The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| XXXIX

Chapter Thirty-nine of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Harry and I ended up laying around all day. I couldn't really move, and he just wanted to tease me about it. I'd end up smacking his arm, or chest, then he'd press his lips to mine, telling me it was the best time of his life. I agreed with him.

Dad has been sleeping all day, and I didn't blame him. He has been working since I arrived last night, and didn't come back until an hour ago.

Harry was laying on his back on the couch, his left arm tucked underneath his head, and his right arm dangling off the couch. I was laying on top of him, my head pressed against his chest. We were watching reruns of 'The Walking Dead'.

I listened to the steady beating of his heart against my ear, and I ended up gaining more hope with each beat, because I know he will make it past the turning. Nothing will stand in his way, my way, or our way.

Harry raised his hand up onto my back, and rubbed the small of my back. It sent goosbumps flying down my body, and I shivered. I heard Harry chuckle in the back of his throat, and it vibrated through his body.

"Harry?" I asked. "Hmm?" he hummed back in response. I licked my lips and lifted my head to look at him. Harry turned his head as well, locking his green eyes with mine.

"Do you know when you'll turn?" I questioned him. Harry tensed under me, and I regretted saying what I said. Harry removed his hand off from my back and rubbed his face stressfully. I looked down, and rested my head back on his chest, knowing he won't answer me.

Why do you want to know so bad?

I sighed. "Because. I want to make sure my days with you are worth it if you don't. . ." I closed my eyes tightly at the thought of him never returning to me."Make it." I whispered.

Babe, don't worry about it, okay?

"Why? I'm scared shitless that you won't make it Harry!" I said forcefully, sitting up. Harry looked at me with a pained facial expression. I got up off from him, sitting on the floor and crossing my arms over my chest.

"It doesn't matter right now, okay?" he asked, sitting up, moving closer to me. I looked at him and glared. "When is it ever going to be the time?" I hissed. Harry parted his lips, then closed them and gave me a cold hard look.

"I just don't want to talk about it right now!" he yelled, standing up, towering over me. I slid down the floor a little bit, scared of feeling so vulnerable. I gulped, and buried my face in my hands. "Fuck." Harry cursed, and I started crying.

I didn't feel a presence in the room any longer, and I was thinking he left. "Harry? I'm sorry." I whispered, removing my hands away from my face and wiping the fallen tears. I looked up, but I didn't see Harry. I didn't see anyone.

He left.

I closed my eyes and pushed my head back against the couch. I shouldn't of said anything. At all. I always ruin everything. Why can't I just leave topics alone when they're not supposed to be messed with?!

I stood up and walked up to my room, sniffling and shaking from quiet sobs leaving my body. I rested my hand on the door knob, pressing my forehead up against the door.

My stomach started turning, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I think it may be from stress, that's why I feel like throwing up. I brought my hand up to my mouth, and opened my eyes. The feeling in my stomach went away.

I started walking into my room, but then it came again, and I felt bile rising up in my throat. I covered my mouth and darted out of my room, and down to the bathroom. I opened the door quickly, and flipped on the light, letting everything out just in time.