I woke up, expecting to feel someone laying beside me, and was let down. Harry hadn't come back last night.
I sighed and threw the covers off of me and walked over to my suitcase. I needed to get to the gym to blow off some saddness and anger. I grabbed the duffle bag I use for practice and threw my leotard, socks, sweat pants, tee-shirt, and training shoes into the bag.
When I finished that, I changed from my PJ's and put on the leotard and sweat pants that I had put into the duffle bag and put my hair into a tight bun. I put on my black converse and grabbed the spare keys on my night stand from the car Harry and I had rented. He had the other pair of keys.
I opened my door and took a step but my foot caught onto something and I tripped and fell over. My bag flew from out of my reach and over my head to land in the middle of the stairs. I turned my head to see what had made me trip like this.
I gasped a little and pulled my legs into my body and sat with wide eyes as Harry started to sit up from being curled on the ground. "Rue?"
I didn't know what to say. Instead I just nodded my head. He sat up with his legs still extended out and tired, sad eyes looking at me. "Where are you going?"
"I... um... I was going to the gym..." If I had a mirror, I'd imagine that I'd look somewhat like an owl.
"I needed to get my head straight, I guess..." I started to move my hand over my hair and took it out of it's bun. When I get nervous or anxious, I play with my hair or scratch my neck and I didn't want to walk around with a bright red chest so I picked my hair.
"Do you want to talk or are you going to leave?" He asked me, still looking sad and angry at the same time.
"I wanted to leave but you can come with me if you want?"
"Do I have time to get ready?"
"Depends. Do I have time to make a coffee run?"
For the first time since our fight he gave me a genuine smile and laughed. "You do as long as you get me something and promise that we'll be alright?"
I was a little shocked at the fact that he just wanted to know if we were alright and was being so friendly to me. I was prepared for World War 3. Then again, this is Harry we're talking about.
I smilied a little bit and un-curled from my ball. I started to crawl over to Harry and sat up on my legs and gave him a hug. "I know we'll be alright."
He pulled away from the hug and gently kissed me on the cheeck. "We still need to talk about it you know." Harry said.
I looked up at him with a pouty face. "Can't we all just pretend it never happened?"
He smilied at me again and said "I wish but no."
I sighed and stood up and held out my hand to help Harry stand. I went to release his hand and walk down the stairs when he tighted his grip and twirled me around to hug me again. "I know you won't say it back, but I love you, Rue. And I always will."
"I know, Harry."
He pulled me away and grasped my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "I mean it, Rue. The boy from last night found me and was talking to me and being around him just made me realize it more. I don't want to fight anymore."
I looked away from him feeling so guilty. "We can talk about this later. I'll call when I'm on my way back."
I turned away and this time, Harry let me. I heard him sigh from behind me and I could picture him turning around while running his hand threw his hair and I heard the click of my door being closed.
I shook my head side to side and walked down the steps, grabbed my bag, and went out the door. I knew everything would be alright eventually. I just didn't know when.
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