Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 39

I decided to dedicate this chapter to Hazzasperfection because damn it. you're hella awesome.

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 I open my eyes and yawn, covering my mouth with my hand and try to get some sleep again. I don't know what time it is, but it can't be that late.

"Morning", Harry whispers next to me. I smile without opening my eyes, I feel really tired, maybe it's because of the drug dealing last night. I was home at four in the morning but didn't fall asleep for couple hours. I guess Harry hasn't done his work lately. "Do you know what time it is?", he asks me, leans down on me, swipes some hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. I shake my head slightly, yawning again. "It's two in the evening", now I open my eyes. "What?", I ask, a bit shocked. I've never slept this late.

"Yeah, I just didn't want to wake you up. You slept so peacefully", he mumbles, smiling slightly. "Didn't get sleep last night, did you?", he asks, now frowning a little. I shake my head, pursing my lips. "Why?"

"Maybe I drank too much coffee?"

"You don't even drink coffee", he frowns.

"I woke up late yesterday morning?"

"You hadn't slept for 28 hours because of the accident I had", he says, now sounding a little annoyed. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

I shrug, he frowns again. "I just had a lot in my mind", I mumble. He keeps asking me what I was thinking about, I answer "Personal, family stuff", he huffs and stands up, grunting as he remembers the cast on his leg. "Fuck", he curses and balances on his other leg, leaning against the wall and takes his crutches. "I hate these", he complains again. I roll over on my stomach and bury my head in my pillow. I hear Harry go out of the room, closing the door behind him quite harshly.

I hear the doorbell ringing, I sit on the edge of the bed,rub my eyes to get the sleepiness away. I stand up, run a hand through my tangled hair but don't even bother to brush it. I walk out of the bedroom, stumbling on some clothes on the floor. I really need to buy a new light bulb.

"Hi mum", Harry greets Anne and hugs her. It's nice, makes me feel warm inside how he's now hugging her mother whenever he has the chance. The fact that a near death experience did this to him, it makes me little sad but I'm happy that he told her he loves her. "Hi honey", she says and hugs him back. He's struggling with his crutches but he makes it seem like it's no problem for him. "Hi Sydney", Anne greets me as they pull away. I see her eyes widen slightly as she eyes me up and down. I frown, look down and realize I'm only wearing Harry's shirt which reaches only to my upper thighs. I try to pull the shirt a bit down and hear Harry chuckle. "Hi Anne", I mumble, my cheeks heating up. "I just wanted to come check on you", Anne tells Harry but she's looking at me. Maybe she is talking to the both of us. Harry doesn't notice anything and I'm glad because if he did, he would start asking questions again and I'm tired of all of them. "I'm fine, don't worry", Harry mumbles.

HARRY'S POV

I am now sitting on the couch with my mother. Sydney is in the bedroom, probably changing. "Does it hurt?", my mother asks. I shake my head. "Only if I step on it", I say to her. She has this worried, pitiful look on her face. I don't like it. I don't want people to pity me.

Sydney opens the door and comes out in her work clothes. I frown, I don't really want her to go and after the few days she's had, she shouldn't go anywhere. She should just stay here with me. "I need to go to work", she says as she walks over to us. She leans down to give me a hug but I pull her down, kissing her lips. She is shocked, I know it. She then returns the kiss after few seconds but pulls away quickly. Her cheeks are a deep shade of pink, she clears her throat and just waves to Anne, not even looking at her in the eye. I frown at this and wait until she's gone so I can ask "Is she embarrassed of me?", I turn to my mother and she lets out a small chuckle. "She's just a little shy, don't worry about it", she tells me and pats my knee. She's smiling, widely. "What?"