Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 41

When I had walked in the front door, Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, his hair still messy, but he had thrown a white t shirt on. I had to look at him in a different point of view now. But he's suppose to think I was with Diana. He looked up at me from across the room and faintly smiled. His eyes still tired. He must have not have stayed asleep very long after I left. I walked over to him and stopped behind him to hug him from behind. My arms folding over his chest. "Were you ever able to fully go back to sleep last night?" I ask him and he reaches up and touches my arm when I kiss his cheek. "No." he answers lowly. "Caroline, your boyfriend is nuts." Ed says coming down the stairs. He seemed kind of ticked. 

"Oh, yeah. I freaked out when I woke up." Harry mumbles up 

to me and Ed huffs as he strides across the kitchen and up to the fridge. "Freaked out? You about broke my nose, you ass." he says and I look down at him. "What did you do?" I chuckle at him. "Ed woke me up from another bad dream and I didn't quite realize Ed wasn't the dream when he had woken me up." he speaks quietly. "Did you hit him?" I ask and he shakes his head. "No." he mutters and Ed looks over his shoulder. "He sure tried." he adds. Harry wasn't really adding into any of this, which means he wasn't happy. "I said I'm sorry. I didn't make contact with your face, the dresser did." he says and Ed pauses and starts laughing for a short minute. "Your still an ass." he says and even though Ed was laughing, Harry was not. He just kind of stared at his coffee. 

"Is there something you want to talk about? You're awful quiet." I say to him and he stands up out of my embrace and tugs me back upstairs. He closes the door behind him once we reached the room and he leans his back against it. "Will you be honest with me?" he asks innocently. I didn't like where this was going. "What about?" I ask him, dodging the question and he bites his lip. "Where did you actually go?" he asks and I look at him. "I went and got a coffee with Diana." I lie and he sighs. "Be honest with me, who were you with?" he asks and I give him a funny look. "Diana." I say and he raises an eyebrow. "Then why wasn't my phone exed out of Audre's contact information this morning?" he asks and I felt my stomach drop. Shit.

I sigh and let my shoulders. "Okay yes, I was with Audre. Why?" I ask him and he runs a hand down his face. "Why did you want to see her?" he asks and walks over to the window. "We just had some coffee and talked." I say which was the honest truth. "What did you talk about?" he asks and I swallow. "You." 

"Why me?" he asks quietly, I couldn't trace any anger in his tone. More worry. I stand up and sigh. "Okay, fine. I asked her about your childhood. Cause the more I learn about you, the more you try to cover it all up. I needed to know, Harry. You know mine. I knew you had more behind you the way you reacted the other night. And no, it doesn't push me away from you. It won't ever change the way I think of you. So if you want to start another damn argument, go for it. I'm all ears." I say bracing myself but he just stood leaning on the window frame with his arms crossed. Everything about him seemed relaxed. I waited and waited but nothing."Harry?" I ask and walk up to him. He just stared out the window and I replayed the words in my head about his depression. 

"What all did she tell you?" he asks quietly and I swallow, still trying to figure out which direction he would take this. 

"She told me about Isaac, and how he treated you. She told me about you getting kicked out all the time and how you discovered how talented you were. She said you were always into her music and always clung to her. She told me about you pledging to get back at Isaac for what he had done to you. She told me about you going into a big depression and everything, Harry. Don't be mad at me, please. I just had to know." I say starting to cry. Not because he knew, but because I still couldn't picture the man in front of me being rushed to the hospital as a 6 year old because he was brutally beaten by an alcoholic. I had tried to picture what a well raised Harry could be like and maybe perhaps that is the side he is trying to show right now. The quiet, full of life, Harry.