ambivalent | hes

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It was late in the day. Harry and I stayed at his place, just doing nothing.

We were sitting on the couch when my phone rang. I groaned, getting up and grabbing my phone off of the table. I looked at the caller ID. It was my mom.

I answered.

"Hey mom."

"Lyla, we need to talk." The seriousness in her voice scared me.

"Ok, about what?" I asked, sitting up.

"I think you should come home."

I was starting to get nervous.

"Mom, whats wrong?"

"Please, just come home immediately. Do you want me to come and get you so you don't have to walk?" She suggested.

"Just tell me whats wrong mom."

She sighed on the other end and I could hear her car start.

"I'm coming to get you. We'll talk about this later."

"But mo-" The line cut off.

I sighed, putting my phone in my purse.

"My mom's coming to get me. Apparently something is wrong but she wouldn't tell me." I told Harry.

He tensed up, his green eyes meeting mine. He got up, walking into the kitchen and coming back with a folded up piece of paper in his hand. He handed it to me.

"Promise me you won't read it until you get home." He said in a shaky voice.

He looked sad, maybe even scared. Why was everyone acting so strange all of a sudden?

"I promise, but what is going on?" I asked just as a car horn could be heard from outside. My mom was here.

Harry pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek.

"I love you so much." He whispered.

He then pulled away, and I noticed his cheeks were wet. He was crying and the sight broke my heart. I wanted to stay and comfort him but something serious was going on.

"I love you too." I said softly, kissing the top of his head before heading to the door.

I looked back at Harry. He was staring out the window, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He wouldn't look at me, he just kept looking out the window. I would have to come back later to talk to him.

No matter how much I didn't want to leave him, I stepped outside. I hurried to my moms car and started questioning her as soon as I got in.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"I'll tell you once we get home." She told me, backing out of Harry's driveway.

"Why can't I know now?" I was fed up with this whole thing and I just wanted to know what was happening.

"Because, honey-"

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens behind us cut her off. I turned around in my seat to see them heading this way. My heart dropped in my chest when they pulled into Harry's driveway. My mother started driving away but I stopped her. I opened the door, running back to Harry's house. I didn't get far as one of the police officers stopped me.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled to basically all of the officers.

"Remain calm ma'm, we have everything under control." The one holding me by my arm said.

The cops knocked on Harry's door, and once he opened it, they immediately handcuffed him and began guiding him to a police car. I struggled to get free in the officer's grip, but soon freed myself of his restraint. I ran as fast as I could toward Harry. His head was hung down, his brown curls covering his face.

"Harry!" I shouted his name and his head flew up in search of me. The cop tried to grab me again but I flinched away from his grasp, running to Harry.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, stopping them from pushing him into the car.

"Harry what did you do?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry, Lyla. I'll never forgive myself." He told me before they finally pushed him into the car.

I stood there, unmoving, trying to put together what had just happened.