Euphonious Memories {H.S}

23.

There were no words to describe the pain that came after I got back home from the hospital.

It wasn't just physical pain, but psychological pain too.

Raine was gone.

It didn't really hit me until I got back to the empty apartment.

I would never forget the feeling of walking into her room and seeing her bedsheets still unmade from that morning.

Her dance shoes were still laying in the same spot on the floor where she always threw them after she practiced.

The fact that she was gone just made the pain in my body even worse than it already was.

My doctor had told me that he removed the bullet and that I just needed to rest. He also told me not to get out of my bed much until my pain was gone.

Maybe I thought my pain was bad, but it was a tiny mouse compared to the elephant sized amount of pain that Harry was in.

He had lost his cousin. Probably the only family that he was close with.

Even though he never told me that he was hurting, I could tell. He tried to act tough.

Little did he know that I could see right through him.

He didn't speak. He stared into space. At dinner, he wouldn't even eat. He would just play with his food like a two year old who hates broccoli.

Watching Harry mourn over Raine the way that he did just made me even more depressed.

It was a very dark time for not only me, but him also.

Most of the time he stayed in "his" room. The only time he would come out was to eat or to adjust my pillows when I called for help.

Earlier that week, I received a call from the renovators of his apartment.

When I answered the apartment phone,they told me that they were calling to let Harry know that his apartment was done.

I didn't tell Harry about the call. I felt like he needed more time to heal. He didn't need to be alone with the way he was acting. And honestly, I didn't need to be alone in that apartment either.

It was a Friday afternoon when I finally felt like I could get up and walk. I struggled at first to get out of my bed, but finally stood up. It took me some time, but I finally made it to the living room without falling.

I was taking baby steps and holding onto everything around me for the sake of holding me up.

When I got to the couch, I slumped down onto it without hesitation.

I was breathing so hard that you would think I had just run a marathon.

I didn't come into the living room for any particular reason, I just needed to get out of my room. I felt like a prisoner after being in there as long as I was.

I lied there on the couch for about ten minutes. I was watching tv when I heard it.

The sound of a piano coming from Harry's room. I muted the tv and listened as carefully as I could.

I then heard a sniffle in between the words that were coming out of his mouth.

Just stop your crying it'll be alright

The familiar beautiful raspiness in his voice made my heart flutter.

Why are we always stuck and running from, the bullets?

He was now singing, not out of sadness, but out of hopeless anger.

I could hear the painful emotions that must have been flowing through his mind as he sang the lyrics stronger this time.

I carefully stood up and walked slowly to his door. When I reached the room, the door was cracked open. I peeked in and saw a sight that would depress anyone who saw it.

Harry sat there on his bed with a miniature keyboard in his lap. He had a tear stained face, and messy hair. He was playing the music to the song that he was singing.

As if it were perfect timing, at the exact same time that he finished the song, my hand slipped from the wall, and I fell with a loud thump. I screeched from the pain coming after the fall.

"Townes?" I heard Harry ask, and I saw him wipe off his face with his white t-shirt.

He then came rushing toward the door. As soon as he saw me lying there on the cold ground in pain, holding my side, he picked me up like a little baby. He then gently laid me on his bed.

"Aren't you supposed to be laying in bed?"

"I'm sorry." I said in a soft low voice. " I just really wanted to get out of my room for a while, and then I heard you singing. When I got to the door I slipped." He looked at me with big green Bambi eyes and I didn't know what else to say. "It was beautiful, the song."

"Thanks" He said looking down at his hands "I-I Just..." he couldn't even finish because loud cries escaped his mouth.

He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him without warning. His face buried into the crook of my neck.

His arms were tightly wrapped around my waist. He was sobbing uncontrollably into my shoulder.

It took me by surprise at first, but I put my arms back around his torso and cried along with him.

"I miss her." He sobbed.

"Me too." I whispered pulling away and looking into his eyes. "Look I know it's cliche to say this, but Raine wouldn't want us moping around like this."

"I know, but how can we not mope around? She was the only family I have left that cared about me. The only one who still communicated with me." He said looking at my face. I nodded and hugged him again.

"Can I ask you a random question?" I blurted out without thinking, after he calmed down and was back to normal. He nodded.

"How many girls, besides Roxy have you been with?"

"Roxy?" He asked looking confused.

"Yeah you were kissing her at the party the other day." I said.

"Oh yeah the reason you got drunk." He said matter of factly.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. You already told me that you got drunk because you were jealous." He said with a faint smile.

"When did I te- Oh, Just answer my question." I said and he rolled his eyes.

"First of all I'm not with Roxy." He said with a serious face. "She kissed me." When he said this I was relived. "And I've never had a girlfriend."

"Oh come on." I said, scoffing and thinking that he was only joking.

"I'm not lying." He said and I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't.

"Seriously Harry I am asking a serious question." I said starting to get pissed off.

"I'm still the only one who's been in love with me." He said simply. "No one else, well maybe you."

"Um no"  I said and started to get up to walk out, but was held back by a hand grabbing my arm and pulling me into the chest.

He pulled me closer to his face and we were looking into each other's eyes. He leaned in and soon enough, our lips were crashing together.