Harry Long Imagine {Completed}

Part 29

The whole ride to my house was silent until I decided to ask Harry about Daria, it hurt me to see him hurt. I wanted to see him suffer but never hurt that deeply, Harry never seemed to be the one who would cheat on a girl. Ironic he found a girl who did that to him.

"You ok", I asked looking over at his dead eyes.

"Yeah, it's happened many times before", he shrugged.

"It has", I looked at him mortified.

"Yes, it has. We're here at your house", he said monotoned.

Suddenly theirs I wanted to unleash on him made me feel even worst for him, though he did bad things to me. He didn't deserve this.

The drive to my house was silent, I don't think either of us had a clue what to say about what we had saw earlier. I knew he was hurt because he leant his elbow on the inside of his door and rested his head on his fist as I silently gave him directions of where my house was. I played with my fingers that rested in my lap, ignoring the constant buzzing of my phone in case Harry wanted to talk. Yet he stayed silent, I could tell he was deep in thought from the few glances I took at him. Shaking his head as if to try and remain in the present, trying to get his head together and focus on what I was telling him. Once we pulled into my drive way Harry parked and just sat there for a minute. Shutting off the car and just sitting and waiting, probably trying to process what had just happened.

"Would you like some tea", I offered as we walked into my home.

"Um. No thanks", he sadly shrugged.

"Let's go to my room, you can get comfortable and I'll be right back", I let him to my room and watched as he sat down on my bed and buried his face in his hands.

I walked back down stairs and thought it couldn't be any harm to make Harry tea instead of ignoring him. Tea always made me feel better when I was sad, once I made a pot and put some mugs in a tray. I grabbed my favorite cookies and decided to bring those with me. Harry was in the same position as he was when I left him, he looked up once I entered.

"I know you said no tea, but I thought it couldn't hurt".

Harry and I sat on my bed and talked about the most random things ever, nothing weird or anything but it felt like how it was supposed to be. Us as friend, chatting about funny things and nothing important. For the first time I wasn't thinking about school or the things that were bad only the good. I missed this, I hadn't really thought about him since I met Louis but I had a feeling I was going to have to keep Harry at an arm's length because I wasn't so sure Louis would like us hanging out.

"So how about the advance history homework", I looked at him.

"Alright, let me grab my book", he playfully groaned and tugged his book out of his backpack.

"Page 100, questions 1-10", I read the assignment from my planner.

"I don't know why he gives us so much", Harry frowned.

"Harry, why are you in advance history of you don't like it", I asked giggling.

"My counselor talked me into it", he huffed.

"Well I'm here to help, let's get you caught up ok", I offered.

"Ok", he whined.

Harry and I sat side by side and completed Harry missing assignments one after another. Harry's seemed really pleased and excited to get them done because then he would be able to stay on the basket ball team. I hadn't brought up Daria for the reason I didn't want to distract him from his good work. Finally he stopped and looked at me.

"What", I asked looking at him.

"I was stupid you know", he said shaking his head and looked back down at his book.

"For what", I asked getting more intrigued.

"For letting you slip through my fingers.