Alleviate // H.S

VIII

Everly is 14, Harry is 15.

Do you ever just wish that the ground would swallow you whole?

Yeah. That's how I feel right now.

It all started when I went to Harry's house in hopes of finding my chemistry book. My plan was to just be in and out, so that I could get home and do some more revision on my own. Harry told me that he was busy at that time, so I assumed no one would be home.

After fetching the spare key from the pot plant next to the door, I had quietly let myself in.

I scanned the general vicinity of the lounge room upon arrival, just in case I may have left it there. To my assumptions though, it had been no where in sight. Instead, I spotted a few of my bobby pins that I accidentally left lying around, and hastily went to collect them.

Score.

They'll be handy for ballet later. It saves me from having to borrow some from one of the other dancers.

I really needed to go to the shop and pick up a new pack.

I stuffed the bobby pins into the pocket of my jumper and made my way down the hallway, where Harry's door sat shut at the end on the right.

It's got to be in there. If not, I may go mad.

When I opened the door, I had hoped to be met with the sight of my chemistry book. Instead, I was faced with something I never expected to see in my entire life.

Harry, in his bed, with a girl.

Obviously upon hearing the door open, their heads snapped to me.

"Shit!" Harry yelled, moving to pick up an undergarment from the floor, indicating that his body was bare beneath the linen.

I had just about been a deer in the headlights, but quickly snapped myself out of it when I realised the major breach of privacy in that moment.

Quickly I shielded my eyes and turned to scurry away.

"I-I'm so sorry."

With that I slammed the door shut and ran down the hallway and out of the front door.

I could hear Harry calling out my name, but continued to run down the foot-path.

This is the moment where all I want is to hide in a hole to live in for the rest of my life.

"Everly!" Harry's voice is getting louder.

Even though I stand no chance in outrunning him, it won't stop me from trying.

That is, until in a split second later, when Harry fixes a grip around my wrist and pulls me into a halt.

"Everly, stop. Is everything okay?" He pulls me to look at him. His legs are now clad in some sweatpants, leaving his chest bare and shirtless. He certainly looks disheveled.

Of course he opts to asking about my wellbeing instead of addressing the fact that I walked in on him during a very intimate moment just now.

"Y-yeah. I'm so sorry, I thought you were out-"

"Why did you assume that?" He keeps his grip around my wrist still.

"You said you were bus-" I immediately cut myself off.

This is what he meant when he said he was 'busy'.

And I'm the most idiotic egg on the planet.