Ultraviolence

Chapter Nine

"I do know this, it's the things we run from that hurt us the most."

...

I awoke in a strange place. One I didn't recognize. I felt him. His soft tee shirt under my hand, which was sprawled across his chest. Harry. He was asleep. I sat up, softly, trying not to wake him, but I failed. His eyes fluttered open, his voice slow and raspy. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Hey." He said. His smile, like a thousand constellations in a night sky, something I would never get tired of.

"Hi Harry." I looked up at him, taking him in. Taking in his beauty, simplicity.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I teased.

He laughed, his smile spreading across his cheeks, his dimples finally deciding to reveal themselves.

"Come on." He said, getting up and offering his hand to help me out of the bed.

He led me to the kitchen, where he sat me down and handed me a glass of water.

"Thanks." I said.

He smiled and walked towards me. He pulled out the chair next to me and sat down.

"I know, that you've been through a lot, Spencer. I don't know what you've beem through but I'm always here. Right here." He fiddled with his hands as he spoke.

"Thank you." I told him.

"So Noah.." He mentioned.

"What's your plan?" I asked.

"I don't know. Just make him think you love him. Make him think you hate me. And as soon as I get the proof that nothing that he said actually happened, we can win."

"You don't have to prove anything. I believe you, Harry."

"So?"

I couldn't help but laugh. He was so determined. I loved it.

"Whatever" I said, still laughing at his remarks. "I need to get dressed." I added, getting up and walking to the stairwell. I walked in to Harry's room and found my clothes, which he folded and placed in the chair in the corner of the room. Someone raised him right.

I put on my jeans and then my blouse. Not long after I finished getting dressed, Harry walked in.

"Hey, my mom will be home soon." He said, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the door.

"Okay. Well I should get home soon, anyway."

"You can stay, if you want." I could hear the hope in his voice.

"I really should get home, sorry."

"Okay." The hope changed to hurt.

"Thank you, for helping me." I picked up the white tee shirt that Harry let me borrow and handed it to him.

"Keep it." He simply said, taking my hand and leading me towards the door.

...

"Elizabeth!" My mother called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

When I reached the door, I recognized his face. Harry. 

"Hey." I said. 

"I knew you didn't have anything to do." He teased.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. So..since you aren't doing anything, can we go for a ride?" Harry asked.

"Sure." I said, after all, I didn't have anything else to do.

We got to his car and, as usual, he opened the door and helped me in. He shut my door and ran around to the driver's side, got in, and started the engine.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Wait and see." He said.

We drove for a while; through the town, the suburbs, and eventually somewhere new. It was a place that I haven't been to in my short time here in Jonas. It was a rural place. A place where you could see every star that ever existed in the night sky. I liked it.

After driving down a straight road for a countless amout of miles, Harry turned off of the main road and onto a gravel road. After about a mile, he stopped and parked the car. He got out and came around to open my door. 

"Okay," he said, "stand on the tire and climb on the hood and then get on the roof." 

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Come on, it'll be fun, I promise." He giggled. 

We climbed on the roof of his car and laid there. God, it was beautiful. Not only the sky and the trees and the sound of crickets, but Harry, too.

"It's amazing." I said in awe.

"I know." He smiled.

"After today I kind of figured you just really needed to get away. So, I decided to take you here." He added.

"Why here?" I asked.

"When I was 11, I got into a fight with my dad and so I decided I was going to run away. And I did. This is as far as I got. I just sat here until about an hour after dusk. Ever since then I've come here when I just need to run away." He turned his head so he was looking at me. I loved watching him. The way his lips moved when he spoke and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved. 

"Harry..." I said, contimplating what I was about to do. 

"Yeah?" 

"Remember how I mentioned how I could never go back to that place?"

"Yeah." Now he seemed concerned, he looked me in the eyes, anxiously waiting for my next move.

"And I said I wouldn't tell you right?"

"Yeah."

"Well... I'm ready to tell you."

"Okay."

"It started almost a year ago..." I began.

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Author's Note:

WOW!!! 300 READS YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING. I'M SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT I JUST REALLY WANTED TO GET SPENCER'S STORY GOING BUT ANYWAY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING AND WAITING. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

~Grace Xx