Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Chapter 9

Sky's POV

It felt like in those mere seconds I ran into the boy who changed my life for the better, I felt sober.

Nothing.

Completely back to my coordinated self.

The self where I was in a relationship with James...

The self where I was standing face to face with the love of my life.

I mean first love of my life.

No I mean the love of my life I think.

His eyes alarmed me with their bloodshot appearance and it took no doctor to prove he'd been crying.

Why was he crying?

Harry didn't cry often, and to stumble upon him randomly in the middle of nowhere in North Carolina is completely amazing.

But for him to be crying, that, that is just near impossible!

Without even thinking the stupid girl inside me reached out and wiped away a stray tear he'd missed.

"Sky..." his voice was so quiet I wasn't even sure he said anything.

I silenced him I guess by moving closer.

Then the mindless boy inside him latched onto me. That mindless boy is now my favorite.

His arms encased me close to his toned chest and I felt... At home. Like this was where I belonged.

It was home to me for so long at my hardest, worst times and it doesn't surprise me it feels the same.

My shaking arms wrapped around his waist as we stood there, holding each other on the pavement. Although my mind was racing with objections to this behavior and possible effects later on, not one of those thought seemed to matter.

But I couldn't seem to focus on a single one.

The moment was too amazing, pure, surreal.

I was bare footed still and he was wearing his old boots he never seemed to take off.

We didn't say a word.

And maybe that was for the better.

When he pulled away I felt that emptiness again and so I crashed back into his arms. I immediately felt embarrassed about it until he somewhat attempted to pat my back.

Looking down at me we met eyes.

They were red but the immaculate emerald still brightly shone through.

It was my favorite color and always will be.

"Hi" he whispered, interrupting the beautiful, harmless silence between us.

"Hi" I smiled at his simple, meaningful words.

He loosened himself from my death grip and took my hand.

My instincts completely failed me and I had no clue what to do.

No words came from his mouth. Which makes things easier on me.

When he walked away I regretted letting him pull away. Until he opened his passenger door for me. I was somewhat flattered he still kept the same old truck we escaped the world in.

Still no words. Which was getting somewhat awkward to me.

I climbed in.

Silence. It was hard but I kept my cool and stayed shut.