Chapter 11 ( Edited)

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Song:
Collide, Howie day.
Miss you, Miley Cyrus.  

Harry's P.O.V.

Out of nowhere Aimee just started running home; I don't understand what is going on with her. I run after her and keep calling her name but she's not stopping, not even stopping to catch her breath like i do. Damn, she runs fast. 

She runs inside the house, sits the grocery on the kitchen table, and runs upstairs probably to her room. I think i should give her some space, and make some dinner, that's the least i can do since she lets me stay here with her.  I am making a chicken salad, with some homemade garlic bread, it's my favorite, and my mother always made it for me when i was sick or feeling down. 

The dinner is done so i yell for her to come downstairs and eat with me. I don't think she heard me tho, cause i don't hear her coming down the stairs. I'll just go up and see if she is awake, maybe she has fallen asleep. I walk up the stairs, and now that i am at the top there is a lot of fucking doors, who the hell would need this many doors? I walk down the hall and try to see if there is something that could tell me where Aimee is, until i'm at the end of the hall and there is a small tag on one of the doors, i look closer and there written in sleek black is her name written. I stand before the door to hear if there is some kind of noice in there that says she is awake and well, but there is just absolute silence. I softly knock on the door, but there is no response, so i slowly open the door and walk in.  

There she is. Sleeping peacefully on her bed. She smiles a bit in her sleep, and it makes her look so beautiful, she is one of the most beautiful people i have ever seen, especially when she smiles and laughs. I see that she is still wearing er shoes and jacket from outside, so i walk over to her and carefully take of her shoes and jacket, she turns abit as i take of the jacket, but nothing else. I lay her cover over her so that she won't freeze and i walk out again.  

I walk downstairs again to eat some food. Now that i have finished the food that i made i walk back into the living room and i see the wall of pictures again. I stand in front of the pictures and just look at them all, i still don't know what that guy at the store meant by this time of year and accident. Moreover, where are her parents? She is here to visit them, and they aren't even here. Could he have meant that her parents had been in an accident and that they got hurt so badly that they need to live at a home, and she stays here and goes to visit them sometimes. Yeah, mayb. That sounds resonable right? Maybe i'll try and ask her again tomorrow about her parents, and see if she will answer me after she has had some rest.

I lay down on the couch and surf through the channels, but there is nothing good on. Until i get to a british program called Tattoo Fixers, that's pretty cool, since i'm becoming a tattoo artist, this could help me a bit. A bunch of episodes are on rerun, so i watch it until sleep drags me away from reality. 

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I wake up by my phone calling; I groan and check my phone to see who it is. It is Karen she is my booty call.

"Hello," I say in my morning voice.

"Hi, Harry! Where are you?" she says in her high pitch voice, she is so annoying, but she is really good in bed, which is the only reason i still talk to her. 

"Nowhere you have to worry about." I tell her.

"Ugh, fine but I want to get laid." She says in an annoyed voice.

"This early in the morning?" I ask her.

"Harry, the clock is 1pm." Oh, shit. Where is Aimee? Didn't think i would be sleeping this long. 


"I have to go." I tell her and hang up. 

I get up from the couch, and look all over the house but i don't see her anywhere. I go the kitchen, cause i am in a deep need of coffee and there on the table is the a note. 

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