° turbulence ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter four °

° four °

Avalon hardly remembered falling asleep, but when she woke up the next morning she certainly didn’t feel well. She felt cold and whenever she moved in bed, her muscles ached.

She wasn’t sick though, she was just empty. She hated fighting, and not just with Harry, but in general. Whenever she and Ashton used to fight she would spend the entire rest of the week in the worst of moods. They’d taken forever to makeup whenever they’d gotten into a fight. Both of them were far too stubborn to admit that they had been wrong.

She’d never fought with Luke though. And right now, she was tempted to give him a call and just talk things out with what she should do with Harry. His advice was still the best advice she ever listened to and they still talked quite often.

But her hand never reached for the phone and she just curled up in bed again, listening to her breathing as she watched the sunshine through the window. She jumped though when she heard the closing of her fridge and instantly was up and out of bed.

Harry was in the kitchen just as he had been every other morning. He was trying his absolute best to be as quiet as he could but the fact that he had read all through the night, never once getting any sleep, was making his movements sluggish and slow.

“Harry,” Avalon whispered. He jumped slightly at the sound of her voice and turned to see her standing next to her couch. “What are you doing over here?”

“Look, Avie … I’m so sorry about last night. I was way out of line and I had no right to be such a dick. I shouldn’t have acted that way and I’ll take whatever punishment you give me but please, please just don’t leave me. I can’t live without you and –”

“I’m not going to leave you,” Avalon shook her head, “It was one fight. I’m just surprised you’re here.”

“No matter what,” Harry whispered, “I will always be here. Unless you don’t want me too.”

Avalon sat down on the couch and rubbed her eyes, “I barely slept last night.”

“I didn’t sleep at all.”

“I think we need to just forget it,” Avalon mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“No, it was a big deal,” Harry sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, “I fucked up massively and I’m not going to forget it. I’ll never do it again.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Avalon sighed, “Fuck, if Ashton had beat himself up like this every time we got into a fight then he would have never forgiven himself ever.”