Kidnapped

Chapter Twenty

Anna's Pov. 

It was a few days later when I asked Harry the question, "Harry why are you still here?" 

He held my gaze for a bit before he replied, "I am here because I love you." He sounded irritated so I left him be, I didn't want to be a bother to anybody especially Harry. It was late spring, Harry is still on break. I understand that he loves me, but shouldn't he go visit his family? Go home even? But since I already asked him that one question I left him alone. 

I was sitting outside with my crutches next to me and Harry was across the porch on a different chair. "How are you feeling exactly?" Harry broke the silence, I knew he wasn't looking at me but I didn't meet his eyes as I stared out into the distance. "Good...I guess."

I barely whispered the last part, psychically I am doing good at least I think. I get around now okay but I haven't really been feeling up to do anything. Mentally I am going crazy, thoughts all kinds of thoughts take over my mind. Voices that aren't even mine fill my head telling me things. I feel as if I can't even hear my own thoughts half of the time. One of the many thoughts that come and go is death. Not just a certain kind, all kinds. Murder, suicide, health problems, any kind you can think of it has crossed my mind. 

I feel as if I am slowly going insane and the only reason why I haven't is because of him. He helps keep my mind off of things even though they still tend to invade my thoughts. If i'm not having weird thoughts, my mind is mostly focused on Harry. The way he talks, looks, walks, everything about him. He sure is perfect, he has a few scars from what has happened in the past year but somehow they make him look rougher, that tough look. I have scars also but they tend to be more noticeable and all over.

My parents come out and say something about leaving and then they leave, they seem more distant then they have ever been. I think it might just be because of Harry but I don't think so, I hear Harry saying my name so I look over to him. I guess he had said my name a few times as he seemed annoyed, I must have been zoned out so interested in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him. 

"Do you want to go back in?" I thought about it, and I decided I didn't want to go back in. I wanted to feel the fresh air, and not sit in some house where the air tends not to be that fresh. 

"No, but you can." I glance at him and he just shakes his head and goes inside the house. I know that he is annoyed, irritated, but I could care less. I will say that I do care about him, but he has had an attitude these past days and I am sick of it. I slowly get up from the chair, having to use the bathroom or I wouldn't go inside at all. 

I get to the bathroom with no sight of Harry, but when I open the door he is standing there in front of me. His eyes meet mine but I quickly look away, looking at the ground. He takes my chin in his hand and moves my head so I am looking him in the eyes. 

"Anna, I'm sorry....for the way I have been acting." After he said that he waited for my reply or reaction but I didn't give him one. He kissed me on the forehead and went back to the guest bedroom, which is more like his room now and slammed the door. I heard the door open and he yelled a quick sorry and then closed the door again. Not exactly slamming it but closing it with force. I let out a long breath unsure what to do now.

I couldn't go up the stairs without help so I was trapped on the first floor, I wasn't in the mood to eat even though I haven't ate since early this morning. I made my way to the living room and settled down on the couch. It was fairly warm out, not hot and not cold but so I covered up with a thin blanket. I didn't plan on it but I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to somebody lightly shaking me, once my vision focused I saw Harry about five inches away from me. I kinda jumped a bit not expecting him to be so close to me. "Sorry." He whispered, before I said anything he picked me up bridle style. My eyes found a window and it was dark out I thought he would be taken me to the bedroom but we ended up outside. We went out into the yard and there was a blanket there. He put me on it as I sat up and he sat next to me. 

He reached out his hand and it found mine, I smiled but didn't look at him. "You didn't have to do this you know." I looked at him and he was already looking at me. "But I wanted to do this, its just a small way to show how much I love you." I blushed at his words, we talked for a bit. Mostly about random stuff, he told me that he didn't plan for us to do anything else as he didn't want to overwhelm me. 

"Harry can I ask you question but you have to answer honestly.." It was kind of a question in a statement, "Sure." 

A couple of seconds passed before I spoke up, "Why haven't you gone home? I mean I know you are here because of me and that you love me.But don't you want to go home?" I thought he would get irritated at my words and just leave or yell at me. But he only said one sentence, making me fall even more in love with him if that was even possible. 

"Home is wherever you are." 

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG, BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL AND PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF! I WILL PUBLISH A NEW FANFIC SOON SO PLEASE KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT. THANKS FOR READING ! ~Kayla