Stalker

Chapter Eleven

(okay first I know what you guys might be thinking that I said id update sooner and it took me a whole week to but I promise it was against my will bc well I had this chapter done from last week but wifi wasn’t connecting to my computer and its not until these past few days that it has but im really sorry I hope you enjoy this chapter!)

Harry’s P.O.V

Her laughter rang through my ears as she once again held her stomach from laughing too hard. It was just a beautiful scene; snow piling up on the sidewalk where we were the only people walking, Paz’s head tilted back, her eyes screwed shut, a hand clutching her stomach as the other held by my forearm so she wouldn’t fall. I smiled at the scenario taking place in front of me.

For the past half an hour I’ve been telling her numerous childhood stories and knock knock jokes trying to lighten the mood. She looked sad, sorrow filling her eyes as I first saw her, and apparently, thank God, my attempts of making her laugh have succeeded.

“That was the worst joke in the history of jokes Harry!” She exclaimed still giggling.

“Then why did you laugh so hard?” I quipped back laughing.

“Because my jokes are equally as awful.” She smiled.

“Oh c’mon! I need to at least hear one of them.”

She nodded seeming deep in thought trying to remember one. With her eyebrows furrowed I couldn’t help but poke the point between her brows which resulted in her sticking her tongue out.

“How many tickles does it take to tickle a squid Harry?” Confusion took over my features as I tried to understand what she just said.

“Tentickles! Get in? In like ten-tickles.” She laughed. It took me a few seconds until I caught on to what she meant and couldn’t help but laugh along.

“This one was really bad though, Paz. Soz love.”

“I know right.” She agreed. An eerie silence took over the atmosphere, none of us talking anymore.

“Hey Paz?”

“Yeah?” She looked up to me, hazel eyes staring back into mine.

“Are you okay? Like really okay? You seem a bit off.”

“I’m fine; it’s nothing to worry about. Just a tad tired.” She tried to smile but I saw right through it.

I nodded and didn’t question her any further as she seemed deep in thought but instead, did something that took us both by surprise, I held her hand. It was a simple gesture of comfort that she looked as though she needed it. After a few more minutes of walking she suddenly came to a halt. Paz stood in front of me, both her hands pressed against my chest preventing me from walking any further. She drew in a deep breath a finally spoke up.

“I’ve been working on a few paintings for an upcoming gala and I barely took any breaks, I’ve been staying late at night doing finishing touches and then waking up the next morning not feeling satisfied with any of the drawings so I either tore them apart or just kept them on the side.” She spoke so quietly I barely heard her but little did she know I already knew that, I’ve been seeing her on several occasions sat on the floor with a canvas in front of her, a face holding determination but eyes holding a feeling of tiresome. She proceeded, “My mum has been seeing one of her co-workers lately and I have no clue why she keeps on telling me he’s just a co-worker nothing more nothing less and it hurts knowing she might be with someone else other than my father. And I just don’t know why in the bloody hell did I just pour my heart to you but I’m very tired and it felt nice getting that off my chest.” She finished her little speech.

Tears had stung her eyes, threatening to fall as I looked at her. “I just feel so alone lately with my brother not being around anymore.” She mumbled softly but I heard and I was hoping she heard my heart crying out for her.

“Listen to me.” I said. She nodded giving me the green light to proceed.

 But I wasn’t pleased; I cupped her face with both of my palms and tilted her head so she was looking up at me. “You might think you’re alone but you’re not I promise you. You might feel as though your mum doesn’t care as much as she did but I can swear on my soul she does and the only reason she probably might not have told you about Steve is because she’s afraid of what you’d think. And I would definitely try and help you with your drawings but I can barely draw a straight line and I wouldn’t want to sabotage your drawings. Just give it a little time okay? It’ll all be alright in the end, and if it’s not, then it won’t be the end. As though for your brother, there’s not much I can do and it pains me but just remember that if you ever need anyone to talk to or complain on how you saw a drawing that definitely had colors of last season I’m just a street away, literally.”

She smiled faintly and nodded. Paz stood on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss to my cheek, near my jawline. She stood by me again as I held her hand.

“Is your coffee offer still up?” She asked smiling.

“Definitely.”

(Im really sorry again I couldn’t update any sooner please vote and comment ily all)