Muted Model

Chapter 5

Over the course of the next week, I've been texting my sisters daily and they've been hounding me about visiting mum; so yesterday I agreed to visit tomorrow (Saturday). I've finished my shift at the cafe for the week an hour ago and I'm currently taking pictures at the park waiting for Harry to arrive so we can talk.

I've finally decided to take Harry on his offer to live with him and if I am not happy or need to leave, I can hopefully save enough money to rent a better flat.

Bringing my camera up to my left eye to focus my camera on the bunny that is in the bushes two feet in front of me, I'm startled when a hand clamps down on my shoulder. Whirling around, with wide eyes, holding my breath to find Harry's smiling face that instantly drops in guilt.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he says.Swallowing harshly several times before nodding and trying to calm my beating heart.

Motioning him toward the swings as I dig out the piece of paper that I wrote down everything I need to say and hand him it. Harry's face tilts toward mine as he tilts my chin up with his thumb and forefinger.

Harry nods his dimples on full display as he says; "I'm happy and excited that you're willing to move in with me! I'd also love to escort you to your mum's!"

Smiling brightly at him as relief washes through me; I was fearing that he would think I was being needy and clingy and wouldn't attend with me to mum's. I just need his presence to keep me calm.

"'ank you Hawwy," I happily sigh as he drags me up off the swing into his hold.

Harry tightens his hold around my waist as I tighten mine on his; letting out a soft sigh of contentment as my body warms from his touch and butterflies erupt in my belly.

Feeling Harry move, l lift my head off of his chest to find him starring off to the side, talking to someone. Turning my head in his direction to see him talking to a group of six girls with a small smile gracing his lips.

Flicking my eyes back toward his, finding him staring at me before he asks; "Some of my fans, do you mind if I take pictures with them for a few moments?"

Shaking my head as I untangle my arms from him, stepping away so he can interact with his fans. Busying myself with taking my own pictures of scenery around me giving them as much privacy as ones can have in a public park. I'm honestly surprised that we haven't run into his fans sooner than today.

Wandering into the woods, about four feet, I try and find anything that catches my eyes to photograph. Finding a fox hiding in a bush a few feet from me, squatting down I positioned my camera to take the picture, which I took before the fox ran away.

Standing I wander a little farther into the woods looking when I trip over an uprooted tree root and fall to the side. Managing to save my camera from being smashed, I wrench my shoulder when I land on a tree; smashing my face into the tree bark.

Groaning, pushing myself up onto my knees, cradling my right arm against my body. Checking my camera to find that thankfully it isn't broken as I stumble to my feet.

Carefully making my way back to the park when I notice something dripping down my face. Lifting my left hand to my face, wiping against it to find blood on my hand when I pull it away.

'Shit,' I think as I stumble out of the woods looking around for Harry since I know I need help.

Catching sight of Harry as he frantically looks around the park, almost running in his haste to find me. This makes me feel good for a moment before I'm brought back to reality by my bloody face and throbbing arm. Walking toward Harry, clutching my right elbow in my left hand, wishing yet again I had my hearing so my speaking voice wouldn't be horrible so I could holler for him. Screw this, I'm desperate and I can't wait for him to see me or me to reach him.