it's been a week since that day with harry. my parents let me keep the dog in fact they were in love with him.
we went shopping for more stuff for him, i decided on keeping his bed in my room, even though he probably wouldn't sleep in it.
right now i'm in bed crying because my head and stomach hurts really bad i don't know what i did. ed is in my moms room, i told her to take him for awhile till my headaches done.
literally sobbing with my head under the pillow .
"baby? you okay?" i heard harrys voice, feeling the bed dip in. "baby"
"breathe, baby it's okay. what happened" he said and i could hear the worry in his voice but i just wanted him to leave.
"haylen, look at me" he said softy feeling his hand gently pull me to turn around.
i layed on my back with my hand over my eyes.
"what's wrong? baby" he asked.
"m-my s-tomach and head hurts"
feeling his hands go under my shirt and start rubbing my belly. i continued sobbing my stomach was starting to feel better. i swear this mans like a cure or something.
"why didn't you call me?" he asked quietly.
i rolled my eyes. "cause i d-don't n-need you" i hiccuped.
"w-what do you mean?" he stammered and i instantly felt bad.
"i don't n-need to tell you everything harry. i-i'm 15 i could handle stuff on my own. why are you here? h-how did you e-ven know i wasn't f-feeling well?" i asked moving my hand looking at his now pissed face. he was in a suit, god he looked so good.
his jaw clenched as he spoke. " i didn't know you wearn't feeling well. i came to take you to lunch" he snapped.
i rolled my eyes turning around away from him.
"i'm not g-going. leave" i huffed. i just wanna be alone right now. it pisses me off when he thinks i'm just supposed to need him for everything. i mean i do but not dumb reasons like this.
"are you okay?"
"yes. leave harry" don't leave...
i felt him get up "alright" he said quietly. hearing the door close. i started sobbing.
why was it so easy to make him leave? is he losing feelings or something?
i continued crying for about thirty minutes. but then stopped and just stared at the door. my headache was gone and my stomach had already stopped hurting.
it opened and harry walked in, with bags, he changed from the suit, which pissed me off a little.
i lifted my head up as my bun flapped around(ik)
"hey" he said quietly i didn't respond i just watched as he sat on the bed where i was laying. he looked at me we both didn't say anything.
he had bags under his eyes and he looked really tired. i know it's my fault.
"i brought food" he said quietly and i grinned laying my head in the pillow turning away from him. he chuckled.
i leaned up sitting criss cross(ik). i grabbed the bag of burger king i grabbed the fries. eating them.
"here" i looked up and he handed me Ginger ail and medicine i shook my head swallowing. "i'm- already i'm feel good- great- better now" i stuttered.
he smirked " "good great better now?" " he chuckled and i started laughing but choking on the fries.
he laughed patting my back.
"i didn't- w-mean to say that" i giggled coughing,
"are you sure?" i nodded
we continued eating well i was choking the whole time while he made jokes about me.
"stoppp i keep choking" i giggled biting in my burger. he smirked.
"that's not the only thing you'll be choking on"
