Disarray |h.s|

Chapter Two

I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe
I watched it begin again

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It was just about to turn midnight, and Harry and I were sitting quietly in this small twenty four hour coffee shop.  Aside from two employees, we were the only people in here. We sat at a little table for two towards the back of the shop, and I sat facing the back and Harry sat across from me facing the entrance. To my right was a large window, and I could see the bridge from here.

I stared at that bridge, fidgeting with the Pandora bracelet that was back on my wrist. I almost had a panic attack when we walked into this cafe and sat down, Harry shrugging the flannel off his shoulders. When I realized I didn't have a jacket to shrug off my shoulders is when I also realized I didn't have my bracelet anymore either. What I also failed to realize was that Harry had been carrying my jacket all along over his forearm. He reached across the table to hand it to me. I'm not sure how I didn't notice he had it, didn't notice he picked it up to begin with. I guess that just goes to show how drastic the current daze I'm in is.

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out my bracelet, holding it out in the palm of his hand for me to take.

I grabbed it and quickly re clasped it to my wrist, not saying another word. I wanted to thank him, but I couldn't bring myself to mention it, not wanting to get into why I needed that bracelet, also not wanting to think about him grabbing it for me when he saw I forgot.

Harry and I sat in silence, but oddly enough it wasn't an awkward silence. It was more like we were both lost in our thoughts, like we were both thinking of what would have happened if he had walked across that bridge just ten seconds later. Well, that's what I was thinking about at least. However, I could feel his intense gaze burning holes in the side of my head so I had a feeling that that was what he was thinking about as well.

I stay looking out the window, but I finally break the silence by asking, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm not staring at you like anything specifically, but like I said, I recognize you from school, I'm just trying to picture you there and remember how I know you is all."

Before I could respond, one of the waiters came over to our table to take our order. I wasn't planning on getting anything considering I had no money on me to pay for it, and I surely didn't expect Harry to pay for me. He ordered a black coffee and then turned his attention back to me, expecting me to order as well.

"Oh, I'm not getting anything, thank you," I gave a tight lipped smile to the waiter. He began to step away from our table but Harry's voice prevented him from getting too far.

"Actually, I'll have two black coffee's, please. And can I get them to go?"

"Sure thing," the waiter said, jotting the second coffee order down. "I'll be right back with them."

Harry thanks the waiter and I look at him and squint my eyes and raise one eyebrow. "Two coffee's?"

He pulls his lips into a smile and shrugs his shoulders before explaining, "Sure. I'll have mine, and if you change your mind about wanting one, the other's for you. If not, I have no problem drinking two, or I'll just toss it. No big deal."

I stay silent, studying his face. I want to know what's going through his head right now. I mean, I'm sure he's only doing this, being nice to me, because he saw what was about to happen, and now he feels responsible for what happens to me. He'll probably think it'd be his fault if I jumped if he didn't at least try to stop me. He's doing this for him, not for me. I think he couldn't care less about me and who I am. So, all of my defenses are up.