All is Not Fair in Love and High School

Chapter Twenty Five.

I stare at him, jaw on the floor, eyes wide. 

There's no way he's here. 

I'm hallucinating.

Harry. Is. Dead.

"I've missed you more than you know. I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this. It's been hell without you." He tells me. How can he tell me things? He's gone. And he's not coming back.

"Stop it!" I say and hit myself in the head. "You're not real! You're not here! You're dead! I can't go through this again!" I yell. The look on his face goes from hopeful to worried real quick. 

"Baby, what are you talking about? I'm right here? I'm alive! I'm right here. And I'm never going to leave you again." He tries to comfort me. I kneel to the ground and begin to cry. "Just leave me alone! Go away! I'm just imagining you. I grieved for you, and now I'm trying to move on! Please just let me, I beg you, please just let me..." I trail off, hiccuping. 

"I can show you, that I'm real." He whispers. He stands up from the edge of the bed, and walks over to me slowly. He kneels down and looks at me with his big, gorgeous, green eyes. He lifts his hand, and picks up my chin. I gasp loudly, expecting not to feel anything. I look at him, with my mascara running and my eyes red and puffy. He looks down at my lips, and then back up at my eyes.

"It's really me, I'm really here. I will explain, but I need you to know, that I'm really here, with you right now. You're not imagining this, everything they told you was a lie. Please, just look into my eyes and believe me." He says. I hesitantly pull my head up to meet his eyes. They're slightly glossy, and very hopeful. 

"I can prove it to you." He says quietly. He moves his head slowly towards mine, and stops just before our lips touch. "I love you, and I haven't loved anybody since my mother left. I don't let people in, but I decided to open up to you. I used to like to sleep around, until you made me want to stop. You made me want to be a better person. You changed my whole world, because that's just it, you are my world. I can't and don't want to live without you ever again." He says, his breath hitting my face with every word. 

He looks down at my lips once more, and finally presses his mouth onto mine. As cheesy or cliche as this may sound, as soon as our lips touch, I can feel the sparks fly. It feels just like it used to. The kiss is sweet, yet tastes like salt due to the mixing of our tears rolling down into our kiss. After about ten seconds, I pull away.

"I can't believe you're actually here. How are you here? I saw the pictures, you were dead, there was a knife in you! Why would they lie?" I ask. "They wanted more time to plan a counter-attack. They figured that telling you that I was dead, it would make you put off the battle plans. Which worked." He tells me. "That's sick." I say, on the verge of tears again. "I know, baby, I know." He says, rubbing my back.

"How did you get out?" I ask. "Some idiot who was on watch dropped his keys in front of the door." He says and I nod. "Listen, you can't tell anyone, that I'm alive. Not yet. I need to rehabilitate, and I can't have anyone knowing that I'm not dead. But I'm also going to ask one more thing of you, I need a place to stay, and I know that your guardian isn't here, so I wanted to know if I could stay here, for the time being." He asks hopefully.  

"How long do you need to stay for?" I ask. "Probably a couple of weeks." He responds. "Alright, Jill left for the rest of the year, so you don't have to worry about her coming home. Unless she surprise visits like she did a few months ago. That wasn't pretty." I tell him. "What happened? What, did she catch you doing something?" He asks, laughing slightly. More like someONE. I think to myself. "No, not really, I just kind of told her off." I shrug. "Harry, it has been awful without you, I've missed you so much, and I love you, so much. I was trying so hard to move on, and get over you, and now I don't have to." I smile. 

"I love you too baby, so much." He says, and pecks my lips. "But, Harry there is something that I have to tell you. While you were gone, Luke and I, we got a lot closer." I pause. "What happened?" He asks, his tone shifting dramatically. "He told me he loved me Harry, some things happened, you were gone, and I realized that not only did I love him too, he would be the only way for me to survive this." I tell him. "Please, don't hold what I did against me when I thought you were dead." I plead. 

"You love him?" He asks, his mood switching to sad. "I think so, I mean he was here for me, in more ways than one, and he's just been so good to me these past few months. It's just so easy with him, Harry." I tell him. "What does this mean for us?" He asks. "I honestly don't know, but as of right now, I'm with Luke, I have been for the past five months. I need time to sort my feelings out, and I don't know how long that will take, considering I can't even tell him about you until you say so." I say. 

He frowns. "I don't know what to say, honestly. I expected to come back, for you to run in my arms and everything would go back to normal. I sure as hell didn't expect you to be sleeping with Luke." He spits disgustingly. "I never said I did." I say. "Well, did you?" He asks angrily. I look at the ground and don't respond. 

"I knew it. The Kristen I knew wasn't such a slut, either." He snarls. "No. You do not get to call me that.  I have gone through hell multiple times because of you, and you can only hit a person so many times before they break. He brought me out of a very dark place that was created, by you. You do not get to judge me about how I fix what you broke. And if you have anymore problems with me, you can sure as hell find another place to stay." I say, standing my ground.

He looks at the ground. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I'm just really angry. At Luke, and at myself. You know, right before we came to save you, we had a conversation about you, and he agreed to back off. I mean it was just so soon and I didn't think he would do that." He tell me. "He thought you were dead, Harry, so did I." I say. "I know, but still. I don't like the idea of someone else with you." He replies. "I'm sorry, Harry. I really am. But I'm also really tired. Can we continue tomorrow?" I ask, yawning.

"Well-" Harry is cut off by a knock on the door. "Who in the hell is that?" Harry asks. "I have no idea." I say, confused. I check my phone to see if someone texted me that they were coming by, and Luke did. He said I forgot my sweater. 

"Um, it's Luke. Stay here." I tell him. "And don't make any noise." He puts his hands up in mock surrender and I leave the room. I run to the door and open it to find a smiling Luke with my black sweater in his hand. "Hey, baby." He greets. "Hey! Oh my gosh thanks so much for bringing this by." I say, returning his wide smile. He kisses me on the lips quickly, and pulls away confused. "What?" I ask. "I'm sure it's nothing, it's just that your lips taste different from when I dropped you off." He says then shakes his head. "Never mind, it's stupid. I'll see you tomorrow!" He cheeses and walks back to his car. 

I shut the door, and head back up to Harry. "Well aren't you two just adorable." He mutters. "You can take the couch." I snap and change into my pajamas. "See you tomorrow, sunshine." He smiles and walks downstairs. "Yeah, whatever." I smirk and climb into bed and try my best to put the last hour out of my head and go to sleep. 

Just as I think I'm about to fall asleep, I get a text. 

We're coming.

My eyes almost pop out of my head and I run downstairs.

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