Come Here and Save Me.

Part 14

Chloe:

My heart began to pick up speed as I sat down atop the bed beside Harry. I had no idea how to open up anymore, with Samantha it had been easy enough, she’d been a lot more understanding than Harry. Unlike him, she hadn’t lashed out when she saw me drink. Samantha, on the other hand had pieced the jigsaw together and worked out why my problems were so fucked up. It was easier for her, especially when I’d met her so close to the chain of events that had tore me apart.
I felt the weight of his hand clasp upon my shoulder, easing my frequent shaking.

‘Take all the time you need, there’s no rush.’ Harry stated, hit breath hot and ticklish against my neck.
I flinched uncontrollably, gaining my words together within my head.

‘So,’ I paused, collecting my thoughts. ‘We’re starting at the beginning. What do you want to know?’ I asked, air hitching in my throat.

‘In a nutshell, why you’re like you are. That’s if you’re willing to open up to a complete stranger…’ Harry’s voice trailed to an abrupt end.

‘It was back in June last year, that’s when I lost myself, started taking in,’ I blinked back tears. ‘Well, you know.’

‘Drink and drugs?’ His shoulders tensed visibly beneath the cotton blanket.

I shook my head. ‘Not drugs. I’m not stupid, Well, maybe weed now and again but never more than one puff or inhale. Nothing heavy. I have friends who smoke and tend to dope themselves up but that doesn’t phase me. I only use alcohol…escapism.’ I had no idea if I was making enough sense for him to understand.

‘And your parents, how do they feel about you and this…addiction?’ 
I shook my head again. ‘Mu-Mum doesn’t know.’ I stammered, a tear finally tumbling out of my eye.
‘And you can’t tell her.’

‘Why would I- Are you and your mother close?’ He questioned.


’Too close, ever since-’ I stopped, dropping my shoulders.

‘There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.’ Harry tightened a reassuring grip on my shoulder.

‘I could’ve went to university, I passed my A levels, completed my college courses. Apparently, I was going places. I was all set up, I met Samantha in February of last year and we were going places together. We clicked instantly and made a pact to stick together. And then in June, I lost one of the most important people in my life.’

‘Lost? You mean?’ Harry sat silent, absorbing the news. ‘…Who?’ He added, placing a hand upon my thigh.

‘I lost my dad, to alcohol. For the first seventeen years of my life I convinced myself that I’d never drink or treat my children the way he did. He was manipulative and he was never in to spend time with anyone, but he was my dad and I loved him no matter what. I never saw a flaw in him. And then alcohol gave me the opportunity and I seized it, hence why I’m always so fucked when you see me-‘

I blinked over at him, my tears uncontrollably streaming down my cheeks. ‘-I’m sorry.’ I finished, burying my face in my hands.

‘Don’t be.’ Harry assured, placing a finger beneath my chin and raising it to level his.

‘We all have problems and different ways to escape them, you just chose one of the difficult ones to get over.

‘Everyday, I hate myself for it. Everyday I drink more to ignore the fact that I hate myself and my addiction so much.’

‘But do you see that you need help?’ He asked with a slight sigh.

‘I have a problem which needs to be sorted, I’ll admit that. But it’s honestly not that easy, Harry-’

He leaned in closer, his expression drawn and his eyes water glazed under the candle light which always lit my room late at night.

Unexpectedly, his plump pink lips crashed against my own and the pain I currently held immediately vanished.

How was he capable of this?

Harry didn’t ‘love’ me, so why was he kissing me?

Did he suddenly feel obligated too?
As much as I wanted to push him away and hate the feeling of his subtle lips motion against my own, I couldn’t. My feelings towards him were uncontrollable and somehow just as fucked up as my habit.

I wanted to hate every inch of him for being so judgemental and due to his intriguing ways there was the seconds where I wanted to kiss him hard and then hate him even more because he’d been able to make the first move and then hate myself even more for opening up to him.

My hands traveled to his curls as he lifted me onto his lap, effortlessly roaming his hands over my hips.
‘We’ll get you through this.’ He mumbled into the kiss, allowing his body to fall back into the bed and taking me down with him.