Still British

Well, I tried my hardest. I really did. While they were cheering, I tried to leave, but Harry was keeping a close eye on me. He caught me before I even located an exit. When I finally managed to locate one, I kept the boys distracted until they entertained themselves, and I slipped away. They followed me, halfway to the barn before I realized they were. Luckily, I knew the fairgrounds well, and detoured off, towards the place they were staying. When it came into sight, the boys disappeared, so I turned around. I was, again, halfway to the barn before I realized Harry was still there, and that if I did take him to the barn, he might alert the other boys to the location. Mulling this over, I took a back way to the Grandstand. When I got close, I realized he’d disappeared, too. Not taking any chances, I kept walking to the Grandstand until I found a stage entrance. There, I had the most excruciating time I’d had since Harry had come back into my life.
I stood outside the entrance, just thinking. I realized there was a heated discussion going on in the stage area, and there were four boys involved. I risked a glance to see Harry wasn’t back yet, so he was either (a) lost, (b) hiding, or (c) behind me. Well, option (c) was out… But what were they discussing? I’ll admit, I eavesdropped. But what else would one do?
Hearing some of the argument, it hit me. They were talking about me! Well, who else would they be discussing using ‘she’ and ‘her effect on Harry’? Unless… No, I will not go down that path! Harry wouldn’t do that, not to me… Or would he? Before I really thought about it, before it ruined me, and my relationship with Harry, I tuned back into the conversation. I definitely heard a ‘Vanessa’ in there… Then there was a panicked “Shhhhhhhh!” as a door opened on the other side of the stage-area-room-thing. I heard an angry voice.
“What in the bloody hell is wrong with you!?!?!?!?! Why are you discussing Vanessa, and my love life!?!?!?!” Love live? Has he made a decision, then? “And, just so you know, we, both of us, could hear just about that whole conversation! Do you know how painful it was to hear that, knowing all of you as well as I do? Can you imagine how she felt, hearing all of that? Because, let me tell you, you made it sound like I was involved with somebody else, cheating on her! How could you do that to her, to me? How could you?” He calmed down, broke down, sobbing by the end of it. Did he think I wouldn’t forgive him for his stupid friends? “See!?!?!? She won’t even come in here, to me, because of what you said! She’ll never speak to me again!” This was getting ridiculous. I ran right into the room, tears blurring my vision, and made straight for Harry.
He didn’t even see my approach. I didn’t speak, or sob, or anything, I just ran to him. He wasn’t on the ground yet, but he was dejectedly staring at the ground, not paying attention to anything. I decided to fix that, and tackled him to the ground. I was only strong enough to make him lose his footing, not do any actual damage, and I knew that. However, though I’m sure it didn’t look too compromising, I know for certain it didn’t look especially innocent…But it got him out of his dejected self-pitying, and instead he was looking at me. I dunno if that was awe, or shame, or pity, but I wasn’t having any of it. I just hugged Harry to me like the world would end if I let go, and he did the same for me. I suppose neither of us knew quite what would happen next. But in that moment, I was content.

Notes

I dunno how many chapters I'll post today... Hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!
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~Stormy