Harrys´ POV:

“Don´t...”, Taylor already stopped me before I said a word.

“But Taylor...”, I grumbled.

“God, Harry! We had a serious discussion yesterday, if you have to look for a new lunch table. You have to thank Simon for convincing us to let you drive us crazy for some more time”, Taylor snapped at me.

Fifth day. I`m officially going insane and I´m wondering, if Clary will ever be talking to me again. She missed school for nearly a whole week and that didn´t looked like her at all.

“I know she´s angry and injured, but can´t she just send me a text, calling me a stupid asshole? At least it would be any reaction!”, I groaned.

“You´re a stupid asshole.” Of course I recognized her voice, but I
couldn´t believe my eyes until I turned and stared at her small appearance.

She looked horrible. Pale and thinner than the last time I saw her and her hair was in a messy bun on her head.

“Clary!” “Clary...” Simon squeezed in excitement. Taylor and Connor sighed in relief.

“Hey guys”, she said quietly and stepped closer.

She was here. After four days of torture I was able to see her pretty face again. She sat down next to me and I saw her legs shaking a little bit. I stared at her her and waited for an outburst of rage, but all she did was trying to make herself comfortable.

“Clary...”, I started and regretted it that second. She looked me in the eyes for the first time.

“I was sick”, she whispered with a cracky voice.

“Oh”, was all I could get out.


Clarys´POV:

“I know she´s angry and injured, but can´t she just send me a text, calling me a stupid asshole? At least it would be any reaction!” Harry groaned and I realized how much I´d missed his voice.

“You´re a stupid asshole.” He turned around and starred at me with big eyes. I could see the shock and his surprise to see me her.

“Clary!”, Simon squeezed.

“Clary...”, Taylor and Connor sighed at the same time.

“Hey guys”, I said and felt my legs shake under my weight.

My whole body still felt weak and exhausted and it caused me a lot of power to manage to be here today. Mum wanted me to stay in bed for another day, but I refused to. I liked the fresh air and I needed to talk to Harry.

I sat down next to him and smelled his scent. Bread, rain, coffee, home and sleepy weekends. My body craved for his hug and his warm arms wrapped around me, but my head told me something different.

“Clary...”, his voice sounded raspy and insecure. I looked up and found his green eyes.

“I was sick”, I said, but it came out as a whisper.

“Oh.”

I waited for some more words, but he kept quiet.

“I thought I have to die”, I uttered in a seriously tone.

“Your Mum told me”, Taylor said while eating her lunch. Harry starred at her, but she ignored his death glance.

“I got your messages”, I whispered so just Harry could hear me. He turned his back to the group and looked only at me.

“I had hoped you did”, he sounded worried. Damn it, why was he so cute?

“I listened to them yesterday...”, I made a break. “Is it true? Did she really came over all by herself? I mean how was she able to?”, the questions came out of my mouth fast.

“I´d never lie to you, Clary. I wanted to come over after my shower, but she was already sitting on my bed as I did and that was the moment you rushed in”, he answered me.

“But how?”, I sounded like a kid. Ugh.

“The same way you did. Gemma told her where she can find the key.” I wanted to believe him so badly because I hated the distance between us.

“It looked like you two had sex”, I tried to explain my sight of view.

“There was nothing. I didn´t touched her, I swear. Clary, I love you. Seriously I can´t touch any girl, without wanting her to be you.” I gave up.

I closed my eyes and leant my weak body against his and he automatically wrapped his arms around me. I was to sick to argue any more. My body wanted him to take care of me and my head had decided to believe him. She was a bitch, I found that out by myself already.

“Are you still mad?”, Harry whispered into my ear.

I nodded my head: “Just don´t let go... and never talk to that bitch again.”

He kissed my forehead and pulled me closer to him. “Haha, believe me you´ll be the one that get annoyed by me first...and I won´t.” I doubted both of it.


Clarys´ POV (SOME TIME LATER):

My Mum let Harry stay over at our house for the whole weekend and I slept more than just good with him next to him. The flu still got me sick, but I felt a lot better and was on my way to recovery.

The highlight of the weekend was my mother finding out that Taylor´s pregnant.

“I thought she just got fatter!”, she let out shocked.

“Nope. I mean sure she´s getting fatter, but for a reason”, I clarified.

“Oh my god! What did her Mum said?”

“Not so happy about it”, I shrugged my shoulders.

“I swear if you two decide to make me a grandmother...”, she stared at Harry, who was having breakfast with us.

“Oh, god no!”

“We really don´t want to!” We both answered panicky to stop her from getting wrong thoughts.

Harry was even more concerning and caring as ever before and I knew he was trying to make me forget the incident at his house. I was fine with him, acting like that.

Monday morning was hell after the lazy days and I cursed school, my alarm clock and the whole working world.

“Some more minutes”, Harry groaned with his sleepy voice and pulled the blanket over his head.

“Mmmh”, was all I pressed out before I decided that I had no choice and got out the bed and walked into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and starred at my reflection in the mirror.

Harry came in and I had to smile about his tall, thin and tattooed body behind me. His hair looked like he got through a hurricane and he wore nothing more than boxers.

If my Mum would know about all the tattoos she would be going crazy. Bad, bad boy.

“Morning”, he whispered in my ear and hugged me around my torso from behind. He started to nibble on my ear and I laughed.

“Stop it”, I giggled, but all he did was kissing my down my neck.

“Harry...”, I mumbled and thought that this was the best way to be woken up.

“My Mum´s already up and waits with breakfast.”

He continued his kisses and mumbled on my skin: “I don´t care.” I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“But I do...because I want you to sleep here every other weekend and to make sure you can, I´ll be a good girl.” He smiled cheeky and came down to my face.

“I like you the idea of you being a bad girl”, he winked and I smiled.

“You do, huh?”, and with these words I started to kiss him, trying to be as bad as I could.

If my sister wouldn´t had knocked on my door, telling us to come down we probably would have had sex on the bathroom floor. Ugh, little sisters.

Notes

Hey you all. New chapter.

What do you think? Please let me know!

I´ll reveal some important things somewhere in the next chapters, stay tuned! :)