Hideaway [h.s]

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Amelia Adams

I run the dirty dishes under the warm water, cleaning them with the sponge and getting lost in my own thoughts. It's always been easy to wash dishes that were just from Harry and I. I used to hate doing dishes when I was younger. My mom used every dish in the pantry when it came to cooking her big meals, and then their were four of us to eat so I'd have to clean so many dishes. I dreaded it so much. But their is never more then five dishes in the sink between us.

I've been thinking lately.. I need to see my parents. I need to at least let them know I'm okay. I've been keeping so much anger pent up inside of me towards them, but I've realized that it's not fair for them if I don't even call and tell them I'm okay. They are my parents, and no matter how much I've felt like they haven't cared much about me in the past- I know they love me. I don't know how hard they have tried to look for me in the past few months, but their my parents- and I love them.

Harry telling me about how harsh his past was and how his father is out to kill him really put things in perspective for me. I may have had a bit of a rocky past with my parents, but at the end of the day we still loved each other. They protected me all my life and gave me a good warm home. I had a good childhood- unlike him. I want to contact them somehow but I don't even know where to start.

How would I ever explain to them that the man who took me is now my boyfriend? And also the same kid that burned down my moms library over ten years ago? I can't just call- they are going to wanna see me. I can't just show up at the house with Harry- that would be too overwhelming. They both will have so many questions that I can't answer. Then how do I tell them that I'm leaving again? It's been many months that I've been gone and once I see them- they will expect me to stay and will do anything so won't leave again. My father will most likely get violent towards Harry, especially when I say I'm leaving again with him.

I look out out the small window while washing the dishes, seeing Harry in the backyard, shirtless and cutting up wood with and axe.

He takes a full piece of wood from the pile, then places it upright on the tree stump. His right hand that holds the axe comes up in the air, then flies down to harshly chop the wood in half- making his bicep flex. He makes it look so easy- so effortless.

He takes the chopped wood and tosses it in the other pile with all the previous chopped wood.

It's chilly outside so I don't know how he isn't wearing a shirt, but I mean I'm not complaining- he looks amazing.

I dry my hands from the dishes, watching him chop up wood. I can see that his scratched up cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold. His long toned body was covered in tattoos and bruises as his muscled popped when slamming the iron axe into the wood. He was such a good looking man.

I walk towards the back door and open it up to feel the cold breeze hit my face. I walk onto the back deck in my socks, stopping in the middle a few steps away from the back door. I put my hands in his sweater pockets that I'm wearing for warmth.

"You're going to freeze out here like that." I say loud enough for him to hear down the yard.

He looks up towards me, meeting eyes and smiling.

"I'll be fine." He says while placing another piece of wood on the stump and shortly coming to chop it.

I chuckle and shake my head, watching him from the wood deck. He turns around to grab more un chopped wood, making me see the dark red scratch marks that were between his shoulders blades. They were red and pink across his perfect skin. I can't help but widen my eyes a bit, knowing I'm the one that broke his skin like that. It still surprises me but he has told me a few times that he likes them.

My vision narrow down to the grass a couple meters in front of me, something catching my eye. I look down to see something moving in the grown out green grass, making me arch my brow and want to further investigate out of curiosity.

I step to the very end of the deck to get a better look but it's still a little too far for me to see- all I know is that something's moving. It's a bit closer to Harry then me so maybe he could see it. I wanna go at look myself but I don't have shoes on.

"Harry what is that? Something's shuffling around right there." I call out while pointing at the area on the grass that's distracting me.

He looks to were I'm pointing, starting to walk over while still holding the axe in his right hand down by his side. He gets right up to the object, looking down at it a few steps in front of him.

"It's a bird." He says.

"Why is it in the grass?" I ask.

"Looks like it's wing is a bit fucked up." He says while looking at it in the tall grass.

Suddenly he brings the axe up in the air, getting ready to nail the sharp steel right down to the bird.

"Harry!" I shout while running onto the grass, not caring that I'm just in my socks anymore.

He looks at me and freezes, "What? I'm putting it out if it's misery." He states like he believes he's doing the right thing.

"No! Don't kill it." I say while reaching the bird and falling to my knees in front of it. He lowers the axe and still stands tall looking down at the bird.

I look down at the blue bird struggling in the grass. It's wing looks a bit crooked at the tip, prohibiting it from flying. I gently grab its sides, making it jitter a bit but eventually relaxing as I bring it to my chest and run my hand down it's back softly so it relaxes.

"She's hurt." I whisper.

"How do you know it's a she?" He chuckles.

"I don't know, just a feeling." I shrug while sitting in the grass on my knees, holding this small blue bird.

"Well what do you expect to do now? I still think you should just let me kill it." He says, still standing tall next to me.

"No, she doesn't need to die. I can try to fix her first." I mumble while looking down at the bird in my sweater covered arms.

"How?"

"I don't know yet, but she doesn't deserve to die." I state while standing up to me feet. I look up at Harry who has a small smile on his lips- but looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Are you a doctor now?" He shakes his head in amusement.

"Well I can definitely try." I say in hope while turning around and walking back towards the house. I try to fix this bird, maybe she just needs to be bandaged up a bit so her wing can heal. Hopefully it's not broken and it just a sprain or something.

The bird is very pretty, she is blue and small- almost like a baby bird but still a bit bigger. She was probably really scared being alone in the grass like that. I would've been so mad at Harry if he chopped it with an axe. What's up with him and always killing his problems away?

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Comment and vote!!! Omg at Harry chopping up wood and shit makes me WEAK.