Luna and the Moon [H.S]

63: come back home.

This is soooo short, but I had another part included but it made this too long for my liking so I split them in two, read the end xx

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By the time I removed myself from the cold flooring of the kitchen and stared at the food Harry and I were supposed to cook, I chucked it all back in the fridge and reached for my phone. Calling up the nearest pizza take away, I ordered two large pizzas for us to share. I just hope Harry's back for dinner, I don't want him to be angry that there is nothing for him to eat.

I exited the kitchen, taking my phone with me in case Harry were to reply to the four texts I had already sent him. Of course, I didn't expect him to text me so soon, he has never been that angry with me before. I'm not sure how this will pan out anymore.

I entered the living room, sheepishly taking a seat far away from where Anne sat with Gemma on the love chair in the corner. The sun had fully set at this point, the clock read near eight at night and the moon was slowly climbing up the sky. The glare from the bright moon seeped through the now open blinds, lines cascaded across the room.

"I'm, uh, sorry for ruining the evening," I mumbled shyly, I was afraid they would be angry at me too. It wouldn't come as a surprise if they were, it would hurt none the less, but it wouldn't surprise me.

"Oh no sweetheart," Anne began, catching my attention as she shuffled a little closer to where I sat on the other end of the couch. "You didn't ruin the evening, neither of you did for that matter. People fight all the time, and you know what, I'm glad you blurted it all out because if you hadn't we would never have heard about it."

"I shouldn't have said it, I was only angry and of course I swear, I thought he told you guys –"

"We know. Harry's already spoken to me, about all of it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning at her.

"He answered my call, you were in the kitchen still so I dipped out the front door to talk to him. He said to tell you not to worry, he's okay."

"He spoke to you but he can't answer my texts?" I breathed, I wasn't angry I was just hurt. How could I not worry about him, he clearly isn't okay if he cannot answer me but can talk to his mother. Obviously Anne did nothing wrong but it's definitely offended me, considering he yelled at me for our marriage not going to work because I couldn't talk to him yet here he is not talking to me.

"I demanded he had to tell me everything, he said he'd rather do it over the phone so I let him. I wanted to give you the phone but he asked me not too," Anne explained. "He said he's going to stay at Liam's tonight and come over tomorrow to talk to you. So Gemma and I are going to head home tomorrow morning, that way you and Harry can talk much more privately. I think this night apart is going to be really needed for the both of you sweetie, but just know he's not angry with you. He said he just doesn't want to come back tonight and the both of you still mad or annoyed that you both yell at each other again, he doesn't want to yell at you."

"You do know I wouldn't hit him right?" I whispered, looking between Anne and Gemma. Gemma had such a sorrowful look upon her face, like it pained her just to think about anyone hurting her brother again.

"We know you wouldn't. He knows that too," Gemma said.

"Then why did he flinch the way he did, he looked so scared of me," I said quietly, tears welling in my eyes as I felt an overwhelming ache in my heart. Threatening to rip the organ in half and stomp all over it, the pain desperate to crawl into my body and cause such an agonising pain all over. I never want to see that look on Harry's face ever again, that flash of fear in his green eyes, the look of pain and fear cross his beautiful facial features and the shake that settled within his bones.

"I mentioned Kate yesterday, and it obviously brought up some memories. You guys yelling at each other with those memories so fresh in his mind, he probably had a little flashback and when you raised your arm regardless of what you were going to do, he just reacted the way he's used to. Protecting himself, it was simply a reflex."

Gemma's word were extremely accurate, it at least gave some comfort to myself. Yet, even hearing that he was just frightened by memories in that moment, it still made me cry. My tears fell freely, rolling down my cheeks and splashing onto my top. I opened up my phone, texting Harry.

To Harry, 8:09pm
Harry please come back home, I miss you and I am so sorry. I won't let you down again I promise, I know I hurt you emotionally and I know you were afraid of me, but I promise I won't ever hurt you. Please just come home. I love you xx

I hit send and waited, the small grey words that proved he had read my message popped up underneath my blue text bubble. Yet as I watched the screen intently, waiting patiently for those three dots to poke up showing me that he was writing back to me, it never showed. It never came. It never happened. My phone never lit up with a text, and my phone never rang with his name flashing over the top of the screen.

Ten minutes passed, my eyes on my phone with Harry's text screen pulled open in case he were to reply, or at least type a response. I could see from the corner of my eye, Anne and Gemma watching me as I watched my phone. Every two minutes tapping the screen when it would slowly grow dimmer, I didn't want to miss his text.

I reached for it once again, prepared to hit the call button this time when a knock at the door echoed through the quiet house. I practically threw my phone across the floor and ran to the door, swinging it open with a look of hope that got quickly replaced by a look of disappointment. A dominos pizza delivery boy stood at the doorstep holding two blue boxes containing the pizza I had ordered, thanking him quietly I took it from him, shutting the door and standing their momentarily before reentering the living room.

"I ordered pizza, I forgot."

I placed the boxes down, opening them up and staring at them. Anne reached across the sofa, her hand squeezing my forearm in a comforting way, I looked her way with sad eyes and tear stained cheeks that I had no effort in wiping away.

"Everything will be okay," she said lowly, as Gemma began to eat. I reached for my phone, nodding to her and sending a text to someone that wasn't Harry.

To Sophia, 8:24pm
I know Harry's with you, please just get him to call me.

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A/n: very short I am sorry, I may double update today. I have Harry's POV next about the end of the argument and going to Liam's so look forward to that xx