Come Here and Save Me.

Part 13

Harry:

When I returned home from Chloe’s apartment I was genuinely flabbergasted; and I completely hoped that my best friend - Louis, who I also my flat mate - would discuss everything that had happened. Unfortunately enough he decided that he would simply used me to find out where they lived and ran off.

This in turn left me to sit in the middle of the large couch pondering everything.

Was I possibly too offensive to Chloe?

Had I been wrong in my assumptions of her?

Did what I say actually hurt her, or was that simply an act?

What was her story - what made her start to drink?

Is there anything I could do, anything I could say, that would make things between the two of us better?

Yes. There had to be. There was always a way to fix things.

I was staring out the window which was wide open, deep in thought. And somehow I didn’t manage to notice that it had begun to piss outside. “That’s it.” I muttered to myself standing from the couch. I made a dash to the door throwing my coat on as I locked the door.
Stepping off the small front stoop I felt fat rain droplets hitting my face, head, and shoulders.

“Mother of God.” I growled and yanked the hood of my jacket up, protecting my head and face a bit from the rain. I checked the time on my watch, and began running down the street to Chloe’s flat. I could feel my face burning from the wind pelting the rain in my face as I ran, but I ignored it and continued running.

My legs were beginning to ache when as I ran the last few steps and found myself standing directly in front of Chloe’s door. There was no turning back now. Reaching out to ring the door bell my mind was screaming for me to stop, turn back now.

But I couldn’t.

“Harry?”

“Hi…” My voice was hoarse, my body shivering from the freezing cold wind and rain.

“My God Harry, you’re shaking like a leaf. Get inside.” Chloe grabbed her fingers around my arm and yanking me into the warmth of the apartment, shutting the door behind us.

“What are you doing here Harold?” She was tugging my coat off, probably in hopes to stop me from shivering.

“I came to see you Chloe. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d said to you, and how you reacted. I’ve still got so many questions left unanswered, so many things still left unsaid.”

“Harry,” Chloe was training her voice to sound less upset than it actually was.

“Chloe.”

She and I locked eyes and held each others gaze for a few beats before she broke, sighing. “Fine. We’ll talk… Follow me.”

She lead me to her bedroom and handed me a blanket. “Here, you can wrap yourself in this. I’ll put your clothes in the drier.” She walked out of the room and I stripped to my boxers, placing my clothes in a wet pile, wrapping up in the blanket.
It smelt of roses, and cupcakes, and Chloe.

“Are you covered?” Chloe questioned through the door.

“Yes.”

Chloe walked back into the room and scooped my clothing up before leaving again. I sat down on Chloe’s bed fingering my wet hair as I waited for her to return.

“Your clothes will be dry in an fourth-five minutes or so…” Chloe sat down on her bed beside me and crossed her legs underneath her.

Thanks…”

“No problem.” She pushed her thick blonde hair behind her ear and looked up at me with swollen red eyes. It was apparent that shed been crying for an extended period of time.

“What d’you want to know Harry? Or ask me? Or talk about?”

“What’s your story Chloe..? Why do you drink? Why don’t you live with your mum and dad? Why aren’t you in UNI? This can’t be the life you want..”

“Dear God,” she whispered her wales accent thick. “I’ll start at the beginning I suppose…”

She lowered her eyes and took a few deep breaths before she began, the thunder loud outside.