Pure

eighty two

"Yes, thank you!" is the first thing I hear when I wake up.

"Hmm?"

"Ah, Lucy, you're awake! I just ordered room service. Got you some pancakes." Harry smiles at me. He's wearing nothing but his shorts.

I nod, "Thanks."

"Of course."

Harry plops onto the bed, handing me my plate with the pancakes.

"What did you get?"

"I uh...A bottle of water. I'm not hungry." he says.

"You should eat, though." I say, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

He shakes his head as I take a bite, "I'm good."

I put some pancake on my fork and hold it in front of Harry, "Please, have some, you need to eat. They're really good."

"Fine." he says, taking the fork in his mouth.

"And?" I ask while he's chewing.

He nods repeatedly, "Really good."

I smile brightly at him, taking another bite, "I told you they were."

Time passes by as we eat in silence.

"What did you do to the ring?" Harry asks me.

"Hm?"

"The promise ring. Did you...throw it away?"

"No, I uh, I kept it."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I threw everything else away, because I couldn't bear keeping it, it hurt. But the ring, I couldn't bring myself to sell it or throw it away. It was a memory for me, like a souvenir, it meant something to me. Besides, why would anyone else want to wear a ring that says 'My precious Princess. I love you. H'"

Harry nods understandingly and chuckles, "Yeah."

I know Harry was secretly hoping that one day I would wear that ring again, and maybe I was secretly hoping that, too. But none of us said anything about it. Though, I think we both knew what one another was thinking about it.

"When do you have to go home?"

"Soon, probably. It's almost 11 am, so, I think my parents expect me soon."

He nods sadly, "Yeah."

I stare at him for awhile, taking in every feature of his face. His pefect jawline, his high cheekbones, his piercing green eyes and his plump lips. The way his short hair tries to be curly, fails at it, but still looks really good. His dimples when he smiles at me for catching my eye.

"Do I have something on my face?" he grins.

No, just a beautiful smile with those cute crinkles by your eyes.

"No, it's just that I'm still getting used to your hair."

"You don't have to."

"What do you mean?"

"I just thought you'd never want to see me after this again."

"Don't assume things like that, Harry."

"Sorry, I'm just afraid of being left alone again."

I nod, letting my head fall down, staring at my lap. I feel guilty, because that's kind of what I've done to him. I left him alone once.

"Hey." Harry says, "I don't blame you. It's what you had to do. I wasn't healthy."

"Though, I can't help but feel guilty."

"That's okay. Just know that you don't have to. You made me better."

"I didn't though."

"You helped me." he smiles at me, "If you didn't leave me, I probably never would've considered going to rehab and going to see a therapist."

"I mean, I guess so."

"You should be proud of yourself. I owe you big time." Harry grins at me.

I blush, "Okay."

"We can have dinner tonight, if you want? I'll pick you up."

"You don't even have a car." I snort.

"Yes, I do?"

"Where is it then?"

"At the rehab centre."

"Wait...what?" I'm so confused.

"What?"

"Let me get this straight."

"Okay." he chuckles.

"You called me after you got out, but you could've left by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes, I just wanted a reason to see you."

"Clever."

"However... I need you to give me a ride to my car." he bites his lip.

"You already owe me."

"Please?" he pouts, "I owe you more then."

I roll my eyes, "Fine." I sigh.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you soooooo much!" he tackles me in a big hug, letting us fall back onto the bed.

"Yeah yeah, no big deal." I pat his back.

He wraps his legs around my waist and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.

"Okay, Harry, you're not a monkey, you can let me go now."

"But I want to be a monkey. I can be your cute little monkey." he says with a tiny voice.

"You'll never be a monkey, Harry, and you're definitely not little."

"Aw, way to crush my dreams." he pouts and lets me go.

I chuckle, "I'm just letting you face the truth."

"I can still be yours, though." he says.

"I mean..-"

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm kidding."

He stands up from the bed and disappears in the bathroom.

"I'll just go and get ready."

* * * * * *

it's shit mate.

Next update: Saturday, February 4th