Tears blurring my sight, I ambled along the dark street without knowing where to go. I could go and see Riley but what would I tell her? How could I explain what happened? I just couldn’t talk about it to her right now. But I needed to talk to someone; I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I had to find someone who would understand me without asking too many questions.
Without having really thinking about it, my feet had led me to a familiar place and I now was standing in front of the black portal. I entered the code I knew by heart and walked up toward the front door. I rang and waited, hoping I wouldn’t wake anyone.
I sighed with relief when I heard footsteps behind the door which soon opened violently, revealing the half-asleep face of Harry. Though he looked rather grumpy when he opened the door, his features softened when he saw me but he didn’t smile, staring with a concerned look at me. He pushed himself aside to let me walk in but I didn’t move; I stood still under the porch.
He kept on staring at me, his face looking more and more serious, before mumbling something I couldn’t get. Then, he walked back into his house and I heard him run upstairs before coming back quickly with his jacket on. He stepped out of the house, locked the door and suggested to go for a walk. I nodded and we started to walk away in silence.
I heard him sigh after a while, “what happened, Lia? Why are you in a state?”
I suddenly stopped walking and he stopped a few meters away, turning quickly around to look at me.
“I left,” I muttered before burying my head in my hands, sobbing. I heard him repeat my words in a whisper as he got closer. I nodded and looked up at him after a while as tears kept on rolling down my face. “We had an argument. I was mad at him and...and... I left...”
I cried even harder. Harry moved closer and I felt his arms around me as he pulled me toward him. I rested my head against his chest and cried there.
“Why? Why did I leave?” I exclaimed with anger through my tears, mainly talking to myself. “I didn’t mean to leave! But I can’t go back there now...”
“Of course you can! I’m sure he is waiting for you.”
I shook my head. “He isn’t...”
Harry looked down at me and wiped my tears away, smiling weakly, before talking again, “he must be wondering where you are and be worried. Knowing him, he's probably pacing around the flat and blaming himself for whatever he told you.”
“No. Not this time. We were supposed to go and eat somewhere with his mother but we argued and I left. And I know he went to see her whether I am there or not. He mustn’t regret anything!”
I saw Harry rolling his eyes as I kept weeping. I buried my head against him again, wetting his jacket. Soon I realized I must have sounded a bit harsh.
“I’m sorry, Harry! I didn’t mean to turn up at your house this late! I’m sorry to disturb you with my stupid stuff...”
He cut me off, “you don’t have to be sorry! You know I’ll always be here for you when you need a shoulder to cry on. I won’t let my best friend down and you know that.”
I smiled for the first time tonight, thinking how lucky I was. Harry was my oldest friend and he had always been there for me whenever I wanted to talk; I knew I could rely on him.
After a while, we kept on walking along the almost empty streets where occasionally a car would pass by. He talked about his day, trying to make me think of something else but I knew he would approach the subject again later.
Suddenly, he stopped dead on the sidewalk and I turned around to stare at him with a surprised look. I walked back toward him and asked him, “is there something wrong, Harry?”
He looked up at me without talking nor moving for a while, but he nodded slowly afterwards. I raised an eyebrow and stepped closer, trying to catch his eyes but he had turned his look down.
“I've had enough...” he started to say. I opened my mouth to talk but he carried on, “why is he like that with you? It’s not the first time you've come to see me after an argument, crying. It is not right for you, Lia!” He looked up at me and I could see anger starting to appear in his eyes.
“It’s just... I overreact every time!” I stuttered, shocked by his unexpected words. “It’s not his fault! I am the one who got angry too fast, I do every time...”
Harry shook his head. “Why are you lying? Why are you lying to yourself? You know this is all wrong.” I stared at him, taken aback. “You don’t deserve this,” he spoke in a whisper. He came closer, his face inches from mine as he kept telling me what he thought, “I should have told you that earlier before you got hurt. Every time I tried, it was too late. But I know this moment is the right time.”
He leaned in, his lips skimming mine. “I love you, Lia.” And he pressed his lips against mine.
Surprised, I pushed him away, not knowing how else to react. I stepped backwards but stumbled over the edge of the sidewalk. Sadness in Harry’s eyes was the last thing I saw before everything turned dark.
I woke up in a cold sweat, tears falling down my cheeks. I sat up quickly and leaned my head against my hands. It couldn’t be true. This couldn’t have happened. No, I must have been dreaming. My whole body was shaking and I was breathing very fast. I realize I just remembered what happened just before my coma.
I got out of bed fast and rushed into the kitchen, where Riley was eating her breakfast. She looked at me with surprise when she saw me. She put her cup down on the table and walked toward me.
“Is there something wrong, Lia?” she asked, anxiety in his voice. I shook my head, thinking I shouldn’t tell her yet what I just remembered.
“Lou called a few minutes ago, by the way!” she changed subject at once. “You don’t have to go to work today. Two of the boys are sick so there’s no need for you to go.” I nodded.
“Which one's are sick?” I asked curious.
“Zayn and Harry. She doesn't know what they have.”
My eyes wide opened. There was something wrong. They couldn’t be sick. Not at the same time.
“Where does he live?” I asked her and she raised an eyebrow with a surprised expression on her face. "Where does Harry live?”