Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 10: Im Ok Now

Angela's POV
I imagined my mother's face smiling down at me as I read this letter. I imagined a sorrowful smile, nothing genuine, but I couldn't expect anything different. My father is a changed man, he fulfilled his promise until his dying day. The fear I have for my father is overwhelming.
I heard a knock
I ran to the door. I really needed a distraction from all this damn family stuff. I opened the door and there, in all his beautiful tattooed glory, stood Harry, running his hands through his curly hair. I opened my mouth, but when nothing came out, had nothing to do but close it again. Harry gave me an award winning smirk, and before I could come up with a clever remark, he lunged at me and hugged me. He slung me over his shoulder and I squealed. Wait, I squealed! What was he doing to me!? Harry threw me onto the couch and his body came crashing down after me. I was giggling like a child. It was then that I remembered the situation and, with all my mental and physical strength, I pulled his muscly arms off of me. His face saddened at the loss of contact.
"Why are you upset?" Harry mumbled like a child who's candy was taken away. I looked away and felt color creeping up my cheeks.
"Hey." He used his large hand to gently turn my face. "I'm ok now. Look at me. No more shaking ok?" He assured me. I broke down. I hugged him and put my face to his shoulder.
"I was so scared. I care about you too much. Seeing you like that made my heart stop" I sobbed. He stroked my hair and cradled me in his arms. He sat me in his lap, turned on the tv, and nuzzled his face into my neck.
"I'm ok now. You know, it feels good to have someone care for me you know?" he whispered. I leaned into his muscular body and watched the black and white movie come on. I was a sucker for old films. I loved the basic plot that was twisted and elaborated to create something beautiful. We stayed like that for a while. Me in his arms. Both of us quiet and surprisingly calm. There was a heavy make out scene coming on and my face contorted from disgust.
"What?" Harry said, he was clearly amused. "You don't like PDA?"
"Not really" I replied covering my eyes with my hand. Slowly, I felt Harry's hands creep up my harms and carefully pulled my hands from my eyes.
"So you wouldn't like it if I did this?" He leaned close to me and my breath hitched. He kissed my eyelids softly like butterflies. "Or this?" He kissed my nose, and slowly, as if asking for my approval, kissed my lips. Neither of us moved our lips. It wasn't rough or hungry like a lot of books described. But it was sweet and I saw fireworks. When we finally pulled apart he smiled and said "I'm ok. Your ok. We're ok" I fell asleep in his arms, mentally repeating those words over and over again.

Harry's POV
She looked so peaceful when she slept. Nothing like the stricken, stressed out Angela I knew. I smiled and held her so delicately and gingerly, as if she was the most precious thing on earth. I held her close and watched the rest of the movie. I hated old films. They used such basic storylines so every single one of them were the exact same. Nothing like what people really experience.
I don't know what draws me toward Angela. Sure, she's beautiful and kind, but so are a million other girls. So why was this one different? Was it the way she cared about me even though she did not have to? Was it her determination to find out exactly what was going on with her dad? I don't know, the only thing I DID know, I liked her. There was something about her that flipped a switch in me; put the fire back that I had lacked. I had seen that fire creep up to my eyes again. The determination and willingness to do the best I could. That was something only my mother could do, before she died. My father just expected the best. He expected me to poop greatness out of my ass like I was some rainbow unicorn. Angela made me feel special, truly special. Like I was the only guy for her. I liked that feeling. The butterflies and nervousness. I hadn't felt like that before. Usually girls just flocked to me. I never minded, but I also never got a taste of what a challenge was. I was smart and never had to study in my life. Girls were no exception, except for Angela. I really had to study her in order to figure everything out. All her pet peeves, likes, dislikes, everything.

Angela's POV
I groggily got up from the couch. I hope Harry didn't leave. I slept better when he was with me. I smelled coffee and followed the smell to the kitchen. There Harry was, smiling as he stirred milk into his coffee. I snuck up behind him and hugged him from the back. His body relaxed and turned to me.
"Good morning" he laughed.
"Is this for me?" I pointed to the cup on the counter.
"No. It's for the king of England" he said humorously. I giggled and say at the table.
"So I found something that might solve my dad's ghost." I said with air quotes around ghosts.
"Ok. What is it?" I slid the letter across the table. I watched him as he read it. He expression changed from neutral, to kindness, to anger, to pity, and to love. By the time he was finished, he also had teary eyes. "That's so sweet, but your dad seems like an ass" he chuckled. I didn't smile. "I'm sorry, Angela. I didn't mean it" he said solemnly. Why is that when he said my name my heart soared and my mood improved 10 notches? I just smiled and put my hand on his.
"It's fine Harry. So what do you think?"