Insecure

If you get lost in the light it's okay, I can see in the dark

Since We're Alone - Niall Horan

Harry stands up and runs his hand through his hair as he paces his office, "When?" He asks, I look down and play with my fingers.

"Last Wednesday, I've been taking self defense classes from him. After everything that happened with Nathan then you leaving, I just wasn't in the best state of mind. It also didn't help that I was thinking with my tits and not my head." I add with a sigh, Harry fights back a laugh and I know it will be alright in the end. "He neglected to tell me about his extremely pregnant wife though."

"Are you serious?" Harry asks in disbelief, I nod and he shakes his head. "You really do know how to pick them babe." He teases, he pauses and takes a deep breath before asking another question. "Do you regret it?" 

"Do I sound like a whore if I said no?" I ask, huffing in frustration. "I mean it's not like I wasn't single, I'm not the one who cheated you know? All it was was a desperately needed release, it wasn't until after that I could really think with a clear head. Like I needed to get it out of my system or something, it meant nothing to me and I'm not looking for a repeat." I explain, Harry nods in understanding as I go on. "I got mad at him for what he did to his wife though, she was in labor for fucks sake. I told him not to contact me in any way or I would go to Johnson then switched out of his class and back into art, if it wasn't for what Nathan and Lottie did I would of never picked up a paintbrush again. If it weren't for Ian I wouldn't of gotten back into an art class with a teacher I adore." I add shrugging.

"Everything happens for a reason love." Harry says as he leans back against the desk in front of me again.

"You aren't mad?"

"Of course not, I understand why you acted the way you did and honestly I'm glad you were able to find the way on your own. Every mistake you made opened a door to better yourself, I could never be mad at that. Jealous, yes. Mad, no." He says with a soft smile and I let a sigh of relief escape my lungs. "How's Roxy?" He asks and I'm hit with a whole new wave of emotions remembering that he knows nothing about Michael being out, Harry notices this immediately and his face drops as fresh tears fall from my eyes. "What is it?" He asks as he kneels between my legs.

"Michael's back." I whisper weakly and Harry's eyes widen, "Niall and Liam helped me pack but when I went back for Roxy, my paintings and the photobook you had made me... She was gone and everything else destroyed, all I have left are my clothes and one painting." I whisper, Harry takes my hands into his and gazes into my eyes. "I've gone looking for her everyday since, I've called the shelter and pound as well as hung up flyers but no one has seen her. If they have they must of kept her."

"We'll find her baby, I promise." Harry assures me, my heart soars with his use of the petname. 

Before I could stop myself I threw myself into his arms and cried against his shoulder as he held me, "I miss you so much." I whisper weakly, Harry's large hand rubs my back as he places a kiss to my hair.

"I missed you too Sara, so fucking much." He whispers against my hair as he just held me, we jump apart as the bell rings and Harry lets out a chuckle. "Come back to mine? We can change and go look for Roxy, I may have an idea of where she could be." He suggests.

"I didn't bring any clothes with me-"

"You left some at my place, I didn't want to give them back because... Well honestly I had hope that we would find our way back to each other." Harry admits sheepishly and I smile at him.

"Sounds good Harry, the sooner Roxy is home the better I will feel." I reply, he nods at me and leads me out to the parking lot where he was parked next to me. 

"I'll see you at my place." He winks and I blush before hopping into my car, the drive to Harry and the guy's place was quick. Once I park out front I jump out and meet Harry in the garage, he wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk into the house.

Just as we enter the living room to walk back to his bedroom we hear clapping, Harry and I both look over to see Emily, Liam and Niall sitting around the coffee table smirking at us. "Finally!" Emily squeals and Harry winks at her, I toss them the bird before heading into his bedroom.

"You know they're like this cause they love us right?" He smirks and I shake my head laughing. "Your stuff is in the top right drawer." He says softly before heading into his closet, I'm shocked to find some of my leggings and workout clothes that I didn't even realize were missing. "You left these too." He adds bringing me my bright pink trainers.

"Thank you Harry." I smile softly, he nods and heads back to his closet. I can see him unbutton and pull off his shirt before sliding on a plain black Tshirt and a hoodie, I slip on some leggings over my tights before pulling my sweater off and folding it with my skirt. 

"Here." Harry says as he tosses me one of his college hoodies, I slip it on and take in his scent as I appreciate the warmth. Harry trades in his boots for some Vans while I slip my trainers on, a book catches my eye and I grab it before sitting cross legged on his bed. "I had one made for myself too." He says and I smile as I flip through it, my smile fades at I see that the book has been altered with.

"Harry." I whisper as I show him a page that had four photos of us together, my face was either crossed out or covered with a photo of Lottie. Harry's eyes turn angry as he takes the book from me and flips the page, he shakes his head bitterly as he bites his lip.

"I fucking swear the moment that kid is out of her I'm taking it away and locking her ass up." He mumbles, "If it's mine anyways." He adds, I slip off the bed and wrap my arms around his torso but don't say anything. 

I just have a feeling that Lottie isn't done with us quite yet.