Redemption [h.s]

fifty-six

"Is it?"

"Just let me finish here. I'll be in the living room in just a few minutes, you can go" he said after I had put that cup into the cupboard as well.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Alright then."

When I walked back into the living room, I spotted Harry on the couch, playing absentmindedly with the cat.

"Hey" I said coming up behind him and leaning against the back pillows of the couch.

He looked up at the sound of my voice, and gave me a little smile. "Hi."

"He probably likes you more than he'll ever like me" I said just to make conversation, walking around the couch and sitting down next to him.

"I'm sure that's not possible" he simply replied.

"You'd be surprised." I said smiling at him. "Did you sleep well last night? You seem tired" I added, taking in his appearance.

"Not really. There were some... things to think about" he confessed looking away.

"It's gonna be okay. Maybe you'll be able to catch up on some sleep when we get home."

"That would be nice I guess."

We silenced again as soon as Liam walked into the living room with the tea. "I'm just gonna put it here, it's really hot" he said putting the cups on the little table between the couches. "So, have you heard from Niall recently?" He asked me.

"Not really, why?"

"Just curious, he's been so hard to deal with recently. You know, never answers the calls, calls only when he wants to... Let's just say that's slightly counterproductive when we're about to get a divorce." He said sighing, sitting on the couch in front of us again with his cup between his hands, being careful not to burn himself because of how hot it was.

"That kind of sucks, but who knows, maybe he has a good reason to act like that. I don't know, I think you should tell him or something. It's always better than doing nothing, and you could actually figure out what's up with him" I suggested taking a cup and giving it to Harry before taking the last cup and letting it's warmth warm up my fingers.

"That's a good idea, I should try to do that. It's starting to get really difficult. Maybe you could talk to him as well?"

"I guess I could try when I have some free time."

"Thank you so much, it would really mean a lot."

•  •  •

"You know we have to talk about what happened yesterday, right?" I asked Harry later that night, while we were lying down on his bed.

"What do you mean?" He asked confusedly, frowning.

"That man" I simply said, "I know you know him. I'm not gonna push you, but just know that we'll have to talk about it eventually." I brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, and gave him a little smile.

"Yeah" he replied, not being able to stifle a little smile at the gentle gesture. "Uh..." he whispered after a while, staring at the ceiling. "It was an old family friend" he continued, nervousness in his voice. "I'm sorry for scaring you, I overreacted".

I frowned at his words. "Why was he spying you?"

"I don't think he was" he said quietly. "He just happened to be there. I'm sorry."

I sighed. "That's alright." I checked the time on the alarm clock on Harry's nightstand. "We really should go to sleep, it's past midnight" I suggested, and he nodded. I turned around to turn off my bedside lamp, that was the only thing enlightening the room.

In the dark, I cuddled up against Harry's warm body, putting my head on his chest and sliding one of my legs between his.

"Goodnight" he whispered wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Goodnight, I love you" I replied cuddling up closer, and I smiled when I felt the gentle touch of his lips on my skin as he kissed my forehead.

"I love you too."

• • •

When I woke up it was still dark. I glanced at the clock, it was past 3am. I turned around, subconsciously searching for the person that should've been next to me, but the other side of the mattress was cold. I sat up all of sudden turning on the lamp, just to find out that Harry wasn't sleeping next to me. As I felt worry bubble up in my chest, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, hoping that he would've been there, but he wasn't. Every room was dark and empty. A feeling of sheer panic washed over me as soon as I realised that Harry wasn't in the house.