° touch down ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter one °

° one °

Harry had a sore neck. He’d been leaning up against Avalon’s door for so long that he’d finally just decided to sit down and wait for her to get home. Usually he fell asleep considering half the time Avalon didn’t seem to come home.

He was worried beyond belief. Where was she staying? Where was she working at Bass when she wasn’t at her desk? A week. She’d been successfully avoiding him for a week and Harry was starting to get far more anxious than he could handle.

After the night Scarlett came over, Avalon hadn’t opened her door for Harry and by the time he’d woken up and gotten off his couch to go and see her, she’d already gone somewhere. Scarlett had left that next day, a friend that lived in London coming and getting her and promising to take good care of her. Her name was Georgie and she seemed okay. Harry wished Scarlett had just gone to her instead of ruining his life again.

He banged his head against the door and groaned. He wasn’t sure if he could keep this up. He was falling apart. Luke had to keep reminding him to work with his glare and affirmative attitude. “Stop it,” he’d say, “Just leave her be.”

“Do you know who she’s been staying with?” Harry would whisper fervently, “I’m so worried. I can’t sleep and I’ve hardly been eating. I’m going out of my mind!”

“No. I don’t know who she’s staying with.”

“I just …”

“You’re the one that fucked up.”

“So she told you?”

“Not everything,” Luke would shrug, “But she told me enough.”

Harry closed his eyes as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn’t feel good.

Every morning Harry would race to get across the hall in attempts to catch Avalon before she left for work but every morning she was already gone. Harry didn’t know who was giving her a ride to work, considering her car had broken down a couple weeks ago and with Harry’s car, she was putting off getting it fixed.

Most nights she didn’t even come home until late at night when Harry was already asleep. One night he’d tried to sleep in the hallway, but the new tenet in Mrs. Hienth’s old apartment, a lady in her seventies who insisted on being called Uma, would come out and yell at him for disturbing the peace.

Just when they’d gotten rid of one crazy old lady, another had moved in. Harry got a little creeped out by her at times when he would catch her eyeing him up when they were down getting their mail. Mrs. Hienth would keep her distance, but Uma had no problem with standing just a little too close to him.