There is Still Hope

11

"He...wont be coming home tonight." she looks down and starts to cry.

"Why not?" Im more curious than ever.

"I'm so sorry. Your father is dead." she cries.

I start to cry and run to my room.

"Sarah!" my mom screams.

"What?! You couldn't have told me last night? You couldn't have told me as soon as you found out!"

"I would have but I didn't. I was also too sad about it."

I leave the house not knowing how terrible I look. I run to the car and call Harry.

"Hello?"

"Harry, can I come over?"

"Of course."

I hang up and go back to Harry's.

When I get there I run into his arms and start crying. He picks me up and tightly hugs me. When he carefully drops me and let's go of me, he looks up. I do too and raindrops fall on my face.

"We better get inside before it pours." I sniff.

"We better." he says.

I go straight to the bathroom to clean up my face. I take off all of the make up I was wearing and brush my hair a little.

"You look like a wreck."

"Thanks." I sarcastically say.

"My dad died." I add and cry.

"Do you want to talk about it." he clicks his tongue. "OR NAWW?!" I laugh and so does he. "Naw." I reply.

"Well, at least take a nap." He says.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs."

"Can I come?" Harry ask.

"No." I yell from the stairs.

"I know you want me." he laughs.

"I don't baby." I slam the door.

"Suree."

I get on the bed and hear the doorknob open.

"Hey..um, can- do you. Do you. Do you wanna wear one of my shirts?" he asks.

"Sure." I say with a smile.

He takes his shirt off and I can't help but widen my eyes and stare at his hot body with his tattoos.

"What?" he says with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, nothing." I giggle and he throws his shirt at me.