SOFT SPOT// h.s

2.2 ~ Comfortable?

"Clary, what the hell were you thinking?" Harry demanded once we were back in Gemma's apartment.

Gemma's mood had changed considerably and she had bribed Ellie into the kitchen with chocolate cookies.

"I wasn't," I mumbled in reply, looking down at my dirty shoes.

Harry's hands were balled in fists as he inhaled a sharp breath of annoyance.

"Are you mad?" I whispered quietly, afraid to hear the answer. I couldn't bear it if he was mad, he was the only way I could get home.

Harry buried his face in his hands before resurfacing. "Yes I'm mad. I'm more than mad," he said finally.

My heart dropped as I muttered a half hearted apology.

"No. I'm mad at myself. I shouldn't have gotten angry at Gemma and scared you away like that," he said ashamedly. I didn't reply, but continued to study my worn shoes.

"The thing was, I was actually worried about you. And Ellie too of course. It's just, I don't know. Fuck, you scared me," he admitted, his eyes not meeting mine.

"I won't do it again, I promise Harry," I swore, and before I could process what I was doing, my small hands were covering his, squeezing them reassuringly.

Harry managed a weak smile as he looked into my eyes. I could see the trouble and hurt that he held within his, and I was dying to know the hidden truths.

"Harry, why are you so eager to get home?" I asked him, the question that had been on my mind for a while.

"I don't know if I can tell you Clary," he said after a pregnant pause.

"You can trust me," I replied confidently, as I willed him on with my eyes.

He ran his hand through his messy hair, which had become tangled and straggly with the stress he had been undergoing. But I have to admit, he still managed to look gorgeous.

"It's my mum. She's, uh, ill at the minute. She's in hospital and Gemma and I are all she has left," Harry explained, and I could sense how he was uncomfortable speaking about it.

"Is she ok?" I asked him, genuinely concerned.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I've been trying to contact the doctor in charge but they're not giving me any decent information over the phone. I'm trying to get home because, well, I'm all she has. I mean after what happened to-" he abruptly cut himself off, reluctant to say more.

I looked at him questionably, confused as to why he was unwilling to continue. "Sorry Clary, I just can't say anymore," he said, hanging his head low.

I felt my heart strings tug as I watched him in his state of sorrow. "It's ok," I told him quietly, my voice calm and understanding.

I heard a sudden laughter echo from the kitchen and when the sound reached our ears, Harry's head perked up along with mine.

I stood up and held my hand out to Harry, offering him help to get up from the sofa. "Come on," I encouraged him with a smile.

He gratefully took my hand and pulled himself up, with so much force that instead, he pulled me down on top of him.

Our faces were dangerously close, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin as I stared at him in shock, unmoving. My hands were curled up in his chest while his were locked around my back, practically holding me to him.

His eyes were wide and surprised as he searched mine, and as his head leaned in closer to mine, I did nothing to draw mine back. A stray strand of his bedraggled hair tickled my forehead and I giggled under my breath, making Harry smile.

My eyes wandered to his pink, sinful lips. They looked so soft and touchable, and I vaguely wondered what it would be like to kiss them again.

My head was just swimming in my own thoughts until I was jolted out of my mind when Harry cleared his throat. "Comfortable there?" He mocked me teasingly, a lopsided smirk dancing on his mouth.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I realised what I had been doing, and more importantly, thinking! I hastily coughed awkwardly as I stood back up and brushed off my clothes, not offering Harry my hand this time.

"You must be on steroids or something. No one is that strong," I joked, trying to lighten the mood and clear the awkwardness.

Harry's jaw clenched momentarily. "No. I just work out in the gym. It helps me channel my anger all into one thing," he explained, looking a little bit embarrassed.

I nodded and laughed lightly before we pushed open the kitchen door together to find Ellie colouring pictures with Gemma helping her.

Harry shot me a look of surprise as we both saw the soft side of Gemma, and smiled knowingly to each other.

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IDK WHAT JUST HAPPENED OK I JUST REALLY SHIP THEM REALLY HARD

HARRYS SOLO IN OVER AGAIN GIVES ME LIFE OK (ATTACHED AT THE TOP/SIDE WHATEVER)

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