Somewhere, Someday

8

<A/N at end!!>

The bright sun was coming through the window, and I struggled to keep my eyes shut. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Quickly realizing where I was, got up from the couch and put the blankets back in order. I wanted to leave the living room how I found it. Harry walks in on me folding the sheets, and I hear him laugh. I turn around to see him only wearing a pair of black sweatpants hanging lowly from his hips. He still looks sleepy, and his hair's a mess. All of his tattoos were visible now, and I could make out all of the ones on his chest.

"Need any help?" Harry says knocking me out of my constant staring. His abs were just. Oh god, no Sarah don't think about him like this! You have so much more integrity. Instead of saying anything I just nod my head, and he walks over to me to help fold the large blanket. "You sleep okay?" Harry asks to disturb the silence.

"Yes, I did thank you for letting me stay here." Harry puts the folded blanket on the couch, and I soon realize that I am staring at Harry again. Quickly, I divert my eyes and cover my body. I was in sweats, and my hair was in a bun on my head. Here's the short explanation: I looked sleepy, while he looked great. His voice was even raspier in the morning, and it was a beautiful sound to wake up to. "What time is it?" The pants I'm wearing are too loose, and I'm hoping they will stay on.

"It's almost 10." It didn't feel that late, it felt as if it was early morning. "You want some coffee?" I'm so distracted by Harry's appearance right now that I don't even answer right away. After I snap back into reality, I just nod my head, yes and we head into the kitchen. The kitchen is beautiful; it has a counter and a table in it.

"You live in a nice apartment. If you don't mind me asking how can you afford it?" Harry walks around the counter and sits next to me on a stool. My eyes kept diverting down to his bare chest, and I had to force them to look away.

"My father pays for it; he's making up for the stupid mistakes he made when I was a child." Now I have more questions for Harry then I started with. I wanted to ask about his father and his childhood. It would apparently be stepping over the line; I knew he would get angry.

"Oh." Is all I respond with. Harry puts his mug in the sink, and I take a sip from mine. We sit in silence for awhile, and I decide to just think for a while. Think about what happens after this, after I get my car back. I'll be on my own again, and let me be clear I hated driving all those lonely nights.

The faint noise of my phone ringing comes from the other room. I silently excuse myself from the kitchen and walk over to my jacket that I left on the couch. I go through my jacket pocket and finally find my phone. Kristina's name instantly comes on the screen, and I answer as quickly as possible.

"Kristina? Is everything okay?" I could hear yelling on the other line. My first instinct was that Kristina was getting hurt, or she was yelling at someone.

"No, Sarah David is coming to get you! He knows where you left your car and he's on his way there." I knew I shouldn't have taken David's car, but it was my only resort. "Are you with the car?"

"No, Kristina I'm sleeping in a motel and left the car in the lot." Why am I still lying to her? She was my best friend; I thought I could entrust her with any secrets. She wouldn't tell anybody where I was; I was just nervous she would get mad. It's not like I wanted to run away to party with Harry, it just happened. Speaking of Harry, he must've heard me shouting into the phone and was now in the living room asking me if I was okay. I merely just nod and finish my conversation with Kristina.

"Well go get the car now and rip out the GPS, that's where he put the tracking in." How could I have been so stupid? I've always driven his car places, and he's always interrogated me after I came back. I was always dubious about how he knew where I was. "Sarah I have to go, be safe, and make sure he doesn't lay a fucking hand on you!" Memories of the times he's hit me come into my mind, and I try to push them far away.