Troubled.

Hell On A Home Visit

(Eve's P.O.V)

  The force of my body colliding with Harry's was almost enough to knock him over. I inhaled his scent until I was fully convinced that the moment was real. My emotions betrayed me, my tears soaking his shirt.
 
  "Should we go now? So we can be alone?" Harry asked, holding me tighter when he finally realized I was crying. He pulled me away, keeping one arm aroound my shoulder to guide me to the car.

The drive was 45 minutes long and very familiar, I knew exactly where we were going. The apartment building looked the same, and had the same cars parked outside as the last time I was here. Walking into the apartment was almost the same, but the energy was different.

"You're parents dropped off some stuff, like clothes and stuff like that." Harry's voice rang out. Something was off and I could tell immmediatley when I walked in the door.

I sat on the couch, running my hands over the leather. My couch. Finally. My mind wandered back to Trinity and the girls that were there. If I were to leave and come back home, they would continue to suffer and there would be nobody there for them unless I decided to say something about the way we were treated. But who could I tell that would actually believe me? My parents wouldn't. They've been taught to think I'm manipulating them. They'll send me back permanently if I said anything. Maybe it would just be a better idea to not say anything, but my heart ached for me and the girls. My stomach growled, interrupting my thoughts. I looked around the apartment, trying to distract myself from the hunger, I was definitely getting good at it. Harry sat next to me on the couch, resting his large hand on my thigh..

"Is there anything specific you'd like to do today?" He asked, his voice steady and smooth, still my favorite sound in this world.

"Maybe, I'm still pretty tired though," I yawned, "where's that blanket I used all the time? The soft green one?" I asked Harry while standing up to go retrieve it.

"Probably on the chair in the bedroom, it's honestly kind of turned into the laundry chair since you left unfortunatley." He replied as he turned the tv on, making me stop before I walked into the bedroom.

"13 episodes of South Park watched? Harry you hate South Park. Why have you just suddenly start watching it now? Especially when I've been trying to get you to watch it with me for years?" I asked. Harry started nervously chewing his nails immediatley after my question.

"Lou and I have been spending a lot of time together and that's his show of choice when drunk." He was lying. Louis and I were friends and talked about how much him and Harry both hated South Park. Most of our conversations were us debating on who's right when it comes to that show. I hurried into the bedroom and grabbed the blanket, watching as a pink lace thong fell out of it, landing at my feet. I stared at it for what felt like an hour before walking out to the living room, I sat next to Hary and covered myself up.

"What's up, love?" Harry asked, probably noticing that I didn't lean into him when I sat down. Instead of answering him, I just shook my head, knowing that if I said anything about what I just saw, I'd cry again. And I literally just stopped.

  "I was thinking about maybe seeing if Lou wanted to come over later so we can maybe drink a few and catch up. Only if you're okay with it though obviously." I looked over and noticed his eyes were very green today. My favorite shade of green whether I was mad at him or not.

"That sounds good to me." I replied. My therapist told me not to be around anyone besides immediate family members because 'crowds can be overwhelming after developing a routine revolving around isolation,' but I have always been around a lot of people so I was eager to get back to that. Harry put his arm around my shoulders, making me cringe. He planted a small kiss on my temple, his lips lingering there for a minute.