Deranged

Deranged Chp.38

Sky's POV

Somehow I'd managed to break free from Harrys grip during the night. When I tried to return to his warm, comforting hold, I was left with my hands searching the empty bed.

Horrifying, frightening thoughts rushed through my mind.

I flipped the warm comforter off and rushed downstairs, "Harry?!" I yelled.
My voice echoed through the empty house. Tears were hitting the floor from the lack of response. I frantically searched every corner, every inch of the house. Slumping myself into the kitchen chair, I covered my tear filled eyes with my hands.

He was go-

"Sky?" Harrys familiar voice rang through the front door. "Harry!"
I ran into the living room and literally leapt into Harrys arms. "Well this is a warm welcome!" Harry teased. "Where were you!?" I quickly asked.
"I just went for a run on the beach," Harry stated, "didn't you get my note?"
I shook my head while he pointed to the obvious slip of paper taped to the coffee maker.

"Were you crying?" Harry pondered, turning my blotchy eyes back to stare into his.
"Um, yeah, I-um thought Luna was missing" I quickly made up.
"Oh. Well is she?"
His question was easily answered by the sassy fur-ball prancing into the room.
Harry scooped her up and playfully messed with her whiskers. Luna appeared angered by the annoying gesture, so she showed it by lashing out on Harrys hand. "Hey!" Harry scolded, setting the little kitten back down. She gridded off, satisfied with the outcome of her "brutal" actions. Harry rolled his eyes and returned his focus to me, "She was here when I left Sky. Now tell me the real reason you were crying."
I pulled my hand from Harrys and backed away. "I don't have to tell you everything Harry!" I yelled, my tone very harsh and sharp.
Without looking at Harry I turned an ran back upstairs, securing myself in what was supposed to be my room. Collapsing on my bed, I buried my head deep into a pillow.

Harry didn't come... Not once did he attempt to come in or even knock.

After all the remaining tears I concealed had been shed, I pulled myself together and tip-tied downstairs. Harry was staring our the kitchen window sipping on a glass of tea, but he was focused, deeply lost in his thoughts. I didn't mean to disrupt the drowning out of the world around him, but it just sorta happened. "Harry... I'm sorry..."
"Why would you be sorry? I mean it's not like I'm your boyfriend or anything! So why would you tell ME anything!? Oh wait that's right, I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND!' he sharply snapped.
"Harry I can't tell you everything! It's still my life! And some things will be private!"
"I know, but why'd you lie to me?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied... The truth is, I thought you were gone! Ok?!"
Harry expression lightened... his anger slowly faded into regret and defeat. Just when I would've expected him to hug me or something, he turned and ran. "Harry! Wait!" I yelled after him, but he was too far gone. Quickly, I slipped on my sneakers, forgetting my pajamas were still on and chased after him.

He was fast, I'll give him that, but not fast enough.

I basically tackled him to the sandy shore and sat on top of him. He struggled to free himself, "STOP! HARRY JUST STOP!" I screamed. He froze, defeated by my harsh words and exceptional strength. Pulling him up (keeping hold of his wrist) I yanked him over to an empty bench. "Sit!" I ordered.
His gaze focused on the rolling waves, purposely avoiding my intense eye contact. I nearly broke his neck when I sharply twisted it towards me. The tears re-formed again as I harshly questioned him. "Why'd you run away from me Harry?!"
"Is it really that hard to figure out?!"
I nodded.
"Sky I wasn't running from you. I was scared. I don't have the 'cleanest' background and I'm scared to death something will go wrong and... I'll lose YOU. I can lose YOU! Because if I lose you, I lose myself"
"You won't lose me Harry... I promise"