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10. Chapter 10

•Savannah•

Once a doctor finally made it in, he did all kinds of tests and scans. When everything showed that Harry was fine, he stitched up his arm and sent us home.

I seriously thought Harry was going to die. But now that he's cleaned up he looks much, much better. The only problem I would say is the black eye.

As we walked out of the hospital, Harry stepped up in front of me. Why? I don't know.

"What are you doing here?" He nearly growled at whoever this was.

"I'm not going to hurt her, or you, or anyone Harry. I just want to talk." Andrea. What the hell?

"You didn't answer my question." He was starting to tense up, which wasn't good for him after that crazy disaster.

"I heard what happened, and I wanted to apologize. I need to talk to her though. Please." She pointed at me, trying to peek my head around Harry.

"I don't think so. After what just happened I can't trust anybody anymore."

"It's only me Harry, and I'm not here to hurt anyone. I promise. I'm sorry for everything I've done, and everything Mikey did. He really didn't mean for it to go that far. I don't know what got into him, but I can control myself. I can control my anger. So, I'm begging -"

"No Andrea." He yelled for the last time, then turned to me. "Get rid of her. Please? I-I can't anymore of this." He left me with her, and sat on a bench a few yards away.

"Can we talk?" She closed the distance Harry had between us.

"I don't think that's up to me." I crossed my arms. I was still upset about what Mikey had told Harry.

"Let me come over to help clean up." Her offer was tempting, but I couldn't allow it.

"Andrea, I can't. If it upsets Harry, then no. I'm sorry. He brought me here to get away from things, and now look at what's happened because I don't ever listen to him. I want you to go, just leave us alone."

"I need to ask you one question then? Please?" Her eyes were those type you just can not deny.

"Quickly. I have to get Harry home, he's weak and needs to rest." I crossed my arms waiting.

"Do you love him?" She looked at the ground, then at Harry.

"Who?" I knew who she meant, that's like a life changing decision though.

"Harry." She motioned her head towards the lump on the bench.

Thinking about him made a zoo attack my body. When he touches me now, I get goosebumps something awful. I can barely eat, and I eat all the time. I would risk my life for Harry. I've never felt like that about anyone else. Is it a good thing to love your best friend or bad? What if something happens and then everything is gone, the friendship as well.

"I think I do. Why? What does this-"

"Do you think he loves you?" That is a very good question Andy.

"I'm not sure..." I let my thoughts trail away as I looked at him. Thinking to myself, 'I hope he does.' I turned back to Andrea "You know, I don't know why I'm still talking to you. Just go away." Instead I walked away.

I didn't look back at all. Just looked at Harry as I walked toward him. I tapped his shoulder when I got to the bench. "Let's go home."

~~~

I was unlocking the door, when I decided to sneak a peek at Harry; he caught me, then gave me one of his long sweet smiles. Thy remind me of vanilla ice-cream, and that's my favorite.

"Wait a moment..." Harry looked at the door for a moment. "Mikey kicked the door down."

"That means-" He pushed the door open. The whole down stairs was clean, we knew that meant everything was fixed. I completely forgot what I was saying, it took my breath away.

"Why would they do this for us?" Harry walked around the side, then plopped onto the sofa.

I sat down next to him on the ground. I felt safe in this house again, anywhere again. I was glad Mikey wouldn't be bothering us anymore. We were done with trouble, finally time to do what came here for, relax and have some fun.

"Is your eye doing okay? It looks-"

"Like shit? Yeah, I know... It's fine though." He looked at me from the corner of his good eye, then back up at the ceiling.

"I can't believe you'd lie to me over something as simple as a black eye." I shook my head, trying to keep a straight face.

He turned over to look at me. "I'm not lying."

"I was kidding." I set my head on the cushion, inches from his.

It was silent, and we just stared at each other for what seemed like forever. When I thought he was starting to move closer I moved back. "But really, we should get something on there before it swells shut and you can't see this beautiful place."

•Harry•

As she walked away to get whatever it is I needed, I wanted to tell her so bad 'Without you this place would be nothing.' I didn't though.

~~~

"My mum called." I said as she continued her work on my face.

"That's great." She smiled, but was trying to concentrate "What did she say?"

"Not a lot really. She wants to visit though." I shivered at the thought. I think I saw Savannah tense a little.

"What did you say?" She poked around a little; it hurt, but I didn't say anything. "I'm almost done by the way."

"Nothing. Then she said she'd really like to visit be chase Gem is also this way. So, it would be like a two in one you know?" I knew what was coming, the reason had to be given though.

"Gemma is here?" She pointed at the ground like she was literally in that spot.

I took a moment to answer, and then replacing quietly, "Yeah."

"And you knew?" Her face was red, definitely irritated at me. Girls.

"Of course. You know-"

"Fix your own eye." She threw whatever she had in her hand and it hit my bad eye.

"Ow. Why did you do that?"

"Oh my goodness Harry." She rushed back over, checking my eye first. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It only hurt for a moment." I lied, again.

"You need to get to bed." She started to pull me up from the ground.

"Me? You were the one that never slept, the whole time."

"Then we'll go to bed." She had me lean on her for safety, still afraid I would fall over.

~~~

"Harry?" Her voice was soft. As she talked I could see the way her lips moved in the darkness of my eyelids.

"Yes love?" My voice was crackly and tired. It had been a long day. My whole head hurt. I was exhausted.

"It's not my fault right? I mean... All of this, Mikey and you and this entire fucking disaster. If I had just ended when things started going south for us we wouldn't be here right now." I opened one of my eyes, she had her thinking face on, half thinking, half disappointment.

"None of this is your fault. He didn't want you to leave now, he wouldn't of wanted you to leave then. He's one of those nuts. He needs to be locked up, we just had to learn the hard way. Sometimes you have to, and that's okay. It's not your fault. Don't blame it on you, ever." I didn't have the strength to sit up, so I just set my hand on her lap. She took it, and squeezed it.

"Thank you Harry." She then kissed my hand, set it back beside me, and lied down herself.

She wouldn't give up that easy. I knew she was still fighting with herself on the inside, and that killed me. I didn't want her to think this was her fault, because it wasn't.

I leaned over her, just to make sure she'd get it this time. When she took a breath in, it closed the space between us. For a moment all I could think about was kissing her again.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not your fault."

She shook her head. "Go to bed Harry."

"Not until you say -"

"It's not my fault? No. Mikey was my problem, and I didn't get rid of him... I let it go too far. It is my fault." Her face turned red, her eyes filled with tears, and I didn't know what to do this time. I hate seeing her like this. It hurts me too.

I turned over and sat up. "It's his fault. He didn't have to do this."

"But I knew the type of person he was. I knew that he was jealous and overprotective. I knew things about him Harry, and I shouldn't have kept it going. I didn't think he would go this far, but I should have known. I should have known he would..." She trailed off. I couldn't see the tears, but I could feel them coming.

"It doesn't matter. It's over. He's gone, I'm going to be okay, and you're going to be okay, and everything is going to be okay. So it doesn't matter." I stretched out again, put my head back on my pillow again, I could feel sleep creeping up on me again.

"Harry?" She whispered, pulling me away from the darkness.

"Yes love?" I said, without opening my eyes.

"It's nothing. Never mind." I didn't have the energy to get it out of her.

My mind was shut down. I couldn't talk, I only moved if I had to, the darkness was nearly upon me. I could hear the lamp go off, then I felt her hair brush across my arm. I wrapped it around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. It's like it was an instinct.

"Goodnight." She whispered so soft I barely heard it, pushed up to kiss my cheek, and then settled back into my arm.

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