Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 31

over 30 chapters and this story has been going on for about a year now... wow i am writing slow haha

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Anne has been staying with us for about a week now. Apparently the times I went to work, Harry has left a few minutes later without saying a goodbye to his mother. Seems like he has been avoiding her. Anne is worried that Harry will never forgive her. We've been talking about this, me and her. He needs time, I know that, she knows that and it has only been a week. He won't forgive her that easily after years of not speaking to each other.

That's not all we have been talking about. She has tried to pry if there was anything going on me and Harry. I guaranteed that there isn't. She asked if I was sure. "One hundred percent.", I answered. But then she asked me the question that has been repeating itself in my head numerous times.

"Would you want there to be?"

Would I want there to be? I stayed quiet. Fortunately Harry came busting in the apartment, from work. Her mother doesn't know about his job, about him being a drug dealer. If I was him, I wouldn't tell her either. So her question was left with no answer. I was glad that Harry came home that exact second. I really did not want to answer, not because I don't want to tell her but because I really don't know. To be honest I couldn't picture us together. We would look ridiculous if we were together. We are both from two different worlds.

"Sydney?", Harry's voice brings me back down to earth. "I won't be home until late at night. I have some work to do, you know?", he mumbles as he gathers some stuff like his wallet, phone and keys from around the room.

"Isn't it quite dangerous?"

"What?"

"Your job?"

He stays quiet, looks like he is thinking about something. His eyes meet mine as I sit on the edge of the bed, playing with my fingers as I am waiting for his answer. "Yes. Yes it is.", he finally answers.

I inhale shortly, quickly and hold my breath, but not intentionally. "What if something happens?"

"I have these two bad boys here", he says as he brings both of his fists in front of his mouth, kissing his knuckles. I can't help but giggle a little. Another thing that I have wondered for a while now. When did he become this. A guy who jokes around, not seeming intimidating at all, except when he is angry. He can be scary at times. Times when he wants to be. "And also you have seen me box. I swing these fists like an expert", he says as he gives two strong, quick swings to the air in front of him.

"Do they have guns?"

"Why are you asking all these questions?"

"I'm just worried", I admit. He turns to look at me, his eyes just a bit wider than a moment before. "Don't be. I'll be fine"

"Can I come?"

"No", he sternly says, the tone in his voice is warning, almost demanding.

"And why is that?"

"It's not safe"

"That's the point!", I raise my voice just a little bit. "If it's not safe then how can I-"

"Sydney", he interrupts. "I will be fine", he says slowly, almost sounding irritated by my concern.

I decide to drop it, when did I become so worried about his job? He has never been hurt while he was at work so why would he get hurt now? "I really need to go. If I'm late they will literally kill me", he says and I let out a shriek. I can feel my eyes widening, my breath becoming a little faster. "Shit, no they won't actually kill me! I meant figuratively. They will figuratively kill me.", he explains but I am not convinced. "Don't worry. I will be fine", and with that he opens the door, quickly sending me a smile and he walks out, closing the door behind him.