Resolution

41. Made To Love

"I was sent here for you. We were made to love." 

Song: Made To Love

Artist: John Legend

You need to tell him.

No you don’t, you can handle it.

You need to tell him everything before it gets too out of hand.

He’ll do something drastic and get hurt if you tell him.

Tell him.

Don’t tell him.

My brain was buzzing as I drove to his house, the internal battle over whether to tell him or not waging continually.  As much as I didn’t want to drag him into this, I was beginning to feel more and more that he needed to know about it. I didn’t want to tell him about Ben practically threatening him, or the fact that Miles apparently held a bitter jealousy towards Harry that had caused him to team up with Ben, but I didn’t want to keep secrets from him. 

I kept thinking there had to be more to Miles' sudden hatred of Harry, but I couldn't figure out what it was.  He had said he was sick of Harry acting like he owned the town, tired of him getting whatever he wanted, but was that enough to cause him to flip so suddenly?  Maybe there was a deeper level of jealousy than I realized; maybe he was jealous of Harry and all he had, which was the root of his actions.  

Our promise to not lie to each other kept floating through my brain, mocking me and pointing out the glaringly obvious lie-by-omission.  I pretty much was lying to Harry by not telling him what had happened, the exact opposite of what I’d promised not to do.  I didn’t want Harry to throw himself into it, though, and get hurt.  This was my ultimate motivation for not telling him; the idea of him doing something drastic and taking on these two potentially dangerous men scared the hell out of me. 

In a perfect world, I could tell him without him reacting rashly, but I knew somehow he wouldn’t take it well.  He had punched Miles after what he’d said to me with almost no hesitation, although the fact that they were mostly upset about him could change things.  Maybe he wouldn’t overreact since it was him they were threatening rather that me? 

My time to think was cut short without a firm decision, however, when I arrived at Harry’s house.  The mere sight of it caused a smile to spread across my face as the excitement I held to see him grew even more.  I parked my car in the driveway and turned it off before grabbing my little bag I’d brought and hopping out of the car.  It was quickly growing dark outside as I made my way up the walkway, knocking once before letting myself in. 

I was surprised when I heard music flooding through the house, his impressive stereo system drowning out any other potential sound.  

“Harry?” I called when I didn’t see him in the living room or kitchen.  I heard no response over the loud music so I kicked off my shoes and moved down the hallway.  His light was on in his bedroom and upon entering the doorway I saw him standing there, his back to me as he hunched over something in his room. 

The music drowned out my footsteps as I moved forward and pushed my hands up his back.  He jumped at the contact before spinning around abruptly, his eyes wild before he realized it was just me.  I grinned and pinched my lips together to hold back my laughter.

“You scared me,” he said, pushing his hand through his hair as he took a deep breath and smiled.

“Sorry,” I laughed.  “Shouldn’t have your music so loud, goof.”