A/N: Second update of the night! A new character is introduced, ooOOoOo ;) Song attached as well! Enjoy :)
"Good morning beautiful." Harry said in a chipper voice as I walked into his kitchen.
It had been just nine days since I left Kingsville, but it felt like a year. I had sort of moved into Harry's apartment without us even discussing the subject. I sure as hell wasn't moving back in with my mum or my dad. I've gone to see Shawn each day after school the past week, but it was Saturday today so he would be at home all day.
I gave Harry a weak smile, tugging the collar of the tshirt I wore. His tshirt, to be more exact. He had been positively insisting that I wear his clothes at night. But that was just Harry. Good ole possessive Harry.
He put down the spatula he had been using to make breakfast, walking over to me and kissing me full on the mouth. I tensed up, managing to kiss him back without majorly cringing. He pulled away and smiled down brightly at me, and I mustered one in return.
It wasn't that I didn't want to kiss Harry it's just...I really didn't want to kiss Harry. Nothing felt the same between us, it was all so foreign when it was supposed to be routine. Coming back here was supposed to be making everything like it used to be, back when we were seventeen and making boxes for each other. So why did all of this feel so...wrong?
"I don't have to go into the shop until noon, so I figured we could hang out here for a few hours and have breakfast together." Harry said, totally unphased by my lack of enthusiasm towards him.
"Uh..." I started, racking my brain for an excuse. "I'm actually planning on going to the library today, to ask Sherry if I can get my old job back. Maybe visit some people too. Since I'm back and all."
I tried to seem excited, so my completely off-the-top-of-my-head lie would seem more believable. I smiled up at him, he and I both knowing that the smile didn't reach my eyes in the slightest.
His grip on my waist tightened for a fraction of a second before loosening, a sigh escaping his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, of course. I guess I've had you holed up here for the past week. You know I just want to keep you all to myself since you're finally back."
He peppered kisses all over my face and neck, trying to get a stir out of me. But all it did was make me feel uncomfortable. Like a stranger was kissing me. I shrugged away from him, receiving a confused expression from him.
"I uh, I need to take a shower and get ready for the day."
"I can take one with you." He winked.
I chuckled, walking backwards away from him. "Uh, maybe another time." I said meekly.
While in the shower, I let the tears fall silently, where Harry couldn't see them. I couldn't help it. I missed Kingsville, I missed my stupid waitressing job, my plain apartment, and most of all I missed Liam.
I keep having this nightmare when I sleep, where I'm standing on Teller's Bridge. And standing there on the platform just like the night of The Incident is Liam. I try to call out to him, to beg him to come down, but the river is so loud it drowns out my voice. And then just as I'm able to make my voice loud enough, he jumps. I fall to my knees, screaming and crying. Then a piece of paper flies by and hits my face. When I pull it away and look at it, it's my note. I'm so sorry.
That's usually when Harry wakes me up, saying I was thrashing and screaming in my sleep. I never tell him what the dream is, because he's so fucking out of his mind happy that I'm back. It's as if all he cares about is that I'm here with him, no matter what state of mind I'm in.