Chapter 28
Waking up the next morning in the most giddy, cheerful mood almost felt redundant. As if I was the cliché in a movie, and being this happy wasn't normal.
But here I was, waking up as normal as ever, next to someone I loved endlessly, and as happy as ever.
It was a strange concept really. Giving someone a part of my ever lasting love, and not being able to take it back. It was real and pure, and I didn't regret it in the slightest.
His sleeping figure wrapped in mine as the thin sheets entangle us more. I couldn't help but stare at his overwhelming beauty. The features so well put together that make up the very thing that he his, the very thing at I love.
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as his restless body stirred softly. His arm holding my body closer to his as he snuggled his curls further into my neck. The soft tips being rung around my fingertips as I play with his mop of hair.
"Good morning sleepyhead." I cooed as I playfully ruffled his hair. A few grunts and groans left his groggy state. "We've got a big day today. You need to get up." I say trying to wiggle from his hold, only causing him to hold on tighter. Light laughter left my lips as he started to tighten his grip along my torso, pulling me closer to him.
"Five more minutes," he spoke groggily. His voice deep and ridden with his restful night. I mustered enough strength to push us over so I was straddling his torso, his arms wound around my waist. His eyes open in surprise, but his lips set in a smirk. "I guess this isn't an awful wake-up call."
I look down to his bare torso as he takes in mine as well. Our naked bodies were only a symbol for our pure, naked love we shared. I lean down to kiss him slowly, our lips meeting in a low passion. I speak against his lips, "We need to get up."
He only smiles in return, flipping us over. Our faces mere inches apart as he hovers over me now. "I said five more minutes," is all he says before he kisses me once more.
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"There she is," the mechanic spoke as he wiped his oil ridden hands upon a ratted, worn cloth. "She took a good beating, but it wasn't anything too rough. She's as good as, well, used. Can't say she's anywhere near new at this point." He laughed.
"Thank you so much, you're literally a life saver." I gushed with gratitude towards the mid-aged man.
"Yeah, we really appreciate it. How much do I owe you?" Harry asked reaching into his back pocket. We had discussed it on the way over, and I had stated that I didn't want him to pay for the repairs, that this was my idea and it was more my fault than anything. But as stubborn as they come, Harry wouldn't have it.
"Put your wallet away son, it's already been taken care of." The mechanic whose faded nametag upon his coveralls reads Frank.
"What? By who?"
"Some Rodney fellow. He paid everything over the phone last night, said he knew one of y'all was gonna try to pay for it and he wasn't about to let you do that. Said something about looking out for y'all." Frank spoke, all this sounding too much like Rodney to even question. "Looks like someone out there realy loves the two of you."
"Strangely enough," I speak out with a wide smile.
"Why don't you get in the car while I go get the paperwork and the keys, babe." Harry offered motioning towards the car. He placed a kiss upon my head and headed inside with Frank.
Next stop, Angie or bust.
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The endless road ahead of us stretching across the horizon was all I focused on for God knows how long. So many things ran through my head once we finally hit the road once more. I wasn't sure how to feel at this point, but I'm not sure I was supposed to know how to feel. Fear was a constant in the back of my mind, as well as the crippling anxiety of not knowing what to expect. The fear of not knowing.
Harry's hand rested upon my thigh right as we left and hasn't moved it since. The gentle caress of his thumb against my skin graced my senses at the most random times, but it was an act of comfort that calmed me for the time being.
Harry was the perfect distraction from my own thoughts, and my own self loathing that would eat me up whole if I allowed it.
I bring my hand down to his and entangle our fingers together. I glance over to see his eyes look at our connected limbs and then up to my eyes. A smile adorns his flawless face just before he moves his gaze to the road before him.
The music is a low background noise in the car, leaving the silence in the car to one of comfort and ease. "You doing alright, babe?" Harry asks, checking on me once again.
"Just as good as I was about 15 minutes ago when you asked." I joked back.
"I just want to make sure you're okay. I know that pretty little head of yours will keep going in circles if you let it." He answers looking ahead at the road. Raising our hands to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on the back of my hand before placing it back down on my thigh once more.
I couldn't help but stare at him. I couldn't help but wonder what he saw in me, what he thought, if he regretted anything. I constantly wondered if he knew he could do much better than me. The more selfish parts often wished he would never realize that.
"I told you it'd keep running in circles, Poppy. Penny for your thoughts?"
I can't help but laugh at his childish ways, but decide to respond anyway. "You're gonna need a lot more than a penny to get out all these thoughts." I smile.
"Spill, or I'll pull this car over right now and make your pretty little behind red."
I gasped at his threat bringing my hand up to swat at his arm. "You're so crude! My goodness, okay I'll tell you." I pause taking in a deep breath. I've never been one to voice fears, it only allows them to see the light of day. Fears live on fixation, at that is what the light supplies. "I was thinking about you. Us. Everything."
I look over to Harry, his eyes going back and forth from the road to me as I spoke. His eyebrows raised as a sign to continue elaborating. "Go on.."
"I just, I don't get why you're with me. Why you're sticking through with all of this. I mean I'm sure you'll probably regret everything eventually give it maybe even a few months down the road. I'll do something, and you'll just be gone. Or you'll realize how I don't deserve you and I just.. I think too much." I finished to my senseless rambling.
Harry sat there in silence, is face pinched together almost in anger. A deep breath was let out as he moved his gaze forward. His hand leaving my thigh and now both were placed on the steering wheel. "Harry? Why are you upset?"
"Because Poppy, you're your own worst enemy. You put these irrational ideas in your head and start to starve off of them. I love you Poppy. That's all you need to keep in your head. I gave you a piece of me last night that I had never given to anyone, and I mean I've had chances in the past, but I waited. And now I see I waited for you. I don't regret anything, and I don't want you ever thinking I do." He spoke avidly, his anger wasn't something to fear but it proved his emotion.
"I'm sorry I rose my voice, I just hate that those thoughts run around in your head. I don't want them there." He apologized, bringing his hand back to my thigh, gripping it lightly.
I looked at him in pure shock and admiration for this perfect person. "I love you. So much." I say to him, his eyes locking with mine as they reciprocate the feeling.
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We pulled into the parking lot filled with nothing more than staff vehicles and facility vans and trucks. The brick enclosed sign read the words bright and clear, letting us know that this was it.
Saint Joseph's Rehabilitation Center.
The killing of the engine pulled me out of my transfixed daze, and towards Harry. The apprehension was written all over my face as I second guessed everything in that moment.
"We don't have to go in if you don't want to. We can wait out here as long as you need to. Whatever it is you need to be done, it's done. Just let me know." He assured in a soft manner. His palms enclosing my hand, our fingers intertwining as he held onto me. His support was all I needed right now. The very thing that will motivate me to do anything.
I made sure to keep my breathing in rhythm before I reached for the handle, stepping outside before I talked myself out of it. I waited for Harry to follow to my side before latching out hands together once more. I looked to him, our eyes meeting. I gave him a single nod, as he placed a kiss upon my cheek. My grip on his hand growing tighter with each step towards the entrance.
As we reached the front door Harry allowed me to go in first as he held the door. Right as I walked in the room came alive in senses.
The smell was stale, and significant. The casual aroma of old upholstery and withered spirits surrounded the room in an unearthly musk that seemed to be built within these walls.
The daunting walk towards the front desk left me queasy, the thought alone made my knees weak enough to give out right then and there.
With one last deep breath, I approached the woman dressed in white. A phone and mass amounts of stacked papers adorned her surroundings. As she caught sight of the couple ahead of her, she spoke. "Hi there, how can I help you?"
One could only pray this would help. I broke the silence that dawned, hoping to fix what had broken once before.
"I would like to visit a paitent."
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ayo angie wya????
oh wait shes in the next chapter
whoop whoop