Stuck With You

I'm Fine

~7 

Harry stormed out of the courthouse. I had to take two steps just to keep up. His face and eyes were filled with anger. He wasn't happy; I was surprised I was even breathing.  Harry's arm reached out, grabbing me pulling me down an alley. He took out his phone. Hitting a few buttons he held it up to this ear. His back towards me but I could still hear what he was saying. 

"Yeah, it's me." He snapped. "Dude. I'm screwed."

Part of me wished I knew what was being said on the other end and who.

"Chill?" Harry said running his free hand throughout his hair. 

"I'm a married man." Then it was quiet. 

"I did! The stupidest as..."

He was cut off. Harry listened to the person on the other line.

"I can't he said three months or he would tell the world I got eloped. What the hell I'm I going to do?"

I didn't realize I was crying. 

"I know." He said kicking the dumpster hard. 

What was so wrong with me? Was I really that bad? Does he remember something that I don't? 

Harry turned his face went from anger to pain then to a mix of both. He stepped closer. I tools step back smacking the wall behind me. Lifting his hand he whipped my cheek. I pushed his hand away. He put his phone down.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yea, fine just kick my toes on the dumpster." I lied. 

Part of him looked like he cares while the other half was filled with anger. I knew that part didn't like me. But why? Was it because of what we did or because he's stuck with me and not some famous girl. 

Whipping my eyes I said again "I'm fine." But was I saying it to Harry or myself? 

Harry lifted his phone back to his ear.

"Yea. I'm still here." He said.

He was just looking at me. I didn't know why? And I didn't care?

"See you in a bit." Harry said he puts his phone away.

"See who?" I asked.

"Someone who can help." Harry said; as we walked back to the hotel.