Needing the Pain Ch. 12
A/N: Hello! I am back from my friends house, (her house and yard is really cool :D) and finished pounding on my keyboard (3 piano! :D) so I decided that I would update with another chapter. Now, I'm going to probably go away from the other boys for a few chapters and focus on Fadia and Harry, since I have a feeling she's going to become important in the story, so, the focus is not on the others at the moment. Just know that they are searching for him. Anyway, enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Mcfly, but you know that.
The bell rang loudly as Harry walked into the small shop. He looked down nervously, as he scanned for the beverage section. "Harry, is that you?" He looked up, then down slightly, as he took in her appearance.
As always, she looked effortlessly stunning, though her wardrobe was fairly laid back. This time, she had pulled on a brown knee length broomstick skirt, same brown boots, and a white tanktop, a shortsleeved tan knit sweater overtop. She had her hair lightly pushed out of her face by a light blue bandana, tied under her hair at the nape of her neck.
Not able to help himself, he smiled, though it, as always, didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, Hi Faye. I just wanted to pick up something to drink. I hadn't even thought about it the last time." Actually, he did have some bottles of water in the fridge in his cottage, but he wanted an excuse to talk to her.
She gave him a bright smile, her dimples sending a pang of recognition once again at the thought of his friends. He hoped that would fade. He'd hate to think about Tom, which lead to thinking about all three of them, which lead to him running for his kitchen, evertime she smiled.
"That's fine. I'm glad you came. There's not many, um, younger people, here, I guess you could say? I mean, you've got mothers and children, but not many of them are around my age, and the ones that are don't talk to me, really." He raised an eyebrow. "Why?" She shrugged, as she toyed with a loose thread on her unbuttoned sweater. "I don't know. I guess they think I'm kind of weird. I mean, they want to stay here and farm for the rest of their lives, while I'd rather play my guitar and dream about doing something bigger with my life. I don't want to be stuck here forever. Which, is why, I'm confused as to why you'd leave your glorious rock star life for, well, this."
He tried desperately to swallow the lump in his throat, as tears threatened. He couldn't tell her. He wouldn't. She would tell someone where he was, and then the voices and the laughing would come back. He couldn't let that happen.
"I, um, I just, is that a new bracelet?" Wow, nice save. he thought to himself. She glanced at her beaded bracelet and shook her head. "Um, actually, I've had this for a while." She could tell he was hiding something, but knew better than to push. She didn't know him, this was only the second time they'd talked.
"So, if you could maybe point me in the direction of the drinks I'd be glad to get out of your hair." NOT! She looked a little disappointed, but lead him to the area that held everything.
Once he had picked up the jug of water, he turned, bumping it into the shelf in front of him. It shook slightly, and his eyes widened as a jar of blueberry jam decended to the floor, the air whistling quietly around it until the glass braced for impact.
Fadia sprinted to the aisle, her eyebrows raised in an amused mannor at the sight of Harry, blushing madly, lips pressed tightly together as he gazed at the shatter jar, blueberry jam forming a puddle on the floor.
"Um, I think a jar fell?" He tried, laughing quietly at how lame he sounded. Was a girl really all it took to make him like this?
She shook her head, her laughter sounding like a song, warm and melodic, wanting to let the world hear it, loud and clear. It made his heart flutter.
They were standing outside of the shop, the moon shining down on them. Their eyes locked, and it was like time had stopped. Like everything disappeared. They were leaning in, so close that their noses were touching. He flinched in realization, as he pulled back, eyes wide. No. He couldn't do this. He couldn't get involved with her. He'd only be dragging her down, eliminating all the joy she was filled with. He refused to let this happen.
"It's getting late. I-I'll see you sometime." He whispered, voice thick with regret and want, things he tried so desperately to push down. "Y-yeah, okay." She said, eyes shining with hurt and confusion. He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it, shaking his head as he walked off, eager to forget this horrible feeling that threatened to break down the walls he had built around him, unable to let himself get close to anyone ever again. Why should he, who caused the death of his sister, and the pain and worry of his friends, have a relationship? The answer was simple. He shouldn't, and he never would. He needed to die alone, needed to be alone. It was the least he could do to come remotely close to paying for his sister's unfair death.
She stared after him, tears stinging her eyes. Why did he pull away? Something told her it wasn't personal. She saw the look in his eyes. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him in that moment. Wanted to feel her lips on his. Wanted to hold her as much as she wanted to be held. He needed someone to help him with whatever he was going through, and she knew she would be just the person to do it.
A/N: So, I hope you like this chapter. I just felt like this story needed to go somewhere, break out of the usual fights and tears between the boys and mix a little romance into it. I felt it needed something else. And that something else turned into Fadia! :D Review!