Scared

Chapter ten

The morning light shines in my eyes, blinding me.

I roll over, noticing Luke wasn't beside me.

Sitting up, I wipe the sleep from my eyes, getting out of bed.

"Yes, I understand. My apologies." I overhear Luke talking on the phone.

"But if you would keep Ariana away from him until her job is done, that probably won't happen again."

I rush downstairs, taking his phone out of his hands.

"That won't be necessary, anymore. Have a nice day." I speak into the device, hanging up.

"What was that for?" Luke takes back his phone.

"You can't control my life, that's what's up."

"You tell me what to do, too." He fires back.

"But you never listen. When I told you Jaz was bad news, you didn't listen. I told you so, you're friends told you so, and even her friends told you so. But guess who didn't listen, and got his heart broken."

"But that was one time."

"Bullshit. Remember that time I told you May cheated on you? You didn't listen, and you found it out the hard way." I poke his chest,"I win."

"So?" He shrugs.

"So, if you have every right not to listen to me, I guess I have the same rights. So I refuse to listen to you." I smirk, crossing my arms.

Luke laughs,"Are you serious? This is different. Harry hurt you."

"And those girls hurt you. In the heart." I place my hands on my hips, raising an eyebrow.

"Sassy, now are we?" Luke copies my stance, obviously trying to make a joke out of this.

"The point is, you can't stop me from seeing Harry."

"I already did. The foster employees will make sure you don't see him again."

"We'll see about that." I mumble, turning back to my room.

I quickly get changed, and rushed out of the house to the Foster House.

"Hello, Ariana." Cyndi greets, typing away on her computer.

"You can go help the kids or something. That'd be good." She assigns me, pointing to the room where the children were playing.

"Got it." I smile, walking to the room.

I look back, seeing that she's too busy with her work, so she won't notice me.

I quickly and quietly rush toward Harry's room, checking my surroundings.

I turn the knob, sliding my body in his room, shutting the door.

"Hey Harry." He smile, sitting next to him on the bed.

"Morning." He scrolls on his phone, twitter, I believe.

"Are you okay?" I gently touch his bruised face.

"Kinda hurts, but it's all good."

"Look, we're matching." I turn my head.

"What about your back?" He asks.

"Uh, just a small bruise. No biggie." I shrug it off, like it was nothing, but in reality, my back hurts like a bitch.

"Oh, okay." He weakly smiles, turning his attention back to his twitter app.

"How about you tear yourself off this phone, and go outside with me. It's a beautiful day."

"I really don't want to go outside. Especially during the day." Harry rubs the back of his neck, adjusting his beanie.

"But you went for a walk that day I bumped into you."

"What're you talking about?"

"You know, you bumped into someone, and that someone happens to be me."

"No, I don't know. I don't even remember going outside ever. The only times I go out is at night."

But I know it was Harry that day. His same green eyes, his same brown hair, his same tall body. It was Harry, I know it.

But if he claims he wasn't out that afternoon, then was it just his madness taking over?

"Harry did you take your pills 2 weeks ago?"

"I don't know. I guess."

I nod, not really wanting to pester him with anymore of this.

I know it was him, he probably doesn't remember.

"Let's just go into town and enjoy the day." I get up, pulling him off the bed.

"Because I like you, I'll hang out." He chuckles, linking arms with me.