Taken 2 // H.S

•Chapter 49•

•Chapter 49•

It's been a month since I've moved in with Nathan. I've almost cut out the drinking, but the smoking - not so much. These things take time. Nathan has really been helping me with it all. He's been supporting me saying that I can quit and that he'll be here for me all the way through. That's why I love him. He's always so caring no matter what the cost; I finally had my best friend back.

The cold air swirled around me as I walked along the streets. The black hoody framing my body, I sunk closer into the fabric for warmth. A cigarette between my lips; I exhaled. Smoke coiled from my lungs out into the cold air. My hands were frigidly cold as I walked. Several nauseating people eyed me as my feet carried me back to the apartment. I felt like I was hidden in the shadows when I was at home; away from all the chaos. That's what I liked. Ever since Harry came into my life, that's how I liked it. I liked being alone and left to do my own things. Harry changed me in the past year and a half.

I finally made it to the apartment building. I unlocked the door, warm air greeting my presence.

"Nathan?" I slipped off my black boots, leaving them on the floor by the door.

"He's not here." A voice came from the living room, and it seemed familiar.

My feet unconsciously carried me into the living room; and there sat a boy that I thought I'd never see in forever.

•Harry's Pov•

The couch sunk when I sat down on the familiar cloth. I waited and waited or her to return home; hoping that she won't freak out when she saw me. My leg bobbed up and down while I waited, the longer I waited; the more anxious I became.

The door clicked open, signaling someone was here. Her voice called out for him.

"He's not here." I spoke up, hoping not to startle her.

She walked over to the doorway of the living room, and she stood there. She was frozen. She was scared. I don't think I'll ever wipe the image from my head of her standing there.

Her eyes were bulged. Her lips in a hard line. Her hands clutched to the sides of the black sweatshirt. Her feet planted to the ground as if they were rooted there. I hated seeing her that way; it's been so long since I've seen her like this, but yet I hate it.

•I know it's a short chap but I love you guys and thought that you wouldn't want to wait any longer.•

*Ginny*