Code Red

Chapter 25

( Allison's POV)

3:45 am

Harry snakes his arm around my waist and walks me in. I still have a horrible headache and I was silently praying that food would help it.

We walk in and take the booth in the back corner. I sit across from him and grab a menu.

"Excited to eat huh?" He smirks.

I nod shyly.

I study the menu, debating on whether to order everything on the menu or not.

"What can I get you two to drink?" Our waitress asks.

She looks like she could be in her late 50's and she was adorable. The diner was old fashion themed with black and white tiled floor and a breakfast bar. Her uniform matched the theme perfectly.

"We'll just have water," Harry orders for both of us.

After she returns with our water we order our food. Well I order, Harry didn't want anything.

"How are you feeling?" He asks once our waitress leaves.

"Disgusting, I wished tonight never happened," I whisper. I feel as if I talk at a normal volume I won't be able to hold my tears back as easily. "I can't believe he would do that to me."

I can't control my crying any longer. Tears spill over my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I try to hide them at first by covering my face with my hands. Then, I realized there was really no point, and slam my arms down to my sides in frustration.

Harry joins me on my side of the booth and wraps his arms around me. He rubs up and down my arms soothing me.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispers, "you're safe now."

I nod, but his words make me cry harder.

"Why is all this happening? I can't deal with all this on top of the shooting and losing Andrea. I can't deal with anything anymore," I cry and wipe my eyes.

"Then don't. Cut all that bullshit out," he cups my face and wipes my tear stained face with his thumb. "You'll get through it I promise, you're okay Allison."

He presses his forehead to mine and looks in my eyes, "Okay?" He asks.

I lean in and connect my lips to his. My body ignites, as if a switch was turned on. My lips mold into his and all the pain and stress slowly seep out of me. I wraps my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He tenses and pulls away.

"Let's not take this too far, yeah?" He breathes out.

"Okay," I look down, embarrassed.

Heather, our waitress, arrives with our- my food, I got a high stack of pancakes. Heather smiles at our seating arrangement, "Just call if you need anything," she says in her country accent.

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Harry notices me slowing down on eating and laughs.

"What?"

"You need some help with the rest on those?" His eyes go to the pancakes and back to me and smirks.

"Please," I giggle.

He helps me finish the rest of the pancakes and Heather comes with the check.

"You're not one of those girls that fights me to pay for the check, are you?" He says as he lays money on the table.

"I can pay for myself but since you offered," I smirk.

He swipes his finger across the whipped cream that was left on the plate and wipes it on my check. "Good," he smiles.

I get some of the cream and dab it on his nose, "Good," I repeat.