Protect Me

In this together

After I get discharged and they hook up my oxygen tank I sit in my mother's car. This is hopeless.

"I really have to get back home, I have a big trip."

"Ok. Thanks got coming, I love you." We hug and she drops me off at the dorms.

I find Harry sitting on my bed holding a picture of us at the green, tears rolling down his tan face.

"We're falling apart." he says and I go over to him and hug him.

"But we can put ourselves back together." I kiss his cheek.

"You seem so far away."

"Because I am." I sigh.

"You make an oxygen tank look sexy." he says.

"Yeah," I sigh, "Thanks." I stand up grabbing my bag starting to stuff my clothes into it.

"Sorry."

"Let's get packing." I state, adjusting my oxygen tubes.

"Ok"

The day comes. I sign out of my college. We get in my car. And Harry drives us back to where we came from.

We walk up to my front door, hands entwined.

"Hi mom"

"Hi baby girl" she gathers me into a hug while Harry drags all my boxes and bags into the living room, the last thing being the guitar he gave me.

"Thankyou." I whisper.

"You're welcome." he wraps his arms around my waist and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I have to get to work." my mother says, grabbing her coffee and bag.

"bye."

I lean into his chest, looking at his worn boots.

"I hate this." He says

"I hate this too."

"But, we're in this together, right?"

"Yeah." I breathe