Prompt Fill 16: The Accident
Prompt Fill 16: The Accident
For the Kink Kink Bang Bang Meme Prompt:
Harry gets rear ended, and, freaking out, calls Perry. He cries so hard that Perry can't understand what happened and races over to find him. Harry's okay, but is freaked out and Perry has to drive him home. Later, Perry questions why Harry didn't call girlfriend Harmony and Harry says that he just didn't think of her.
Leads to comforting snuggles and a possible relationship?
There were a lot of things that Perry liked about Harry. They'd lived in the same house for a year now. Harry had worked for Perry for a year now. Perry had felt happier than he had in a long time...for a year now...
Harry was thrilled to get his driver's license. Of course, he hadn't been thrilled when Perry had enrolled in him in driving school. He hadn't been thrilled sitting in a three hour class two days a week with teenagers, but it had paid off when he got his license in the mail. He shredded his I.D. and tossed it in the garbage, replacing the spot in his tattered wallet with the new one-the one that said he was eligible to drive.
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"Perry, I don't want you to buy me a car," Harry said as they stood side by side in the kitchen, cooking dinner. "I mean, what'll Harmony think?"
"Harmony will probably be relieved that she doesn't have to drive herself on every date," Perry said. "Chop these." He handed Harry two tomatoes. "And it would be a wise investment on my part. You need a car. Pretty soon you'll have to go on stakeouts by yourself."
Harry stopped chopping. "Really?" He started again, slowly, clumsily. Perry eyed the poorly-diced pieces, but said nothing.
"Yes, really," he replied.
"I still would rather just continue to save money and buy my own," Harry said as he stopped slicing. He drummed his fingers against the countertop. "I mean, come on, Perry..." he looked away, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You've given me enough."
Perry fought the urge to let his eyes roll back in his head. "Okay," he finally said. "How about this? How about I buy you a used, piece of shit car, and I take a portion out of every paycheck."
"So...technically..." Harry pondered this. "I'll be paying for the car."
"Yah." Perry nodded.
"That doesn't sound too bad," Harry muttered, still staring up at the ceiling. "I mean, my credit history is shit."
"Yah." Perry repeated, nodding again. He checked the skillet on the stove. "So, how about it, Chief?"
"Okay," Harry said. "And I guess Harmony would like it I drove us around once in a while."
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Perry was nervous about the idea of Harry driving, but he actually turned out to be a pretty decent driver. He was cautious when he had to be, but could also floor it when the occassion arose. Perry didn't even have to grip the door handle sitting in the passenger seat.
The only down side was that Harmony rarely came around. She continued to make up excuses about why she couldn't go out, and at first Perry wondered if it was because she was nervous of Harry's driving skills. He assured her that he himself had been in the car with Harry behind the wheel, and had not lost a limb yet. Harmony had just laughed the idea away, but her laugh was nervous and hollow. Perry wasn't so sure her sudden absence had anything do with Harry's new license.
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"This?" Harry asked, making a face at the car. "This is the 'piece of shit' you were talking about?"
Perry frowned, removing his sunglasses. "What's wrong with it?"
Harry laughed a little, and then frowned again. "What's wron...Perry, this is a nice car. This is not a piece of shit!"
Perry glanced at it. "What are you talking about? It's nearly two years old."
"Hey, where I'm from, that's fucking brand new," Harry said.
"Yah?" Perry scuffed the back of his head. "Well, this isn't Indiana, is it? This is LA." He gestured towards the car. "And in LA, this is a piece of shit automobile." He patted his shoulder and tossed him the keys. "Have fun, Chief."
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"Oh..." Harry muttered, pacing the living room floor as he talked on the phone. He ran his free hand through his hair. "So can't get out of work tonight, huh?" He filled his cheeks with air and released it silently. "No, Babe...I understand."
Perry stopped typing on his laptop. He didn't look up, but listened carefully. Harry muttered another 'it's okay' and hung up. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and followed suit, covering his eyes and massaging them with his fingertips.
"Harmony working late?" He asked, trying to sound casual.
Harry removed his hands. "What? Oh, yah. Her new job..." he waved his hand in a semi-circle fashion.
"Ah." Perry went back to typing. "Sorry about that."
"Nah." Harry stood up. "It happens, you know?" He stretched. "Well, I'm starving. I'm gonna swing by the sandwich place or something. You want anything?"
Perry nodded. He wasn't all that hungry, but he knew it would make Harry feel better if he thought he was busy. "BLT."
"Kay." Harry grabbed his keys from the little hook by the front door. "Be right back."
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The sandwich shop was a popular neighborhood gem, and usually crowded on Friday nights, but even for a crowded restaurant, Harry was taking a long time. Perry glanced at the clock and sighed slightly. He picked up his cell phone, preparing to dial Harry on speed dial, when the phone began to sing and vibrate. He glanced at the screen.
Harry.
"Hey," he said, answering it. "Where the hell are you?"
He heard noises, a lot of voices, he thought, and asked, "Hello? Hello?"
"Perry?" Harry. The same way he'd sounded when he'd called him from the kidnapper's house. It was over a year ago, but Perry would never forget how that sounded.
"Harry-" he stood up. "Harry? Are you okay? Where are you?" He was already moving towards the key hook.
He heard Harry start to talk, and then his voice clotted. Perry waited patiently. Harry finally said, "I, uh, some...fuck up...he smashed into my car-the side of it, I mean...officer said he was drunk or something..."
"Are you okay?" Perry was glad he could keep his voice calm.
"Yah," Harry replied, swallowing again. "They have an ambulance here, but I don't wanna go-"
"Harry!" So much for calm. "What the hell happened? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," he replied, sounding anything but. He muttered something.
"What'd you say?"
"I said my leg's just bleeding, that's all."
"Your leg's bleeding?"
"And my hand."
"And your hand?"
"And my forehead-"
"Get your fucking ass in that ambulance," Perry interuppted him.
"No." Harry's voice cracked. "Perry, I'm...I-I'm shaking. I'm fucking shaking...I..." he stopped talking.
"Where are you?" Perry's voice softened a bit. "Tell me where you are and I'll come get you."
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The car was totaled. It was a wonder Harry was still on two feet. Perry moved between the cones, traffic signs and officers. He found Harry and stopped, nearly going weak in the knees. Harry stood by the ambulance, trembling. Perry didn't think it was even humanly possible for somebody to shake that much. Without saying anything, he approached him, placing his hands firmly on Harry's vibrating shoulders, turning him around to face him.
There was a nice gash on his forehead. Several smaller abrasions surrounded it. The skin under his right eye was dark and bruised. Perry lowered his gaze, finally resting on the dark red stain going down the right leg of Harry's pants. Without thinking about it, he pulled Harry against him, kissing the top of his head. He then pulled him away, far enough to get into a better position to kiss his face, and finally his lips.
"Why didn't you call Harmony?" He muttered.
"I didn't think about it," Harry mumbled. He leaned against Perry, and then stood on his tip toes, his shaking arms weakly wrapping themselves around Perry's neck. He kissed him back.
The End...