Too much

Chapter 28

It's been three days since Harry and I have decided to forget about my confession of love. I guess things have gone back to normal, but in my mind I'm still fighting with the fact that he doesn't think he's deserving of my love.

All of this, whatever we're doing, is meaningless without love. Call me old fashion, but I don't see a point in dating someone if I know they'll never feel the same way about me. But then again, I think deep down Harry does love me. Alicia even said it; he wouldn't still be next to me, holding my hand as we walk into school everyday after everything if he didn't have some type of strong feelings for me. So that is why I'm still here, holding it out until he can understand that I love him.

I've been hanging out with Alicia and the girls more this week, and although they are very different from me, their company is much appreciated. They know Harry and about our problems, so it's easy to talk to them about it. It's nice actually having friends to discuss my relationship ordeals with, especially since I have nothing to go off of.

"Will you stay tonight?" I ask Harry as he drops me off at my house. We had just driven back from Eleanor's house.

"Isn't your dad back home?"

"Crap.. Yeah" I pout. Before Harry, I never minded sleeping alone, I actually liked it. But ever since that first night I stayed at his house, I would much rather fall asleep in his arms. It's comforting having him so close.

"You can stay at mine? Just tell him you're spending the night at Alicia's."

"Okay." I agree.

He parks his car and takes my hand until we get to his room so I can change into some comfier clothes. It's also become routine for him to let me wear in his shirt because he just sleeps in his boxers. I love it, his scent remains on the fabric, and it has become one of my favorites.

"I'm exhausted baby, aren't you?" His raspy voice hits my cheek before he presses a quick peck to the soft skin.

"Same here." I yawn. "Good night Harry." I reply and snuggle into him further. Eventually his breathing evens out and I'm quick to drift off soon after.

When I wake up, I panic when my boyfriend isn't in bed with me. My eyes search the room, but he's no where to be found. I begin to worry, but a wave of relief runs through me when I hear him cough in the bathroom across the hall.

"Why are you up so early?" I ask when he returns. He slides under the covers again and rests his hand on my waist.

"I don't know really." He shrugs. It's Saturday, so I don't know why he would be up at seven in the morning.

"Did you get any sleep?" I notice the tiredness around his green eyes.

"Not really, I woke up at like one and just couldn't fall back asleep."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I frown. He still looks exhausted, and I feel like something's going on. He almost looks sad or depressed. "What's wrong Harry?" I ask with a frown still plastered on my face. I feel the need to make sure he's okay 24/7... I guess love does crazy things to you.

"I'm okay." And I'm not convinced.

"Talk to me." I plead and brush a lone curl away from his forehead.

"You were talking in your sleep, Addie." He says. At first I think it's a joke, but his face shows worry and no hint of humor. Uh oh, this can't be good. I didn't even know I talked in my sleep...

My brow creases with curiosity. "What did I say?"

"You said you loved me..."

"Okay? I don't get it, you already knew that." I say carefully. For his sake, I haven't said the L word again since our little fight the day after I got drunk.