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Chapter 23: Not This Again

Love. Love has a deep and meaningful meaning to those who know what it is. How to tell if you truly love someone? It's not hard to tell. You will know. It will come to you. You would do anything for that person. You will fight for that person until you take your last breath. You will give up everything you have for that one person, just because you love them. But what does that mean? Why is this person so special? Is it simply just because you claim to 'love' them with everything? These questions and thoughts were storming in my head, and I wanted answers.

Heavy footsteps slammed down the stairs and I closed my eyes hastily. 

"Leah? Are you awake?" Harry soft voice asks me and I feel him coming closer. I don't answer him.

His footsteps sound closer and I feel him bend down onto his knee, right at my side. He leans in and placed a warm kiss on my cheek. His hand travels down my arm and finds my hand, threading his long fingers into mine.

"I'm sorry for last night. I should've told you where I was going." He sighs. For a moment I almost answer back, saying it was my fault, but I was supposed to be 'sleeping'. 

He untangles his hand from mine and I feel him stand up. After waiting a couple of seconds, I flutter my eyes open to see where Harry was. I slightly sit up and crank my neck into the kitchen. Harry was leaned over the marble counter, writing a note onto lined paper. He grasped the red pen firmly, moving his hand around the paper. His dark hair all over the place, his normal bed-head in the morning, and sweat glistened onto his forehead. He was concentrated and in deep thought, so I lay back down and gently closed my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep.

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I sit up quickly, rubbing the crust out of my eyes. I had heard a noise come from outside. A knock, maybe.

I yanked the wool blanket off of me and stood up, pulling Harry's basketball shorts down a bit. I straighten out my tank top and walk over to the door, looking out the small peep-hole.

A boy with dark brown hair swayed over his forehead, wet from the rain. He stood there, a huge smile fastened on his face. His blue eyes looked tired and drowsy, though. I had seen him before, for sure. 

Louis.

I jerked the door open as quickly as possible.

"Louis!" I shouted, throwing my arms out and wrapping them tightly around his waist. He didn't pull away, but he hugged back just as tight.

"Leah, I've missed you." He smiled down at me and I pull away, offering him inside.

"Would you like some tea?" I ask him, locking the door.

"Of course I would." He chuckles, taking a seat on the couch I was previously sleeping on.

"I'll be right back, then." I chuckle, striding into the kitchen. I suddenly remember Harry jotting something down on a paper right here, on this marble counter.

I walk over to the counter and see a piece of paper lay there, neat handwriting in red pen ink covered it.

Leah,

Good morning love. I wanted to apologize for last night. I understand your worry. I should've at least answer your calls instead of pushing you back. It was just... a troubled day. I'm sorry I worried you, love. I didn't mean to. I'm writing this at eight in the morning, so I don't know when you'll read this, but I'll send Louis over at noon. I've gone to 'talk' with your father. He won't be happy to see me. I guess I should tell you what happened. Okay, well when you blacked out, I beat his ass senseless. Then the fucking police and ambulance showed up because the fucking neighbors had a noise complaint. So I told them your dad tried to fucking rape you and that you beat him with a baseball bat, (you know, so I wouldn't get into trouble.) And so I went to visit your dad at jail. I just wanted to tell him that... you're doing okay. Maybe cuss him out a bit... but that's not important. What's important is that he touched you. He needs to know you're mine. I know he's your dad, but that's fucking disgusting the way he touched you. Alright, well I've got to get going love. I'll be back before diner, I swear.