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It Takes Patience II: Guarded

Chapter 48: Confessional

*Reagan’s POV*
Harry held onto my hand as our hostess brought us to the table with the boys and only let it go when we went to sit down. Everyone was sitting together. Zayn was with Perrie, Louis was with Eleanor, and even Liam had a girl there of his own that I had yet to lay eyes on. There were two empty seats at the end next to Niall and Laurie and I wasted no time taking the seat that was next to my friend. I haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to her since she told me about Peyton, but I have to tell someone about what happened at the office before I tell H.

“How are you Rea?” I took a deep breath and shook my head before I stopped a waiter and ordered a Long Island Iced tea. Harry caught my gaze from across the table raising an eyebrow at me before smiling as he chatted with Liam and Zayn and I know it’s because I ordered a drink before I did any food. I haven’t really eaten at all today, not even a lunch at work my stomach was too unsettled by today’s events.

“I definitely need to talk to you but I can’t do it right now. I’ve otherwise been okay though.” I said it lowly and was sure that only Laurie had heard me as she nodded her head in agreement.

I finished four long islands before our food came and when it did, I couldn’t eat it. Everyone around me was a bit tipsy, but I knew that I was drunk. Harry kept eyeing me throughout dinner to make sure that I was okay and I would force my focused side to make my inebriated mind give him a reassuring smile to calm his nerves. As the chatter around us continued however, I felt as if I had been given a truth serum instead of a vodka, rum tequila and gin mix. I grabbed Laurie’s hand pulling her to stand with me and as soon as I did, I earned another sideways glance from Harry.

“Are you alright glasses?” He was getting ready to stand with Laurie and I clearly noticing the state of me.

“Yes, I’m fine H. stay here we’re just going to the bathroom.” I could hear my words slur and Harry furrowed his eyebrows in a curious manner before he looked over to Laurie.

“I’ll take care of her Harry. Don’t worry about it.” Laurie stabled me as I wobbled on my feet and Harry, ever the skeptic glanced back at me. He looked as if he were going to open his mouth to say something else before Liam called him asking him a question from across the table and I couldn’t be happier for the distraction.

I pulled Laurie away from the table as if I knew where it was exactly I was headed only to end up having her lead me in the right direction, the total opposite from where I was going. When we entered the restroom, she let go of my hand and I leaned over the sink turning the faucet on so that I could splash my face with water. The lights in here were entirely too bright and it was the only thing I could think to do to stop the room from going in circles.

“Are you okay Reagan? What’s up? You drank a bit much a bit fast don’t you think?” I scrunched my nose at the lecture before I turned around to face her, holding on to the sink for dear life.

“I have to tell you, before I tell him...If I tell him. I don’t know if I can do it L’s. The outcome...it’s too risky. He doesn’t deserve anymore stress. He’s stressed out enough because of me over these past few months.” Laurie started to chuckle. Something is telling me she doesn’t understand the severity of the situation.

“Reagan you’re so drunk. The last time I saw you this was at Harry’s welcome home party. You have to slow down when you speak especially since you’re slurring. I can’t understand you babe.”

My head lolled back and forth on my shoulders and it felt as if it was too big for my neck to support. Laurie grabbed my hand again and walked me over to a chair in the bathroom to sit me down after she wet paper towel with cold water to press on the back of my neck. I can tell she’s trying to sober me up but the room is still spinning.

“Peyton, I told Peyton off today and when he tried to touch me I slapped him but then he pushed me up against the wall and he bruised my arm, can’t tell Harry, not until Peyton is gone.” The next thing I knew Laurie was at my eye level holding my face in her hands.

“Reagan what?! Did you tell your boss?” I nodded my head yes but quickly regretted it. Moving right now is probably not the best thing to do? Laurie went to speak again and even in my overly drunk state I know I’m not going to want to hear what she has to say so I cut her off. I know what I have to do.

“Laurie, I think I’m going to-” I put my hand over my mouth and rushed into a stall only to have Laurie follow behind me and pull my hair back while I threw my internal organs into the toilet.

When I felt about empty, Laurie took me back to the sink where I washed my mouth out with water and some of the mouthwash that the restroom attendant had. I could hear Eleanor in the bathroom now but my eyes wouldn’t me allow me to focus on her. As I tried to walk out of the restroom behind her, Laurie made me sit down again.

“Just wait here. You do realize that you have to tell Harry what happened Rea?” I nodded my head yes again obviously not learning my lesson from last time, and I could feel my anxieties rise. Eleanor’s voice became apparent again outside of the bathroom door, but hers is not the only one I heard.

Laurie grabbed my hand to stand me up from my seated position and when the door opened, I stumbled out into something hard. My eyes wouldn’t focus and when I looked up, I saw Peyton. I went to push away from him feeling my body tense. This is too much like the night that started all of the bullshit. My eyebrows furrowed and I went to fight against him again, but when I blinked the man that I was looking up at was Harry.

“Reagan, how much did you drink babe?” Harry chuckled. He had his coat on and mine was in his hand along with a to go box full of my untouched meal I’m sure.

“I’m fine. We don’t have to leave.” I went to try and walk past him and go back to the table to sit down, but he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me back to him. I want to stall because I know that when we leave I’ll have to tell him the truth.

“Harry stop, I’m fine.”

“Like hell you are Reagan, you can barely walk straight.” He was laughing and it was annoying me, but his laugh is so beautiful. The only thing that comes to mind is how it’s a shame that I probably won’t be hearing that sound again tonight.

Laurie helped me into my jacket and Harry held me close to him stabling me as we walked. We stopped momentarily so that he could say bye to his friends and before we left my eyes allowed me to focus on Laurie’s concerned face before we were headed back to H.’s car.




*Harry’s POV*
Reagan slept the entire car ride back to my place but I kind of wanted to wake her up. I’ve seen her drunk on several occasions now but she’s only been this plastered one other time. I find it strange that she was the only one to drink so much tonight, but at the same time it’s kind of amusing. When we pulled into my front drive, I grabbed the food and then gently lifted glasses out of the car sure not to wake her in fear of the outcome being vomit on my jacket if I did.
It’s only eleven fifteen and I know she hadn’t adopted a drinking problem, but being passed out cold so early is a bit much.

I placed her on my bed and then went back down the stairs grabbing her some water and an aspirin. I should make her eat some of the food that she ordered and picked over to try and soak up some of the alcohol that I know is sloshing around in her stomach, but I have a feeling that would be a losing battle tonight. When I got back up the to my room, I lean up against the door closing it and stuffing the fucking stopper under it to give her some type of privacy before I started to undress her. I got her coat and shoes off without a problem but when I got to her jean’s buttons her hands grabbed mine, stopping me.

“Harry?”

“Yes love?”

“No sex. I don’t feel good.” I chuckled before I shook my head. She’s completely out of it.

“We’re not having sex alchy; I’m just trying to make you more comfortable.” Reagan moved her hands and allowed me to continue to take care of her. “Eleanor and Laurie said you got sick at the restaurant. Why’d you drink so much?” She looked at me before rubbing a hand over her eyes and then through her tangled hair. She scowled when her fingers couldn’t comb through a piece and I couldn’t help but laugh again at the face she made.

“I need liquid courage Harold.” I slid the jeans off of her legs and kissed her thighs before I dropped the material to the floor. She frowned at me before saying that the jeans were expensive and I shrugged my shoulders while kicking them into the closet before I started to take off her shirt.

“What do you need liquid courage for weird one? Stop calling me Harold.” She grinned at me before sighing and then removed her bra causing me to lose focus for a moment but I quickly regained it when I was able to see the purple and blue skin on her arm. I still don’t see how an office job of sitting, annotating documents, and learning psychiatric disorders and terminology would lead to physical labor that would cause a mark like that. I rubbed over the bruise causing her to recoil from my touch and before I could bring it up again she spoke.

“Where’s my phone, I need to set my alarm for tomorrow. I don’t have to be at work until twelve.” She looked around the bed and then got distracted when she found her sleep shirt, grinning lazily and pulling it over her head. The mobile search was forgotten when she laid back down against one of my pillows.

“Come lie down with me Harry.” I grinned at her while stripping off and before I got into bed, I set my phone alarm for her.

She snuggled into my side and laid her head on my chest before she started to lazily trace her fingertips over my side, tickling me. It went silent for a moment and I thought that she had drifted to sleep, but I was quickly proven wrong.

“Harry?”

“Yes glasses?”

“Can I tell you why I needed liquid courage without you’re mood changing? Do you think that you could stay just like this and hold me like you are now?”

My body immediately tensed. The last time she asked me to promise to not get upset it turned into a bad argument. We’ve been doing pretty well these last forty-eight hours and I don’t want to have to go back down that road. I froze not responding causing her to lift off of my chest and look down at me.

Her eye whites were red but she still looked doe eyed and innocent. Her hair fell over covering half of her face like an auburn curtain...a tangled curtain. I reached up and tucked it behind her ear and she took a little blue hair tie off of her wrist, pulling the curtain back off of her face into a bun that reminded me of something out of Dr. Seuss before quirking an eyebrow at me trying to asses my mood. Even when she’s drunk she’s still a tiny therapist.

“I don’t know Reagan. You know I can’t promise that. Do we have to do this now? Is this something that has to be talked about at twelve a.m. while you’re drunk and clearly tired?”

“Yes because otherwise I don’t think I’ll tell you and I don’t want to hold anything from you Harry. I love you, you know?” I chuckled again as she spoke. When she talked she moved her head around causing her hair to fall out of the bun into a ponytail.

“Harry stop laughing at me and listen.”

“I am listening. Go ahead and tell me.”

*Reagan’s POV*
I reached a hand up to touch his face and his beautiful eyes locked with mine as I took a deep breath. My eyes started to water and I don’t know if it’s because I’m intoxicated or just overly emotional. I’ve been so good from hiding my feelings from everyone else, but when I’m with Harry everything flows out like a stream.

“The bruise on my arm...” H. raised an eyebrow before his gaze drifted to the spot mentioned and then furrowed both of them before looking back at me. I dropped my head and Harry grabbed my chin making me look at him again. His expression changed to a concerned one and he was silently prompting me to continue.

“..The bruise on my arm got there because Peyton pushed me up against a wall.”
Harry’s eyebrows knotted and he removed himself from under me so quickly I thought that I thought that I would break my neck trying to keep up with him. Before I knew it Harry was fully dressed again and getting ready to head down the stairs.

“Harry stop where are you going?” I managed to grab his arm but he pulled away from me and went out into the hallway.

He was already down the stairs grabbing his keys off the counter and opening the door to leave when I got into the hall.

“Harry what are you doing?” I wrapped my arms around myself to try and shield from the cold weather and whisper shouted at him conscience that his mother could be home.

“HE FUCKING TOUCHED YOU!” I jumped unsure if Harry was upset with me. I didn’t do anything. He opened the door to his car and got in, but I grabbed the door before he could close it.
“Reagan let the damn door and go back inside!”

“Not unless you come back inside with me. Please Harry.”

“DON’T TEST ME REAGAN! GO BACK IN THE HOUSE!”

The wind blew and I started to shake, but I don’t think it was from the cold. The look in Harry’s eyes was like nothing I’ve seen there before. Usually when he’s angry I can see them turn darker. This time they stayed their light green color, but I know he’s furious.

“No! Stop yelling you’re going to wake up the whole neighborhood. Come back inside with me.” I hesitantly reached up and touched his face. His skin was hot and the blood around his knuckles had vanished causing them to turn white from his grip on the steering wheel. I know what he was planning to go do, but I don’t even know what room Peyton is staying in at the hotel. My mind wanders to Harry knocking down every door until he found him but I shake the thought and focus on calming him down. His mom must be at Robin’s house. I know she would have been out here by now if she were here.

Harry was shaking with anger but he turned the car off and let the steering wheel go. He ran a hand through his hair pushing it off of his face and he chuckled humorlessly.

“You won’t be able to stop me next time.” He wouldn’t look at me when he spoke, but I could tell that was more of a promise than a general statement.

“I know.”

“No you don’t know, but he will. If I get my hands on him Reagan...” He got out of the car slamming the door behind him so hard I thought the window would break.

“Harry try to calm down please?” I held my hand out to him and he grabbed it a bit tight, but its fine with me as long as I know that I stopped him from doing something brash.

When we went back inside the house, Harry went straight for the kitchen for his meds and popped two of them without drinking any water but he's so angry I'm not sure how much good they'll do. We got back into bed but I can still tell that Harry is tensed and now overly tired. I grabbed his hand causing him to jump slightly before he pulled me on his chest. As I fell asleep I felt guilty knowing that this would lead to another restless night for him.

Notes

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Comments

haha mine too they always try to put an extra "a" in it

@XOXOH
Thank you, everybody is confused when I spell my name and try to correct me. Lol

@mrsdirectioner
Aww thank you :) I like your name too it's spelled different than it usually is

@XOXOH
You have a unique name. My name is Katelynn.

@mrsdirectioner
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