Until We Meet Again // H.S. AU

XVIII. Sarcasm

(song: forget by marina and the diamonds)

"What accident?"

Harry looks surprised at my first waking words to him.

"Um--" he stutters, looking for somewhere to start. Steve starts to back out of the room.

"I'm just gonna go, let you guys have some privacy and stuff. Nice talking to you Harry, hope you feel all right Ren, bye!"

Steve shuts the door behind him and I continue to glare at Harry, waiting for an explanation.

"You look lovely," he starts.

"Shut up."

"Okay." He bites his lip and looks down. I try to think of somewhere to start, then decide to just straight out ask him exactly what I'm thinking.

"Were you the person that ran me over?" I ask so quietly, I'm surprised he can even hear me.

Harry doesn't make eye contact with me.

"You did," I sigh, my voice still barely a whisper.

"I swear, it was an accident, I'm so sorry," Harry says with a shaky voice. I know he's nervous and hopefully he regrets it, but it doesn't make the sadness I feel go away.

"I guess I forgive you, but that doesn't make it okay."

"I know. I didn't say it was okay. I just want you to know I would never hurt you on purpose."

"Why did you hit me?"

"I--uh--" he starts to stutter and I wonder if he can even explain himself.

"Paris was calling me and my phone was in the passenger seat. When I was driving I didn't see anyone so I thought it would be okay to get my phone, but when I looked away to get it, you walked in front of my car, and yeah..." He trails off.

"I walked in front of your car?" I repeat, making it sound as if he's actually accusing me of being at fault for the incident.

"Yup. You know, you're kinda to blame for the whole accident," Harry jokes.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," he tries to hide the smile growing on his face.

"C'mon stop joking. I'm really upset about this."

The smile disappears.

"I know."

"You really didn't see me?"

"No, I really did not see you."

I sigh and look down at my hands in my lap. I feel so wary about this whole thing. I want to forgive him and act like it never happened, but the pain shooting through my leg is telling me otherwise.

"Hey, look at me," Harry lifts my chin up with his finger, "You are extremely important to me. I would never hurt you intentionally, you know that. You're the only person that really means something to me right now, why would I ever even think about harming you?" Harry's eyes search mine and I forget why I'm upset for a moment.

"That's really sweet, Harry."

His smile returns, dimples and all.

"Am I really that important to you?" I ask.

"Yeah, you are."

We sit there smiling at each other, hand in hand. The moment is harshly ruined when the door swings open and in walks the last person I would expect.

"Harry what the hell are you doing?!"

"Uh, Paris--" Harry stutters.

"I told you to stay away from him!" Paris says directly to me. I don't respond, I just continue to sit and watch her yell at me, then at Harry.