If You Let Me In [H.S]

Chapter 14

Alex and Sierra- Little do you know 

-Harry-

"Thank you for coming to my house tonight. I just wasn't up to leaving my home today" Mr Billings said.

"No problem at all" I smiled, giving Peter a gentle hug "Thanks for having us"

"I put the rest of the meatloaf in the fridge." Skyler told Peter as she walked over to me

"Oh I don't need that" he shook his head

"Please keep it" Skye smiled "Harry and I aren't ones for leftovers. They usually get tossed out"

I smiled, thinking about how much we sounded like a married couple. 

"Well alright" he chuckled "It will be gone by morning"

"It was good seeing you Peter" Skyler squeezed him in a hug

"You too. Always" he nodded

"Well we better get going" I said, opening the door.

Peter came up to me and gave me another hug, patting my back softly

"Thank you, Harry. You're a great young man"

"You're welcome peter" I chuckled lightly as he pulled away from the hug

"Bye pete" I waved, escorting Skyler outside.

"Gosh I'm tired" she yawned, folding her arms over her chest as a cool breeze brushed against us

"Long day at the office?"

"Not really. I've just not been sleeping well" she looked down at the ground

"Oh" I furrowed my brow "Is it the temperature? you can make it warmer or cooler-"

"No, no. The temperature is fine" 

We clattered up my porch steps, waiting outside the door as I pulled the keys from my pocket

"Then what is it?" we step inside "If there's anything I can do just tell me"

"It's nothing" she shook her head "It's just at night I remember...nevermind. I think I'm going to head to bed though. Night, Harry"

Just tell me, you can tell me anything.

I watched as she walked to her room

"Goodnight, Skye"

-Skyler-

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you to stop getting rid of my my drinks before i'm finished?" Jason's face leered close to mine. "You just don't know how to keep to yourself, huh" he took a step back and grabed a plate off the table "You just have to have everything in your control!" he raised his voice, letting the plate fly

"Jason I'm sorry, I won't do it again. You've just already had so much to drink-"

"I've barely had any!" he slured

He walked close to me once again, his steps filled with rage. 

Jason reached for a gun placed plainly on the counter, pointing it in my direction

"Jason STOP!" I jerked upright in my bed.

My hands gripped the sheets tightly as I let out deep, heavy breaths. My eyes were begining to fill with water