all alone || h.s.

ch.4 || mixed emotions

so do you guys think that Harry actually feels the same way? ahaha idek but whateves

here you gooo

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alison

After Harry drops me off at my old house and waits outside. I just break down again. I enter my mothers room and look at all the family pictures.

I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, sorry." I wipe the tear on my face.

"Come here." Harry says.

I turn around and I embrace him. He smells like mint and I just want to shove my head into his chest.

He rubs small circles on my back and whispers soothing words to me.

"Shh, it's ok." He whispers.

"Sorry I dragged you into this mess." I apologize.

"Don't. Really. You need someone right now." He smiles.

I let go from his warm chest and sigh.

"Let me grab some of my things." I say.

"Do you need help?" He asks.

"Yes please."

My crutches meet the hardwood floor in my room. I open my closet door and I start to pick out some things and lay them down on my bed. Grabbing a suitcase, I stuff some other things that I can find.

Harry just looks around my room, picking up old family pictures and observing everything carefully.

"What's this?" He smirks.

He has a small white box in his hands basically consisting of every little secret I've ever had.

I try to grab the box out of his hands but he's too tall.

"C'mon give me the box." I whine.

"Nope." He replies.

"Why?"

"'Cause I want to know every single one of your secrets." He jokes.

I run to him, even though I'm in pain. Instead, he takes me into his arms and spins me around. My legs are wrapped around his waist and I start feeling a bulge. It's his little buddy.

Our noses are almost touching and he leans in. I want to kiss him but I can't bring myself to actually do it.

I get down and he looks at me with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just can't do it. I actually do like you but I'm not ready for a relationship right now." I sigh.

"I understand." He looks away.

I grab the box and run away again as he laughs.

I go to the family room and he catches up with me. He wraps his arms around my waist. No, we could not possibly kiss.

"Let's go." He says.

He jogs all the way to my room and grabs my bag.

I get in the car and he tried to catch his breath.

"You okay?" I ask, smiling.

He nods in agreement. I search through my bag and I find a note.

"Is this yours?" I ask him.

"No, what is it." He turns from the drivers seat.

"A note." I unfold the paper.

"From who?"

"Wait, um." My breathing stops and I can't believe it.

"It's from my dad and mom, 1998."

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this is possibly the longest chapter yet so I hope you read it all.

thanks y'all for reading and adios.

byee lovies

- irene