Falling for the Quarterback

{"you didn't tell me"}

//Edited//

It's the first day back at school since winter break, and as I'm getting ready for school, I think about how much things have changed over the last two weeks. When winter break started, I hated Logan. Well, hate is a strong word, but we weren't speaking. Now I can't imagine him not being a constant in my life.

I don't want to emerge from the safe bubble we are in, just by ourselves and not having to worry about going to school. I'm scared to bring our relationship into the public, I mean just going to the party caused enough drama. I can't help but wonder how people will react when they see us walking the halls.

I slip my black hoodie over my head and pull on my ripped jeans. Since it's the first day back, I decide to put in a little more effort than usual. So I curl my hair, and that's the end of me putting in effort. I put on my usual mascara and then do a once over in the mirror. I grab my bag and put on my shoes then head downstairs.

"You're usually gone by now?" I question Harry as I walk into the kitchen.

He is sitting down staring blankly at the cup of coffee resting in his hands. It doesn't look like he drank any of it yet. I sit my bag on the counter and then head over to the coffee maker he got me for Christmas. I pour in the water and then add in the coffee and wait for it to fill my cup.

"Harry?" I question him again. He snaps his head up to me. His eyes are glossed over. "What's going on?"

"There was a fire at the office last night" he looks back down at his coffee.

A fire?

My chest immediately gets heavy and it become hard for me to breathe. I close my eyes trying to calm myself. Flashbacks attempt to wreak havoc in my head but I fight them away.

"What?" my voice breaks and a big lump forms at the back of my throat."Is...w-was anyone there? I mean did people get hurt?"

I watch as my brothers mind slowly slips away from the conversation. He's in a different headspace, a bad one. We both are.

Neither of us really dealt with the fire aspect of our parents dying, or even them dying in general, but especially Harry. Harry immediately went into survival mode. My parents died and he took care of all the paperwork, all the funeral details, he sold our house and then moved us all the way out to Colorado,  a place we've never even been before, and he raised me. All without shedding a tear.

I don't know what he's thinking, but I'm freaking out. I can already feel myself spiraling.

"I'm gonna be working from home for a while until they find a new office space" he gets up and begins to leave the room.

"Harry?" I whisper looking down.

I immediately feel his arms around me as he brings me into a hug and I wrap my arms around him tight. I can feel myself begin to shake.

I hate this.

I hate fires.

I hate office fires.

Offices aren't suppossed to catch on fire. Why do they seem to be following us everywhere we go?

It wasn't enough that I lost both of my parents in a fire, but I could've lost my brother too? My stomach churns and I feel myself start to be sick at the mere thought of it.

"Nobody died Hazel, no one was there. Everything is fine" He mumbles into my hair while he strokes my back.

But that's not what I'm shaken up about. It could have been him. What if that fire wasn't last night, what if it was this morning? He would have been there and I could have lost him too.