2 weeks later
Harry and I had an argument about a week ago, about what? Don't ask me, I don't know. I'm at home laying on the couch, I get a text from Harry.
Harry: Babe listen, I'm really sorry I would come to your house to apologize in person, but my friends wanted to hang out with me and I have been neglecting them.
I understood, he spent more time with me than he did them.
Me: No problem.
Harry: I love you. :)
Me: I love you to. ;)
His text messages can always make me smile. I go get a blanket and a pillow and lay back down on the couch, and turn on the TV. I fall asleep about five minutes later.
I wake up its about 1:00 in the morning. I felt all rested so I couldn't go back to sleep, so I just decided to go outside and sit on the back porch. I know, that's kind of a stupid idea but I'm really bored. I decided to keep the door open just in case I needed to get back in quickly.
My parents aren't home, honestly I don't know where they are. Ever since that conversation between Harry and mr. Lance, I have been afraid to be home alone. I wish Harry was here.
Suddenly I heard foot steps and someone banging on the front door. I quickly run inside and lock the door behind me. Just in case it was my parents, I open the door, "Harry?" He smiled at me then pulled me into a hug. "Hey babe," you could smell the alcohol on him. "Hey.....?"
He jumped on the couch, "Harry I'm going to take you home," he got up before I could finish my sentence. "I can't go home." I shook my head "why not?" He ran to the trash can and puked. "I got kicked out-" he puked some more, I pulled his long curly locks out of his face. "I went home and they kicked me out because I was drunk, do I look drunk to you?" I frowned and said "yeah, you kind of do." He turned and looked at me you could tell he was drunk. "I'm fine, I'm fine" He said. " No you're not Harry. " He pushed me up against the wall, my head hit a picture frame and it shattered my head started bleeding as my neck was getting cut by all the glass.
He let go of me, shock in his eyes like he had no idea what he had just done. "I'm so sorry Elizabeth!" I stood up, tears running down my face. "It's okay." I say, wiping the tears away. "No its n-" he passed out, I caught him and took him to my room. He's really heavy so I struggled. I put a trash can next to the bed and layed him down. I covered him with blankets, and made myself a bed on the floor. I layed down, when Harry needed my help I helped him but every chance I got I went to sleep.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, I kissed him and ran my fingers through his hair. "It's okay," I replied.
