Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-One

Harry sighed from Deanne's disappearance, just staring down at his fingers that have recently being occupied with twigs and leaves. He doesn't remember how he had taken them and where but one thing he's sure of was that Aronica has her head rest on his shoulder, sitting close and comfortable.

He was down, clearly, still regretting the fact that he didn't chase and helped her, but for once, he felt like Aronica was the one keeping him back on his feet.

"Harry?" her voice brought him back to where life is and he hummed in response, scared that if he spoke, she might go away.

"Why didn't you help her?" was what she asked, and he sighed causing her to look worried and sat up straight once more. He pressed his lips to a thin line, unsure of what to say or how his response will be. He knew the answer very well, that it's alive still in his unclear head. He was certain that he liked Aronica's presence, he was certain that Deanne was different, but he was uncertain if he could even be normal again.

He wanted to be the same old Harry who loved his parents and had his sister again, the boy who enjoyed making people laugh, who loved going to Jane, or who wanted to impress his new father. But nothing like those were present in him. Or maybe he needed to find it.

"I was scared" he replied. He didn't blame the confused expression she placed though, knowing he felt the same. But she didn't say anything, letting him to continue.

"She clearly changed. She didn't wear the same sweater I used to buy for her, she didn't put on the dark purple eyeliner I used to love on her, and she doesn't smile like she used to. I felt like she...she doesn't look at me the same way as before. I didn't like the fact that she wasn't the same, I never did. I hated it. I was afraid that she might look at me as a weakling, not like how she used to think that I was the strongest" he spoke, suddenly forgetting that his hand were held tightly by Aronica's ones.

"You don't like people to change" she whispered.

"Yeah" he looked down, hating the fact that he did.

"Hey don't be ashamed, people sometimes change in a good way. And I know you did" she smiled.

"I'd like to think so" he shrugged.

"You better" she laughed slightly, finally staring at the sky. It looked as if it was about to rain from the clouded dark sight. She tugged on his sleeves and he jumped a little, looking at her.

"What?"

"It's going to rain. I think we should get home" she stood up, hating that the day must end.

"No I wanna stay" he whined, pulling on her shirt.

"Harry! I don't want to be soaked so if you do, then I'm not changing your mind"

"Don't be such a bore" he laughed. He continued to pull on the fabric, convincing her again and again.

"As much I would love to be fun, my sister isn't on my good side" she said, ignoring the pain and needles in her chest. She tried to stop her lips from shaking, removing Harry's fingers slowly away of her fabric.

"Your sister?" he was suddenly interested, standing up to her.

"Y-yeah, she's probably...worried if I stayed out"

"Well then can I walk you home?" he suggested, hoping to see the house again.

"I guess"

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"Well that explains a lot" she mumbled, seeing the yellow paper stuck clumsily in a slanted way on the back door.