Criminal

Chapter 13

{The song I listen on repeat during writing this book is All Our Endless Love from the endless love soundtrack. Amazing song.}

After what seems like hours I left the bathroom. I felt like my swollen eyes brought attention to me; everywhere I made eye contact I felt like they could see right through me. The foolish me.

I tugged the ends of my dress down as I went through the door to the backyard, but when I started through the crowd I stopped trying.

I opened up my eyes and realized Harry and I weren't together. I don't know why I made a big deal of it, he's just here to make sure I'm okay, and that way more than enough.

I wandered through the crowd. I heard a few people call out to me or try talking to me, but I brushed it off.

I wanted to go home as soon as possible. Everywhere I looked I felt on edge. I still felt Harry's kiss on my lips.

I couldn't find him after 20 minutes. I sat down off to the side and I just buried my head in my hands.

Maybe Harry left and took that girl with him. Or he could have went alone, I don't know. Endless possibilities.

More and more ideas were coming to mind, but they stopped when I looked up and he was standing there. His eyes looked red, but I couldn't tell because it was dark out and I only saw a little bit of his face.

"I've been looking for you," Harry said slowly. His voice was weak. I was standing up when he grabbed my arms and pulled me up. "Where were you?" He asked and his eyes searched my face. He looked in pain.

"The bathroom," I said slowly and he yanked his fingers through his hair.

"Listen I'm so sorry," Harry said and I shook my head. "Caroline I didn't want to do that, I was drinking," he said and I closed my eyes tight.

Whenever I didn't want to cry, bit I felt it coming, I always squeezed my eyes tight and thought of happy things. In this case- it was thoughts of my mom and dad.

"Caroline," Harry whimpered and I opened my eyes slowly.

"I understand," I said and the lump in my throat made my voice sound weird. "Were not together," I said and he shook his head again.

"It wasn't right of me, I just kiss-"

"Stop," I said in a slightly stronger tone. I knew he was going to keep apologizing and making excuses, he could save it.

"Sorry," he yanked out of his throat and I grabbed his hand. I looked at our hands together and then I glanced up to look him in the eyes.

Our eyes met and I have him a little squeeze. He managed a weak, very weak smile but it was enough. I let go and took a deep breath, I was proud of myself for not crying.

"Let's go," I said softly and he was one step ahead of me.

The ride home was weird. Normally he made me feel safe, but I never thought of something like this being a possibility, it just didn't cross my mind.

Harry and I together ever even crossed my mind.

That brings me back to the fact that we aren't a couple though. I should be jealous of nothing, for he isn't mine.

But I wanted him to be mine.

I felt my eyes getting droopy and I let myself fall asleep to the sound of Harry slightly humming and tapping the wheel as we drive home. To our home.

I woke up slightly because I felt movement. Sure enough I woke up and Harry was carrying me into the house. I tried to lift up my head but all I got was the slight "Shh," from Harry.

I lifted my arms around his neck and I let him carry me to bed. He reached my room and laid me down. He pulled off my shoes and socks, and then he disappeared.

I figured he was gone to bed, so I took my dress off. I grabbed the pajama shorts that were on the end of my bed and I sat there in my bra for a moment.

I was about to get up when Harry came in. I was too tired to care, but he walked over with a shirt in his hand.

He stood in front of me and pulled the shirt over my head. I pushed my arms through and he delicately pushed me down and under the covers.

I looked up and he was standing there, already changed himself.

"Goodnight Caroline," he said and I pulled my hand out and I grabbed his.

"Goodnight," I whispered and he turned my light out.

I watched his shadow walk out, and imagined his tattoos. All of them, always showing.

Wouldn't that be nice?