Caught

twenty one

(Wow I suck at updating.)

"Shit are you okay?"

My head stays positioned on my knees, not even caring what happens next. The only hope I had now was the thick British accented boy standing before me. Through the crack where my legs meet I could recognize his boots anywhere. I look up noticing the fear streaked in his eyes. I calmly stand and nod clutching my arms around my stomach.

"Stomach ache?"

"Yeah," I smile glancing away for a second then rejoining our stare. "What are you doing out here?"

"Looking for you." he smiles embracing me.

I cringe as a corner of the frame jabs at my side, Harry pulls away concerned. "What?" I smile, pushing the pain to the back of my mind so he won't notice.

"What's going on?" his arms slide away from my waist while he takes a step away from me. "Why are you acting so weird?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." my eyebrows knit together examining his features, I can tell he can see right through my eyes.

"I'm not fucking stupid." with that he grabs my wrist and yanks the photo from under my shirt, flipping it over. Slowly his eyes begin to widen at the same time as his features twist into a confused and... Angered look? No, it wasn't anger it was fear. His eyes meet mine once again, "Where did you get this?" his voice almost a whisper.

"I... I um had a meeting with the guidance councilor and it was on his desk." I stand up straighter trying to hide my fear of his short temper.

"Connor? Connor Watergate?" I nod.

He then grabs the handle to the black Rang Rover to my left, "Get in." I don't hesitate instead I grab the side of the door lifting myself up into the passenger seat. Soon afterwards Harry enters no expression showing on his face.

"Harry?" nothing. He gives me no response, my eyebrows knit together in confusion. "So you're ignoring me now, Great." With a roll of my eyes I lean my head out the window and watch this trees go by.

Sadly whenever I am put in a situation of silence, my mind begins to run. By run I don't mean traveling to new thoughts and thinking of mostly everything. No, when my mind run it goes to a strange place. I never really knew why but whenever I am in a car or vehicle, there's this hope in the back of my mind that the car will crash. No matter who is with me I have a sick wish for death, I've never told anyone about these thoughts. Not even my own mother, well after all consider it like this.

"Oh hey mom I have these really cool dream like phases that allow me to picture people's deaths and I always hope I could get into a car crash. I day dream about death!"

Yeah I'm sure that'd go over great. Information like that would make an average person freak out and I'd be sent to the nearest mental hospital in an instant. I know I sure as hell don't want anything along those lines to happen. Although I probably belong in a place like that, and I know that.

"Please, just please talk to me. I'm in a bad place right now and I don't want to be here." He looks at me and sighs, then just turns back towards the road. What did I do?

If I don't get out of this car soon I"m going to explode. "You know what if you're going to be a prick towards me this whole time, then you can go ahead and drop me off here. I certainly don't want to put you in a bad mood, I mean really would not want you going all serial killer on me again. So do me a favor, you know a favor... it's one of those things that nice people do. Actually you probably don't know what that means at all do you? Whatever I don't really care, but just do me a favor and pull the damn car over and I'll just walk back to campus."

I jump as the vehicle screeches to a stop, thoughing my body forward into the dashboard. I sit back up holding my hand to my forehead, "What the hell was that for!"

"Get the fuck out."

I look at him wide eyed, "Excuse me? You're not the boss of me, why don't you get the fuck out?" His jaw tenses and his hand shoots toward me to garb my arm. I jerk back slamming myself into the passenger door.

He runs his hand through his brown curls, a nervous gesture. He breathes in and slowly closes his eyes, "Just please Shannon get out of the damn car." His expression is stern, with annoyance laced through his voice.

I grab the door handle, pulling it out and hopping down from the car. Once I land on the soft grass below I squat down and sit Indian style. The sun shines into my left eye causing me to squint while glancing up at Harry. He's seated in the drivers seat with his right hand on the clutch, staring at me.

"You can go now." I blandly state while using my hand to push the door shut before his reply.

Soon enough later I hear the door slam and heavy footsteps sounding right afterwards. My eyes gently close, releasing a hard breath from my lips. I sniffle a few times to clear my nose, allergy season sure does suck.

He crouches beside me, falling into the same position as me. "I want to help you, okay?" his gentle words break the quiet.

"I don't need your help. I'm perfectly fine on my own." I turn my face away, and shut my eyes. I feel his hand reach up and wrap around my chin.

"Hey, look at me." I raise my eyebrows while re-opening my eyes. What I expected was for him to tell me to get in the car and we would go, but that isn't what I got.

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