Run Away (on hold)

Run Away - Chapter Seven

I woke up with Harry's arms on my bare chest, what?

Then I remembered last night,

"I love you."

"Harry?" I whisper. No answer. He's still asleep?

"Harry?" He snores. Oh.

Harry loves me? What?

What am I doing? Oh my goodness, what am I doing?

I want to rip my head in halves right now. That was a mistake, that shouldn't have happen. Harry—Harry's my best friend for goodness sake, and, and I'm fucking straight!

The lad mumbles something but I can't quite catch what it was.

I tense.

What have I done?

Maybe he's forgotten, but. . .

Oh god.

I struggle to free myself from his embrace and from the sheets sprawled acrross the bed. I don't know what to do at this point,

I try calling Brenda but it goes straight to voice mail.

I run a hand on my hair, "What to do?" I say quietly to myself, again and again.

Bending down, I picked up my clothes and put them on. I rush out of the bedroom and stop at my tracks.

What was Harry doing at the pub anyway? I thought he was heading home after he left.

"Lou-"

I jump, "Fucking shit!" Harry is standing at my bedroom door frame, naked. I turn around, my back facing him, my cheeks flush at the sight.

"I-I'm sorry. I had a dream last ni-"

I turn to him, "What?"

He thinks it's a dream, I sigh in relief in my head.

"Last night," I hold my breath "Last night was, amazing."

Oh no.

My eyes widen at his words, "Harry no,"

He shots me a confusing look, "Harry, look. Harry, I'm straight. Last ni-"

"Lou-"

"Last night was a mistake." I say to him and leave the house as fast as I can. I fucked my best friend, my best friend who is a guy and has a thing.

I get in the car and start the engine. Where am I even going? I hit the gas and pull out the driveway.

-

I knock at the door. Once, twice,

"Oh, hi Lou-" I walk past him and sat on the couch.

"Woah, somone's in a bad mood." Jonathan says, smirking.

I place my elbows on ny knees and buried my forehead on my hands.

"What's wrong? I saw you leave with that curly-haired lad," My head shot up, and I stare at him with wide eyes. "What happe—Oh, WHAT?!" I nod at him, hopefully we're both thinking the same thing.

"You? And him?" He stares at me with wide eyes and I roll my eyes at him.

"I though you were interested in girls, mate?" He asks, sitting next to me. "I was! And still am! I-I was drunk." I whisper the last sentence.

"How about I'll call Brenda, and ask her to, um, maybe meet us at the park?" He suggests.

"I tried calling her, no answer." I shrug.

"Did you try, again?" He raises an eyebrow and I shake my head no.