Rescued

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After a good hour I came back to the grave, he was on his knees, sobbing into his hands. I wrapped my arms around him; he fell into me with ease.

“I fucking hate him so much.”

“I know,”

“What am I supposed to do now? I don’t give a fuck if the last thing on his mind with me, the inscription of Harry on the stone, I’m so angry. I’m so confused.”

‘Confused?”

“I still love my dad.” He stared up, looking so pained. “He was a great dad to me. N-Now I should hate him. He was an abusive bastard that ran my mother out, who forced her there in the first place. I hate him for doing this, but I still want to remember my dad in a positive way.”

“You don’t have to hate him.” I wiped his eyes. “You can be angry, for some time but then forgive him. He knows what he did was wrong. He… he had his motives. He was sick Harry, he was violent. He sheltered you from it, not many men have the restraint to do that. You need… you need time okay? You need to process this.”

“What do I do now?”

“Now you just take a breath. You let it sink in. You go over your memories and see that opportunity you have to make new ones.”

“New ones?”

“With your mom.” I said quietly. “I know she wants you, I saw it. You can have a relationship.”

“I’m a grown man I don’t need my mom.”

I tugged on his curls gently. “Everyone needs there mom.”

“Finny,” he fell into my throat, he sobbed. “This wasn’t supposed end this way.”

“It was though, you got your answer. You know why he killed himself. You know that it wasn’t your fault Harry. You were more than enough for him, he adored you. He killed himself so he wouldn’t kill your mom, or hurt you, or who knows what. But it wasn’t your fault, you did nothing wrong. You are a wonderful son to him, and you grew into a wonderful man. I think it’s what he would have wanted.”

He lifted his head. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, and kicked you out of my house like that.”

“I understand,’ I wiped his eyes. “It was an awful thing to hear, you shot the messenger.”

He was silent, tucking his head back into my throat, just holding me. It was the type of embrace where you knew if you let go you’d crumble. It was tight, and desperate, and needed so badly. I happily gripped him back.

“I love you.” he said quietly.

I froze, my heart suddenly shooting into my chest, beating with this insane rhythm. We hadn’t ever said that before. We weren’t even dating anymore. I hadn’t ever had a boyfriend; I hadn’t ever been in love before. Is this what it felt like? An overwhelming, all consuming want to protect, adore, take care of someone? Was love when someone looked at you with a smile that made your heart just flutter and jump in your chest? I think… love was when someone saw all of who you were and they still loved you, and wanted you around. It was when you didn’t need to talk to be happy, you didn’t need to work hard at it, you could always be yourself. Love was… love was this.

“I love you too,” I kissed the top of his head and combed through his curls. “Do you want to go back to your house?” he nodded. We stood up; he held my hand taking a sharp breath. I reached up and rubbed his face with my free hand, getting rid of the tears.

“Sorry,” he shook his head.

“Don’t apologize, for anything,”

He leaned down and kissed me gently. I loved that this was the only boy I’ve ever kissed. I loved that he loved me, for who I am, and never minding my stutter or shyness or nervousness. He loved me. I loved him enough to get him through this.

I didn’t really know where to go from here though. I just knew that I had him, more than I ever thought. I was so thankful that I moved to this town, and rescued by this man. I think that by the end of this whole… treasure hunt, I rescued him too.

 This was the ending guys, I know it seems a little simple and open but the next chapter is the epilogue so I just wanted to clear that up so you guys didn't think it kept going and going. Hope you liked it! 

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