Secrets

Chapter 2

* chapter 2 *

Harry's POV

My world is slowly crashing down around me. Nothing makes sense anymore. I believe in God and all, but why would he make me, only a teenager, go through this kind of pain? I guess it's a question I'll always have. I just need a break. I want out of this place. I've already tried to get out myself, but like always, I failed.

My parents got in a car wreck three months ago, and I lost them both. But the dumbass drunk who hit them is still walking the earth. It's just not fair, you know? Some people get to live their lives worry free, while I'm stuck here constantly stressed. I honestly can't remember the last time I was truly happy. A week after I lost my parents, I lost my job working at the local auto repair shop. The reason for this was because my boss is too self centered to care about anyone else, and I missed that week of work. So now I'm living off of the inheritance of my parents, or whatever you call it.

Anyway, enough of me complaining about my shit life. I just wanted to take a break and drive for a while. So that's what I did. On my way back into town, I decided to swing past 'Easy Stop' for a coffee. After I purchased my drink, I took a seat in the second to last booth and let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding in. My eyes are so heavy being that I haven't slept more than 2 hours in the last few days. As my eyes started to droop closed, I heard the bell jingle, telling everyone that someone was entering the gas station. I couldn't bring my eyes to look up at whoever it was. After she (I heard her voice, quite lovely actually) told the cashier thank you, I heard her sit down a few booths down from me. I looked up and gave her a weak smile, trying to look happy. Before I knew it, she was sitting across from me.

"Hi, I'm Aleah." The girl said.

She looked like she was probably my age.

"Uh, hi, I'm Harry." I responded.

I'm not sure why she came over by me but I could tell she had been crying and even though I just met her, I felt the need to comfort her.

"I'm sorry to just invite myself to sit with you, but you looked like you needed a friend." It's true. I do. I don't have many of those. I tend to push people away, and it's not a good feeling at all.

After talking with Aleah, I discovered she's actually really funny, and quite adorable as well, even though there was something in her eyes that cried for help.

"Are you okay?" I asked, scared of being shot down. She hesitated for a while before responding.

"No I'm n..fine. I'm fine, thank you." Aleah said shakily. I decided I'd sound too nosy if I asked her anything more, so I left it at that.

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Aleah's POV

"Are you okay?" Harry asked me.

No. No I'm not, not at all. I need help, a friend. Of course I could and would never tell a complete stranger what's going on, it's none of their business actually.

"No I'm n..fine. I'm fine, thank you."

Stupid answer Aleah. You're so stupid. Can't you do anything right? I really don't know what it was, but I felt like I could trust Harry. I felt like we connected, or like he needed someone just as badly as I did. Maybe this was a good idea. Hey, maybe I did something right for once.

Harry offered to give me a ride home. I wasn't sure what to say, so I told him to wait there. I went to the cashier and I asked him where the closest motel was, and after he told me I asked Harry if he could take me there. I didn't really have much of an excuse, so I just told him the truth.

"I have nowhere to go at the moment, but I'll be alright eventually." A bit of sympathy and a lot of sadness flashed in Harry's eyes, but I'm not sure why. He just looked at the ground and didn't say anything.

"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked him.

He took a deep breath and said, "Since you told me the truth, I'll tell you as well. I have the same issue. I'm just kind of lost at the moment I guess." I was shocked. Harry looks like he had everything in the world.

"If you'd like, you can stay in the hotel room with me, but you have to sleep in the other bed." I winked and found myself blushing.

"Are you sure?" He seemed slightly nervous, maybe even embarrassed.

"Positive."

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