looking through the glass but it was too dark. As I was looking t the car trying to see if it was who I thought it might have been, I heard my name being called.

I froze. No no no. It couldn't be him. I wasn't ready to see him. it had been almost a week but I still wasn't prepared. I turned slowly to see the face that haunted my mind, even in sleep. He was closer than I thought, only a couple feet away. His hand was on the wall supporting him and I was guessing he was drunk.

"Giana, babe, I've missed you." He slurred with a lazy smile. Ok he was definitely drunk. He let go of the wall an took a step closer nearly falling over and his shoulder hit the wall. I saw blinking behind me to see the cars tail lights on before the turned off once again, alright then. I turned back to Harry to see he was still against the red brick wall. he was drinker than I thought.

"Harry can you get up?" I asked pushing down my hatred and fear for now. he didn't move and I was getting worried his eyes were closed now. "Harry!" I said louder and his eyes opened up a little bit. "Come here babe." I said trying to get him to listen to me. he tried to get off the wall and almost fell again. Fuck! Alright change of plans.

I walked up to tentatively. I can't just leave him in the street like this. But I was thinking about it. I slowly picked him up putting his arm over my shoulder for support. There was no need to be scared, he was too wasted to throw a punch, but I couldn't help it.

I turned us around so we were facing the corner I just turned. I looked over my shoulder to the creepy black car. I shook my head to whoever was inside and started walking back to my house. I didn't know they were going to be there tonight, I thought I was going somewhere else but I guess they had different plans for tonight.

I pulled the stumbling boy along the best I could. He was too heavy and my left arm was still hurting pretty bad although it was getting better. I struggled to carry him the rest of the way and by now we had walked all through the streets and close to his house now. I walked up to his porch putting him down on the steps before I grabbed his spare key and opened the door.

I took him inside and, with much difficulty, brought him all the way up the stairs into his room. I set him down on his bed getting him to a laying position. Good enough. I got a glass of water from the kitchen before brining it back up to him and now he was under the sheets.

"Drink this." I said in a wary voice.

"You shouldn't be helping me right now Giana." He said taking the glass and gulping almost all of it down. When he was done I put it on his night stand. "I'm sorry babe. I made a mistake. I needed to-" he slurred and I came to his side.

"Shh. Let's not talk about this now. You need to go to sleep." I said in a soft voice.

"Then can we talk about it tomorrow?" he asked sounding like a child.

"I don't think so." I said.

"Please?" He said with desperation in his voice and hope in his eyes. "just stay here?" He said and my heart broke. I couldn't say no. But I know I should.