“You’re really going to go?” I asked whilst following Harry back into the bedroom.
He turned to face me once we were in the bedroom, “Yeah. I have to, it’s the only way to find out if it’s true.”
“Just be careful, please. You have no idea who left that note.”
“I will, baby,” he assured me before planting a kiss on my lips.
“So, why exactly am I staying here with Louis until you get back?” I asked as he went to the bedside table to get his phone.
“Because, like you said, I have no idea who left that note. It could have been someone after you that somehow found out where you were and they were just trying to get rid of me so I wouldn’t be in the way. I trust him enough to leave him with you and know that he’ll keep you safe if anything happens.”
“What if there’s someone after you?”
He looked at me, but stayed silent.
Is there someone after him? Why wouldn’t he tell me if there was? I mean, I know he wouldn’t want me to be worried, but at the same time I feel like I have the right to know that. Then again, maybe I don’t. I really don’t know anymore.
We just got back into this; I need to relax and stop worrying so much. Like he said before, we can do this if we try. I believe that we can too; it’s just hard to know what’s the right thing to do now. We’ve been apart for so long that it’s almost even a little awkward sometimes.
It feels like neither of us are sure what the right thing to say is or if we’re going about doing this the right way. I don’t like that feeling. I miss us…the old us. I even miss some of the stupid fights we had. It was like we were more comfortable with each other then and now we can’t tell how the other is feeling or what they’re thinking.
We grew apart in a sense; but I just want to go back to the way things were before. Hopefully we get there soon because living in question of whether or not you’re doing things right is frustrating and stressful.
Maybe I should talk to him about it when he gets back. Well, maybe not right then depending on what happens, but sometime in the near future.
“I don’t think there is. Most people are smart enough to know that I’ll kick their ass,” he smirked before kissing my cheek and walking past me.
I turned around in just enough time to grab a hold of his hand, “Do you really have to go?”
He sighed softly whilst brining his hand to the side of my jaw, “I’m going to be fine. Okay? You don’t have to worry about me.”
“But I just got you back…I don’t want to lose you again,” I replied honestly as tears built up in my eyes.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll only be gone for about an hour and I will tell Louis if I think it might take longer. I’m going to come back and everything’s going to be fine.”
His lips pressed against mine one last time before he left and I was alone with Louis.
I went back downstairs to the sitting room and sat on the couch, propping my elbows up on my knees and resting my head in my hands.
God, I hate all this paranoia that I have developed since Shawn abducted me and held me hostage in my own basement. It’s not fun to always be thinking about all the bad things that could happen instead of the good things.
At this point all I’m thinking is that either this was a setup to capture Harry, his sister is dead which I know he will be a wreck after having that confirmed, or this person actually knows nothing and is just trying to find Harry’s weakness. His biggest weakness has to be talk about his immediate family; I can’t think of anything else that could hurt him so badly.
“Are you okay?” Louis asked as he came into the sitting room and sat on the opposite end of the couch.
“No,” I huffed, sitting back up and rubbing my hands over my knees.
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”
“It’s just me being paranoid.”
“You shouldn’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be fine. Harry has no problem beating the shit out of someone who tries to mess with him.”
“You know he asked me to marry him,” I mentioned without thinking it through.
“That didn’t turn out so well, huh?”
I shook my head, “No, it didn’t. But now it seems like something’s different between us. We used to be so connected and loving. We fought about the stupidest things and now it’s like we don’t even really talk…”
“So, you’re not paranoid about him meeting whoever about his sister, but you’re paranoid about if he still loves you?”
“I’m paranoid about both. I don’t know what to do and he said you were his best friend. Do you know anything or could you tell me something to do to get him to stop being so closed off?”
“I’ve known him long enough to know that I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. It’s hard to get Harry to open up to anyone really, so I’m not sure what I can tell you about that. But I can tell you this; he never stopped talking about you, even after you split up. I’m highly certain that he really did love you and that he still does today.”
“Thank you, that actually did make me feel a little better.”
“No problem, but I think you should talk to him so that he knows what you’re feeling.”
An incessant ringing of the doorbell interrupted me in midsentence. I got up from the couch to get the door and as soon as I opened it, my eyes widened.
There was a girl standing in front of me with dirty clothes and greasy brown hair that was very messy. Her green eyes were full of fear as she made eye contact with me.
“Sorry, but who are you?” I asked.
“My name’s Melissa…I’m Harry’s sister.”
Wait, if she’s here, then where the hell is Harry?
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[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] Copyright © 2014, ForeverDreamingx™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyr...