Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Forty Three

He didn't know why Gemma angrily stomped out of the house with her face red and fists tightened against her sides. All he wanted to do was to see Aronica and walked there, only to find his sister mumbling rough harsh words.

The road would've been on fire if she had been any angrier.

He ignores it, walks to the front door and knocks. No one answered.

He does it again, pursing his lips and wondered if she was home at all. Maybe she wasn't.

As he turns around to walk away, the door opens a little, enough to see her face and red cheek. She stared at him before sighing, running her palms over her flushed face. But the red stain was enough to make him frown and head over to her.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, still frowning.

"Nothing, I'm alright. But I don't feel well right now. Can you come later?" she avoids his gaze, either looking at her feet or over his shoulder. He didn't understand her rejection, mostly the way she's not willing to look to him even. His chest was tightening with worry but he lets it go, wanting to be okay with whatever she's choosing.

"Uh, okay. But I have to tell you something. And then I'll be gone" her eyes shut for a while. She didn't like it. She didn't want him to be gone. But the numbness in her chest was too much of a discomfort and she needed it to go. She needed to miss him and ache for him to know that she's still feeling something for him and not nothing.

She nods.

"Remember that time you told me about a teen who took care of you in the orphanage? A girl named Olivia?" he questions, even though he was sure. She nods again.

"Well, she found her. Or, her friend did" he muttered the last part before looking at her again. She swallows down a lump, hearing her heart beating with excitement.

"What? She really did?"

"Yeah. You have to tell her when you want to meet up with Olivia first, though," he says, adding a smile. "I'll go now."

He reluctantly pulls himself away, hoping that she's only joking around and actually wants him to stay. But when her eyes hold his captured, he knew he was stuck. Her smile meant something and her eyes meant another thing and he wants to ask her what's wrong. If her expression has something to do with Gemma stomping away. What did she do? What did Gemma tell her?

"Bye, Harry. Keep yourself warm. That's not enough" she brushes her fingers across his sweater and closes the door. He looks down to his clothes, realizing that he was too caught up in seeing her that the cold didn't make him shiver at all.

His teeth clatter as he turns around, eyes trailing behind to check. She's not opening that door, he convinces himself.

"Who are you?" he freezes, eyes not blinking as it remains on the ground. "Are you mute?"

He shakes his head, afraid she'd recognize him.

"Then? I asked you a question" her tone was frustrated, irritation and impatience along.

"I thought this was my friend's house. Apparently, I was wrong" he quietly says, still not looking at her.

She was quiet for a while, and he's afraid she might know who he is. Some part of him begs for her to recognize him, for her bring her arms around him and tell him how much she's missed him. But then Aronica might have to be gone and he won't be complete anymore. She's a part of his life now. Things have changed. A lot.

"What did she say?" she asks.

"What?"

"God, fix your hearing. I hate saying things twice," she groans. "I asked you about what she said"

"She just said I was at the wrong house. That's all" he shrugs, playing casually with his shoes.

"Does it take that long to say that?" his heart begins to speed up. Shit, does she know?

"Never mind," she waves him off. "And you're shivering. Wear some more layers"

He doesn't reply, not intentionally as he doesn't know what to say. He hears her walk away, her temper coming back with every step she takes. He wanted to stop Gemma, he didn't want her to roll her anger on Aronica. But it wasn't his business to do so. Gemma would only find him suspicious and Aronica wanted space.

He sighs heavily.

"Why are you still here?" Gemma waits for him to reply, irritated.

He turns around immediately, stunned by her sudden outburst. It was then he pauses, not able to pull his eyes away from his sister. His beloved sister.

He waits to see if she'd notice the same green eyes, the same, familiar presence that felt unknown too. He wished for her to at least realize or feel something.

Because she's so different, yet similar. He can still hear her high pitched voice that always called his name. He can still feel her love, but then again, it might only be his memories coming back. She might not remember him at all.

And she doesn't. Apparently, her irritation and frustration blinded her.

"I was just thinking. About where to go now" he tries to not stutter, pretending to be normal. Like a guy who wanted to visit his friend but ended up at a wrong house and doesn't know where to go.

"You really don't know where your friend lives?" she frowns.

"No, I do. I just...I'm not familiar with this neighbourhood"

"Want me to help?" she suggests.

"No, no it's alright. I'll just call him" he smiles shortly before turning around and walking away. Everything was exploding. His tears, his walls that he had tried to built. Seeing her broke him in all different kinds of ways, he longed for her touch, he ached for her sweet words and soothing voice that holds thousands of emotions.

Gemma was there. He was so close to her. After all these years of staying far and watching with the feeling of wanting to hear her voice, he finally saw her.

. . .

A/N

I GOT A NEW WATCH.

Sorry if this was short (extremely short) i have a lot of tests coming up but now that i downloaded wattpad on here, I'll try to update more :)