Sparrows

Chapter 47

  Marines POV

Harry’s house was absolutely beautiful. It was the perfect apartment that I felt Harry and me would, or could have owned. The ceilings were tall and white, which contrasted perfectly with the dark wooden floor. It kind of looked like a well-painted warehouse. Simple space, rustic and cultural furniture; as much as I didn’t want to admit it, it was gorgeous. 

Music begins to fill my ears as I zone back to reality. People are everywhere. I forgot how many friends Harry has. Harry isn’t in sight, which is good, so Electra and I look around and get some water from his open kitchen. I tell Electra that we are going to stay for maximum an hour and she agrees. After everything that has happened in these couple of days, I really need to be Harry free.

“Hey, there’s Niall,” Electra says, waving at the blonde Irish man with a beer in his hand, “I am going to say hi, you okay if I leave you alone, I know we don’t really know anyone and Sage isn’t here yet…”

I interrupt her,

“No, of course, it’s fine, go have fun, I brought a book so I guess I will just find a quiet place or something and do that,” I sigh, “maybe look around the house a bit.” She gives me a smile and a squeeze on the hand and heads to Niall.

I begin to look around, exploring the art on the walls, and the décor in the living room. I get a bit bored and then decide to go look for a balcony or something to just chill in. Suddenly, I feel the buckle of my boot break open and I groan. I set my water on the floor and get down to buckle. As I stand up, I immediately crash into a body, spilling my cup of water on the person’s shirt.

“Oh my God I am so sorry, I was just fixing my-“ I freeze in my statement when the boy’s eyes meet mine.

Harry.

“Hi.” I say in sigh. I start to feel less guilty for spilling all the water on him because it’s Harry and he deserves it.

“Hey.” He chuckles, giving me his signature grin. His hair is pulled back, he’s wearing a white dress shirt and black jeans with those old boots that he always wears. Well, they are basically the only shoes he has. I tried to force him to get new boots but he said that ‘these have been with me since the beginning, and they are going to stay that way.”

All I could think was, “What beginning?”

“I should get you like a napkin or something…” I awkwardly state, my body stiff.

“ I think I will live.” He wittily suggests and I raise my eyes.

Same old Harry; just history in between. 

“ I didn’t think you would show.” Harry comments before I have the chance to speak.

“I didn’t really have a choice.” I state but Harry rolls his eyes,

“We always have a choice.” Harry looks deeply into my eyes and I try not to tremble. What was he implying? Like I wanted to go see him or something? Because I didn’t.