Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Forty Six

The tape stops abruptly and they're all silent, even Deanne didn't have words roaming in her head. Aronica didn't want to see it for the second time, staring into the creme walls of Mrs Louise's living room. Harry had said that she was the one that helped him with his place, improving it and all. And he didn't have a television in his place so there was no other choice but to come here.

"You okay, Harry?" Aronica turns around and finds Harry's face held in the palms of his hands, sighing hard and loud before shaking and his silent sobs turns into tears. She immediately moves towards him and brings him to her chest, stroking the back of her hair. 

"It's all my fault," he whispers, shaking his head. "It's all my fault."

"No, Harry, no. You're not at fault" she rests her cheek on his head, trying to stop his shaking hands by holding it tight.

Deanne slowly takes the tape out, staring at it like it was cursed. She despised everything now, from how things turned out and how wrong everyone's life is right now. At least, not everyone. But still, she felt like screaming from how unfair her friend feels and how stuck he is after seeing the tape. 

She turns her head to see Harry calming down under Aronica's touch, resting against her chest. 

"What do we do now?" Deanne says, mostly to herself but both of them looked at her, thinking about it with the same kind of question roaming in their heads.

It was either turning Gemma in, or leave her be and pretend as if the tape never existed while Aronica plan out to move to her parent's house. But it was hard, both decisions were hard. 

"I wanna think about it" Harry quietly says, staring at his fingers. 

"Okay," Deanne nods. "I'm going to get something to drink."

They both nod and she gets up, walking towards the kitchen like she had remembered, the directions given off by Mrs Louise when they entered. She was a very kind lady, actually. Smiling the entire time, always keeping an eye on Harry with concern glued on her face. Deanne liked her the moment Harry told her what she did for him, liked her even more when she saw her. 

Her walking slows down as she notices the kitchen, jogging into it and finding some glass. 

As she does so, her phone vibrates, shocking her. She sighs and rolls her eyes, taking it out. 

Unknown 1:17 pm:
its ur fucking fault. u fucking did this

Her eyes widen, staring at the screen as another message comes. 

Unknown 1:17 pm:
u were the one wanting our relationship to go on the next level
u asked for this and now the blame is on me??
what the fuck is wrong with u?
why the fuck am i the one on the wanted list??
YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STABBED ME IN THE LEG
YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO THE POLICE IS LOOKING FOR
FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKED UP HEAD

She begins to lose her grip on the phone, holding back the tears that're ready to spoil her cheeks and the floor. The messages come to a stop and she stares at the anger that settles in between the words, screaming at her. This was all unfair, none of this was fair. She knows she's done some stuff in the past but none of it was deserving of this. 

She knows that she's safe either ways, the police are searching for him and he's stuck while they track him down. Her eyes lighten up at the thought.

He's a fucking shithead, she thinks. His messages only lead them to him. They can track his phone down. 

Her feet begins to move quick, the rush playing with her whole body as it tugs her forward. She passes through the room where Harry and Aronica is still in but before she could get even further, she sighs and stops. 

She walks back to where they are and knock on the door, finding them in a quiet talk.

"Hey guys, I'm going out" she says.

"Where to? I thought you were hiding" Harry frowns. She smiles wide, shaking her phone in her hands. 

"I'm helping the cops find him" and with that she leaves, hope finally igniting in her. Maybe she wouldn't get it all back, maybe she won't get her scholarship or her relation with her family back again, maybe nothing would be back to the way it used to be. But he needs to fall, that's all. He needs to break to finally give her a feeling of justice, even if she may never get back what she had lost. 

"I got this," she whispers to herself. "I got this."

Harry stands up and walks to the door, seeing the front door slammed shut. He turns around to see Aronica's panicked face. 

"What do you mean hiding? Why does she need to hide?" she knew she had more things to worry about, like Gemma and seeing Olivia but she couldn't help but ask for Deanne. 

"Listen, you don't have to wor-"

"Why is she hiding?" she asks once more, ignoring his previous reply. 

"It's a long story" he sighs, defeated. 

"Well the last time I checked I'm not on my death bed."

"Practically you are. With all of this going on" he emptily chuckles.

"If I am on my death bed, so are you. Which means there'll always be extra time of living. So tell me" she insists, wanting to actually care this time.

"Deanne was with someone, a guy who potentially ruined her whole life, her whole future. Day by day the side she fell in love with begin to disappear and he ended up taking away her possessions, like her scholarship, her close relation with her family. Her life was slowly being torn apart and she never noticed. 

"It was then he started taking advantage of her soft side towards him. You know, being rough and making their relationship even more toxic. One day, he got even deadly and she stabbed him in the thigh out of defense. Then she ran away and called the police on him. So she's hiding and he's on the run" Harry shrugs, but it looked more like shiver as he recalled the night she came to him all bruised and aching. 

Aronica sat on the chair, staring down as she grips onto the things he had told her. She looked okay, she looked perfect. She looked as if she hadn't been in a toxic relationship. 

"Where's she going now?" she asks, bringing her head up. 

"I don't know. I don't know what she means by helping the cops find him. Fuck, I don't even have a phone to call her, much less her phone number" he groans. His head was spinning with all these possibilities of her being in danger roaming in his head, wanting nothing but no more pile of pain adding up onto his shoulders.

"Hey, she'll be alright. I know that. And you know that better than I would" Aronica smiles, gently laying her lips on his cheek before sitting back down, turning her head towards the tape.

"Yeah," he nods. "So the decision has been made, right?" 

"Right, we'll do this" the idea was making her hesitant, but it was for the best, it was never a one way or another thing. They had only one option which was this one and hopefully it'll work out well. At this moment of time, there was only hope. 

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A/N

What do you think their plan is?