Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 41

HARRY'S POV

I'm stupid. I am so fucking stupid. I can't believe I didn't figure this out sooner. She's the one who's been working for me. She has always left at the same time as I did when I had to work. She had kept this from me. Everytime it came up, she changed the subject. Fuck.

I would be lying if I said I am not mad. I am furious at her. Furious. She knows how dangerous this job is, at least now she does. I had told her to stay out of it. Every time she asked if she could come with me I have said "No, it's dangerous" but she never listened it seems. I am furious but I am also worried. I have those two emotions mixed up into one big mess. I feel like just throwing a punch through this car window. And just when I thought I had learned how to control my temper, this kind of shit happens and fucks it all up. 

I've been driving for few minutes now and I am finally in front of the abandoned building. I get out of the car, slamming the door closed. I look around me, I don't see anyone. Those men must have left. I really wish Sydney had stayed though. I told her to stay where she was I hope she listened and took my advice this time. I start walking to the dark alley, it's almost impossible to see anything at all. That is why I brought a flashlight with me and so I turn it on just to realise it is burned out. "Fuck", I curse under my breath and bang it against my hand, try to get it work but it doesn't work. I then put it back in my pocket. I start taking small steps and look around me, trying to see if I see and hear some movements. "Sydney?", I whisper. No response. "Sydney I swear if you left I-", I harshly whisper but stop as I hear fast footsteps, like someone is running. Suddenly I feel someone crash into me. I stumble back but don't fall. I feel small, delicate arms wrap around me tightly and I immediately know it's Sydney.

I want to yell at her, I want to tell her how stupid she was for doing this but it's all forgotten when I hear her quiet sobs. I should yell at her but I can't. Not right now. I think she knows I'm furious and is probably waiting for me to burst out but I'm not. Not right now. 

I don't wrap my arms around her, though. I'm too angry at her to do that. It seems to bother her as she tries to tighten her hold on me. I want to hug her back, I really do but I just can't. The anger in me is too powerful to give in to that temptation. 

We stay like this for a while. She keeps crying and crying for several minutes. After she has calmed down she then takes a step back, still sniffing a little.We start walking back to the car without saying a word to each other. As we reach the sidewalk I notice that there's no marks from bullets or any kind of fighting, she seems physically fine.  We get in the car and I start driving again. She has calmed down now. 

The whole drive home is completely silent. There's no sound except her sniffles and my deep breaths. I grip tightly on the steering wheel, surprised it hasn't come off yet. 

It doesn't take long until I have parked the car. We both get out of the car, still keeping our mouths shut. We walk up the stairs and I unlock the door and we get inside. I head straight to the bedroom to change to something more comfortable to sleep in. I hear the door opening and light footsteps behind me. Sydney walks to the bed and gets under the covers. I change into sweatpants and without a glance I leave the room, slamming the door closed quite harshly. I walk straight to the couch in the livingroom to see my mother sit on it. She stands up as she notices me. "Is she okay?", she asks and I shrug. I head straight to the couch and flop down on it, facing the back of the couch and cross my arms, trying to keep warm since it's a bit chilly. I hear my mother sigh and walk to the bedroom where the girls are sleeping in, in Sydney's old bedroom. I feel bad for leaving them but I couldn't let anything happen to Sydney. I'm just really glad I got a hold of my mother.