Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Nine

"Hey Natalie." I wave to Natalie as I head past her desk and towards my own office. I put my bag down and go over a some paper work before it's time to go and get Harry's breakfast. I do most of the work I had planned to do just in time, and then head to the kitchen. 

"Hi, just Harry's meal please." I say to one of the kitchen staff. She looks around the kitchen, "We don't have a meal for Harry today." She tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask her. Why wouldn't they have his meal here? "Sorry, it's not here. Why don't you go and see if someone already got it for him." Frustrated, I head out of the kitchen, and go to Harry's room. Who else would've gotten Harry's meal for him? I am his nurse, it's my responsibility. 

When I get to his door, I punch in the code and push the door open. When I enter, he is nowhere to be seen. My heart drops and I suddenly realise why there wasn't a meal there for Harry. He left. His room is packed up, and all that remains is the table and couch. I walk over to his bedroom door, and push it open. The bed is freshly made, and hasn't been touched. There is no visible sight of Harry here, and that is all the verification I need to know that he is gone. He must've left over the weekend. I should've known. But why didn't he at least tell me he was leaving so soon, and say goodbye? Maybe he truly is as mean as I always thought.

I go out to see Natalie, obviously she would know out of all people. When I get to her desk, I can tell she knows what I am about to say. She comes out from her desk, and gives me a hug. "He left yesterday." Out of nowhere, a tear escapes my eye and slips down my cheek. When I heard that Harry was leaving last week, I wasn't sure how I'd feel after he was gone. I guess part of me hoped that he would've stayed, if only I could've had more time to convince him. 

Natalie pulls away from the hug and I quickly wipe the tear off my cheek in hopes that she won't see that I'd just cried over Harry leaving, but she saw. "Sorry you had to find out like that. I should've told you before I could let you go to his room, I just wasn't sure what to say... I knew you'd be upset." I try to smile, but I don't know how convincing it looks. 

"I just wish he would've said goodbye." I whisper, feeling pathetic that I'm this upset over Harry not saying goodbye. "I'm sure he would've wanted to say goodbye, Lexi. He just isn't good at that kind of stuff." She says. She is right, Harry isn't good at being nice, or portraying emotion, but I just had a sliver of hope that maybe just maybe it would be different when it came to me. 

Natalie walks back over to her desk, and scribbles something on a piece of paper. She hands it to me, and there is an address on it. "Go an see him." I laugh at her idea and shake my head. "He would not want me to visit him. I'd love to, but he'd hate it. He doesn't care about me, I just have to accept that." I had the address back to her and she takes it, rolling her eyes.

She smiles, "Don't be ridiculous. Look, ever since you came here, he's changed. I know you probably don't believe that because he still is pretty mean, but before you he was bad, real bad. You made him better, and dare I say it, I think he actually likes you, he just doesn't want to - or know how to - admit it." She holds out the address again, "Please go." I sigh, wondering if I should or not. 

Part of me really wants to, part of me want to see Harry more than anything. But another part of me is screaming not to go, and reminds me of all the horrible things he has said in the past. I don't know what to do, honestly. Sometimes Harry is so kind, and other times he is the complete opposite. I decide to go with my first instinct. "Okay, I'll go."

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I  walk up to the front door of Harry's house slowly, and a few times I almost turn back, but I tell myself that this will be okay. If Harry doesn't want to see me, no harm - he will humiliate me, sure, but at least I'll never see him again. I look at up the big house in front of me, and decide that Harry must be rich. Very very rich. Well his parents at least. I knock on the hude wooden door and wait for an answer.