SAY SOMETHING
Chapter 11
Annie’s POV
“Harry?” I asked as I felt my eyes grow wide.
He lifted himself swiftly off of the chair he was sitting in and came to kneel beside my bed. I naturally leaned away from him because of his sudden overbearing presence next to me that I truly didn’t expect. I racked my eyes down his torso and noted his instance of always wearing something black, his tattoos accented beautifully next to the color of his t-shirt.
He got the hint that I wasn’t to keen on being inches away from him and leaned back again. After a couple seconds he stood up again and dragged the chair next to my bed. After he was sitting he leaned in a bit too far again, but I didn’t have to nerve to tell him I wanted a little space. “How’s your head? Are you dizzy at all? Do you want me to get a nurse?” He rambled off questions and it was hard for me to listen to him. He’s not a fast speaker, but my head was starting to throb.
I closed my eyes and put my hand on my forehead to release the pressure that was building. “Harry, I can’t possibly concentrate when you ramble like that.”
I looked over at him and was surprised to see a look of worry on his face. “I’m sorry Annie. Let me go grab the nurse.” He said quietly, as if the volume his voice may break me into a million pieces if it was too loud.
He stood up from his chair and walked quickly out of the room. I couldn’t help but to admire his black skinny jeans, that actually looked rather attractive with his black shirt; there was a hint of something dangerous and exciting in it. I shook the thought out of my head when he walked back in with a small black haired nurse trailing nonchalantly behind him.
“Hello Ms. Richards. How are you feeling today?”
“I feel like my head is going to split in half, but other than that I’m just peachy.” I shrugged sarcastically, but neither Harry nor the nurse found it particularly amusing. The nurse bent down and grabbed the clipboard containing my status.
“I’m going to give you these antibiotics to make sure that the cut on your temple doesn’t become infected and these painkillers, but you should be all set to go. Make sure that you check out at the front desk alright?” She smiled at me as she put the clipboard back in the compartment at the foot of my bed. I smiled at her as she left the room closing the door behind her.
There was an awkward silence after the nurse left. Harry looked down and started playing with his fingers awkwardly and I couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Harry?” I squeaked, and I didn’t realize that my voice would come out so small and timid sounding. His head shot up quickly and for the thousandth time in my life, I felt my heart skip a beat when his piercing emerald eyes gazed into mine with a passion I didn’t think existed in them anymore. “C-Can you take me home?” I whispered like if we spoke too loud we would break this unimaginable peace between us, like nothing ever changed.
His face relaxed and me smiled at me so his dimples were just beginning to show. “Of course I can.” He soothed.
I rested my head on the window of the beater car that the boys apparently were driving around Los Angeles so no one would recognize them.
“How are you feeling?” Harry asked without taking his eyes off of the traffic jammed road.
“My head hurts.” I said closing my eyes and placing my hand on my forehead again.
“Do you want to take your painkillers that the doctor gave you?”
“I can take them when we get back to my place. I just want to rest my eyes for now.” I sighed.
“Annie, if you want I can pull over and grab them for you so you don’t have to move. It’d be better if you rested you’re right and I really don’t mind.”
My heart melted for a brief second. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I chuckled.
He laughed. “It was just a suggestion.” I chuckled in response and let my hand fall from my forehead. It was impossible for me to even consider opening my eyes. I was so tired.
“Annie,” I heard a familiar voice whisper and for a second I thought I was back in my room in London, “Annie, love we’re back at your gallery.”
I opened my eyes gingerly and wasn’t surprised to see a familiar pair of emerald eyes gazing down at me yet my heart still skipped all the same. I was resting my head on the center council and my neck was stiff from the awkward position I had slept in. I lifted my head and slowed my pace instantly as my vision blacked for a second and then came back again, pain immediately flaming in my temple.
“You okay?” Harry asked with concern threaded into his voice.
“Yeah… Yeah I’m fine. My head just… kills.” I said placing my hand on my forehead for the thousandth time in the past few hours.
“Here let me help you.” He said almost to himself as he urgently and ungracefully unbuckled his seatbelt and nearly fell out of the car before he jogged to my door. He opened it quickly but not so that it startled me. He reached over my torso and I felt my skin prickle with electricity as his hand grazed my stomach. He unbuckled my seatbelt for me and offered me his hand. I looked up into his eyes slowly and he met mine instantly. He was testing me and I knew it. It was one thing to accidently touch my torso but it was another thing to offer me his hand, something I had spent so much time holding and admiring.
I shook my head. “It’s okay I can do it.” I said though I felt like my head was going to split in half. I swung my leg out and touched my foot onto the pavement and then followed with my other foot. I hoisted myself up with the sides of the car and as soon as I was in a standing position I smiled at Harry triumphantly for getting out of the car on my own. My smile instantly faded as my vision went black again and even more pain ignited in my temple again though I didn’t think that would have been possible. “Ah..” I breathed and rested my hand onto my forehead again in a desperate attempt to release the tension that was continuing to build.
“Annie!” Harry yelled and in the next instant I felt an arm latch around my waist and then I was resting against his muscular torso. “Are you okay?” He asked trying to stand me back up again with his other hand now on my hip.
“Yeah…” I said unable to open my eyes or it would hurt too much.
“Can you walk?” He asked quietly again like if his voice was too loud it would break me even more.
“Yes Harry for goodness sake I’m not even that bad.” I lied. I had to be stronger than that.
I tried to take a step forward and almost fell over again. Harry’s arm shot out and caught me again and pulled me back up into a standing position. “Annie,” He breathed, “Let me help you.” He insisted.
“Harry, I don’t need your help okay?!” I yelled but it hurt my head even more to raise my voice like that.
“Dammit Annie! I know what you’re trying to do okay! I know you better than that! Now kill your fucking ego and let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself anymore!” He raged and he stunned me into silence. I opened my eyes at the sting of his words and found his emerald ones gazing into me with the same determination and passion I had known him to possess for years.
“Harry—“ I started and gasped when I felt his arm latch onto my waist and his other arm locking behind my knees and swooped my up with such swiftness and ease that it almost surprised me.
“Relax Annie. Don’t strain yourself okay?” He whispered, his tone much more soothing and caring now. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck before I rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel tears rimming my eyes as Harry’s familiar scent of cologne wafted into my nose from the exposed skin on his neck.
Before I knew it we were at the front door of my apartment and Harry was setting me down on my bed. He grabbed one of the end pillows and slowly lifted my head to place the pillow underneath me. He grabbed the blanket hanging off the edge of it and draped it over me.
He walked over to my kitchen and I watched as he dug through my cabinet doors until he found a cup and went to the sink to fill it with water. He came back moments later with my prescriptions and antibiotics.
“Here Annie, you should take these now.” He said and I took the glass and the medicine from him and lifted my head as I swallowed them. He took the glass from me when I was done and placed it on the nightstand. “Do you think you’ll need anything else love?” He asked and I wished he would stop calling me “love” because it only made my heart hurt more.
I shook my head. “No I don’t think so.”
“Alright well…” It sounded like he was hurting emotionally, like he was trying to keep his cool but was actually dying on the inside. “I left my number on the nightstand incase you need to call anyone. I’ll come by in a second if you need anything. I can cancel whatever I have going on with the boys, they’ll understand and makeup some excuse for me.”
“Thank you Harry.” I breathed as I felt my heart warm and ache all at the same time. He smiled weakly at me before he turned to walk out of my room. “Wait! Harry!” I called and he whirled back around. I felt tears rim my eyes and my stomach knotted. “Can you stay with me tonight…” I saw his eyes widen and soften. “Please,” I begged, “I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared.” I said and I was telling the truth. I didn’t want Peter to come back here while I was so vulnerable and defenseless.
“Y—Yeah,” His voice cracked, “Of course I can.”
I smiled and let out a breath. I patted the bed next to me. All I wanted was for him to hold me like he used to and tell me everything is going to be okay even though it looks like it never will be again. His eyes changed into a surprised soft expression. I shouldn’t give into him so easily, but I know that he’s the only person I would want here now.
He kicked his shoes off on the other side of the bed and took his shirt off, and I found myself admiring his tattoos again, the sparrows decorating his chest and the butterfly on his abdomen. He lifted the covers slowly and crawled next to me before he lay down. We were both now staring up at the ceiling and I could have sworn we were going to start playing “Name That Song” or some other dumb game we used to play while we laid on my bed in London.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn his gaze to me. “Do you want me to hold you?” He asked and his voice was less than a whisper. I felt tears rim my eyes again and I nodded without taking my eyes off of the ceiling. I felt his hand snake under my neck and I turned toward him as he turned toward me. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me against him gently as I nuzzled my face into his chest, welcoming his scent again. I couldn’t help the tears from falling so swiftly out of my eyes, nor could I stop my body from jerking as I attempted to stifle my sobs. “Shhhh.” He soothed as he rubbed my back in small circles, his cheek resting against the top of my head. “It’s okay Annie. I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.” He whispered and I covered my face with my hands and sobbed into them harder.
“I—I’m such an idiot.” I croaked when I could finally breathe again.
“Don’t say that.” He said and he sounded disappointed.
“I can’t believe I fell for an ass hole like that.” I said.
“You can’t always control how you feel Annie.” He reasoned and I shook my head.
“I should’ve broken up with him when he said you disrespect women and is a player. I should’ve known then.” I dissed myself and I felt him stiffen.
“You talked about me?” He whispered again like the words he was saying was dangerous territory to cross.
I nodded. “It’s not like he doesn’t know who you are Harry.” I said and I felt him nod against my head. Then we were silent for a few minutes and I tried to nuzzle myself closer to him and he responded easily by pulling me closer. “Harry?” I mumbled into his chest.
“Yeah love?” He asked.
“I’m really glad I don’t have to be alone tonight.” I said.
He rubbed my back again. “Get some sleep Annie.” And I felt him kiss the top of my head and I let the last tear of the night, fall onto his already tearstained shirt.
“Harry?” I asked as I felt my eyes grow wide.
He lifted himself swiftly off of the chair he was sitting in and came to kneel beside my bed. I naturally leaned away from him because of his sudden overbearing presence next to me that I truly didn’t expect. I racked my eyes down his torso and noted his instance of always wearing something black, his tattoos accented beautifully next to the color of his t-shirt.
He got the hint that I wasn’t to keen on being inches away from him and leaned back again. After a couple seconds he stood up again and dragged the chair next to my bed. After he was sitting he leaned in a bit too far again, but I didn’t have to nerve to tell him I wanted a little space. “How’s your head? Are you dizzy at all? Do you want me to get a nurse?” He rambled off questions and it was hard for me to listen to him. He’s not a fast speaker, but my head was starting to throb.
I closed my eyes and put my hand on my forehead to release the pressure that was building. “Harry, I can’t possibly concentrate when you ramble like that.”
I looked over at him and was surprised to see a look of worry on his face. “I’m sorry Annie. Let me go grab the nurse.” He said quietly, as if the volume his voice may break me into a million pieces if it was too loud.
He stood up from his chair and walked quickly out of the room. I couldn’t help but to admire his black skinny jeans, that actually looked rather attractive with his black shirt; there was a hint of something dangerous and exciting in it. I shook the thought out of my head when he walked back in with a small black haired nurse trailing nonchalantly behind him.
“Hello Ms. Richards. How are you feeling today?”
“I feel like my head is going to split in half, but other than that I’m just peachy.” I shrugged sarcastically, but neither Harry nor the nurse found it particularly amusing. The nurse bent down and grabbed the clipboard containing my status.
“I’m going to give you these antibiotics to make sure that the cut on your temple doesn’t become infected and these painkillers, but you should be all set to go. Make sure that you check out at the front desk alright?” She smiled at me as she put the clipboard back in the compartment at the foot of my bed. I smiled at her as she left the room closing the door behind her.
There was an awkward silence after the nurse left. Harry looked down and started playing with his fingers awkwardly and I couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Harry?” I squeaked, and I didn’t realize that my voice would come out so small and timid sounding. His head shot up quickly and for the thousandth time in my life, I felt my heart skip a beat when his piercing emerald eyes gazed into mine with a passion I didn’t think existed in them anymore. “C-Can you take me home?” I whispered like if we spoke too loud we would break this unimaginable peace between us, like nothing ever changed.
His face relaxed and me smiled at me so his dimples were just beginning to show. “Of course I can.” He soothed.
I rested my head on the window of the beater car that the boys apparently were driving around Los Angeles so no one would recognize them.
“How are you feeling?” Harry asked without taking his eyes off of the traffic jammed road.
“My head hurts.” I said closing my eyes and placing my hand on my forehead again.
“Do you want to take your painkillers that the doctor gave you?”
“I can take them when we get back to my place. I just want to rest my eyes for now.” I sighed.
“Annie, if you want I can pull over and grab them for you so you don’t have to move. It’d be better if you rested you’re right and I really don’t mind.”
My heart melted for a brief second. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I chuckled.
He laughed. “It was just a suggestion.” I chuckled in response and let my hand fall from my forehead. It was impossible for me to even consider opening my eyes. I was so tired.
“Annie,” I heard a familiar voice whisper and for a second I thought I was back in my room in London, “Annie, love we’re back at your gallery.”
I opened my eyes gingerly and wasn’t surprised to see a familiar pair of emerald eyes gazing down at me yet my heart still skipped all the same. I was resting my head on the center council and my neck was stiff from the awkward position I had slept in. I lifted my head and slowed my pace instantly as my vision blacked for a second and then came back again, pain immediately flaming in my temple.
“You okay?” Harry asked with concern threaded into his voice.
“Yeah… Yeah I’m fine. My head just… kills.” I said placing my hand on my forehead for the thousandth time in the past few hours.
“Here let me help you.” He said almost to himself as he urgently and ungracefully unbuckled his seatbelt and nearly fell out of the car before he jogged to my door. He opened it quickly but not so that it startled me. He reached over my torso and I felt my skin prickle with electricity as his hand grazed my stomach. He unbuckled my seatbelt for me and offered me his hand. I looked up into his eyes slowly and he met mine instantly. He was testing me and I knew it. It was one thing to accidently touch my torso but it was another thing to offer me his hand, something I had spent so much time holding and admiring.
I shook my head. “It’s okay I can do it.” I said though I felt like my head was going to split in half. I swung my leg out and touched my foot onto the pavement and then followed with my other foot. I hoisted myself up with the sides of the car and as soon as I was in a standing position I smiled at Harry triumphantly for getting out of the car on my own. My smile instantly faded as my vision went black again and even more pain ignited in my temple again though I didn’t think that would have been possible. “Ah..” I breathed and rested my hand onto my forehead again in a desperate attempt to release the tension that was continuing to build.
“Annie!” Harry yelled and in the next instant I felt an arm latch around my waist and then I was resting against his muscular torso. “Are you okay?” He asked trying to stand me back up again with his other hand now on my hip.
“Yeah…” I said unable to open my eyes or it would hurt too much.
“Can you walk?” He asked quietly again like if his voice was too loud it would break me even more.
“Yes Harry for goodness sake I’m not even that bad.” I lied. I had to be stronger than that.
I tried to take a step forward and almost fell over again. Harry’s arm shot out and caught me again and pulled me back up into a standing position. “Annie,” He breathed, “Let me help you.” He insisted.
“Harry, I don’t need your help okay?!” I yelled but it hurt my head even more to raise my voice like that.
“Dammit Annie! I know what you’re trying to do okay! I know you better than that! Now kill your fucking ego and let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself anymore!” He raged and he stunned me into silence. I opened my eyes at the sting of his words and found his emerald ones gazing into me with the same determination and passion I had known him to possess for years.
“Harry—“ I started and gasped when I felt his arm latch onto my waist and his other arm locking behind my knees and swooped my up with such swiftness and ease that it almost surprised me.
“Relax Annie. Don’t strain yourself okay?” He whispered, his tone much more soothing and caring now. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck before I rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel tears rimming my eyes as Harry’s familiar scent of cologne wafted into my nose from the exposed skin on his neck.
Before I knew it we were at the front door of my apartment and Harry was setting me down on my bed. He grabbed one of the end pillows and slowly lifted my head to place the pillow underneath me. He grabbed the blanket hanging off the edge of it and draped it over me.
He walked over to my kitchen and I watched as he dug through my cabinet doors until he found a cup and went to the sink to fill it with water. He came back moments later with my prescriptions and antibiotics.
“Here Annie, you should take these now.” He said and I took the glass and the medicine from him and lifted my head as I swallowed them. He took the glass from me when I was done and placed it on the nightstand. “Do you think you’ll need anything else love?” He asked and I wished he would stop calling me “love” because it only made my heart hurt more.
I shook my head. “No I don’t think so.”
“Alright well…” It sounded like he was hurting emotionally, like he was trying to keep his cool but was actually dying on the inside. “I left my number on the nightstand incase you need to call anyone. I’ll come by in a second if you need anything. I can cancel whatever I have going on with the boys, they’ll understand and makeup some excuse for me.”
“Thank you Harry.” I breathed as I felt my heart warm and ache all at the same time. He smiled weakly at me before he turned to walk out of my room. “Wait! Harry!” I called and he whirled back around. I felt tears rim my eyes and my stomach knotted. “Can you stay with me tonight…” I saw his eyes widen and soften. “Please,” I begged, “I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared.” I said and I was telling the truth. I didn’t want Peter to come back here while I was so vulnerable and defenseless.
“Y—Yeah,” His voice cracked, “Of course I can.”
I smiled and let out a breath. I patted the bed next to me. All I wanted was for him to hold me like he used to and tell me everything is going to be okay even though it looks like it never will be again. His eyes changed into a surprised soft expression. I shouldn’t give into him so easily, but I know that he’s the only person I would want here now.
He kicked his shoes off on the other side of the bed and took his shirt off, and I found myself admiring his tattoos again, the sparrows decorating his chest and the butterfly on his abdomen. He lifted the covers slowly and crawled next to me before he lay down. We were both now staring up at the ceiling and I could have sworn we were going to start playing “Name That Song” or some other dumb game we used to play while we laid on my bed in London.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn his gaze to me. “Do you want me to hold you?” He asked and his voice was less than a whisper. I felt tears rim my eyes again and I nodded without taking my eyes off of the ceiling. I felt his hand snake under my neck and I turned toward him as he turned toward me. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me against him gently as I nuzzled my face into his chest, welcoming his scent again. I couldn’t help the tears from falling so swiftly out of my eyes, nor could I stop my body from jerking as I attempted to stifle my sobs. “Shhhh.” He soothed as he rubbed my back in small circles, his cheek resting against the top of my head. “It’s okay Annie. I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.” He whispered and I covered my face with my hands and sobbed into them harder.
“I—I’m such an idiot.” I croaked when I could finally breathe again.
“Don’t say that.” He said and he sounded disappointed.
“I can’t believe I fell for an ass hole like that.” I said.
“You can’t always control how you feel Annie.” He reasoned and I shook my head.
“I should’ve broken up with him when he said you disrespect women and is a player. I should’ve known then.” I dissed myself and I felt him stiffen.
“You talked about me?” He whispered again like the words he was saying was dangerous territory to cross.
I nodded. “It’s not like he doesn’t know who you are Harry.” I said and I felt him nod against my head. Then we were silent for a few minutes and I tried to nuzzle myself closer to him and he responded easily by pulling me closer. “Harry?” I mumbled into his chest.
“Yeah love?” He asked.
“I’m really glad I don’t have to be alone tonight.” I said.
He rubbed my back again. “Get some sleep Annie.” And I felt him kiss the top of my head and I let the last tear of the night, fall onto his already tearstained shirt.
Notes
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