Giving Up

Chapter 11: Am I wrong?

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*Harry's POV*

I knew that he was going to be there, I didn't want to see him but some part of me wanted to. No doubt he noticed that I lost weight but he didn't really want to mention it. His words were always so deep that I'd rather walk away  then let him convince me, I have to admit that he can do it, so I should mix my blood with alcohol to forget about the way I'm feeling now, it's my one and only solution.

I jumped in my car, drove to the closest store, stopped and bought what I needed even though the salesman reacted weirdly  when I asked for that much beer. I drove back home, I was trying to open the door as someone suggested: " Let me open it for you." 

"Thank you Mr Derek."

"You are welcome." He replied. "Look Harry I've been keeping an eye on you lately and I have noticed that your attitude has changed. We don't really like the person you have became."

"And by 'we' you're mentionning who as well?"

"The neighbors, I just wanted to tell you that everyone in this neighborhood are talking about you. I really wish you pay more attention to yourself and even if you need any help remember that I'm always here for you."

"I see. Thank you." I replied carelessly.

"Oh and by the way,  that blond guy who gave you a ride last time seemed to be a little bit suspicious." Added Mr Derek

"A blond guy?" Asked I as I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Don't you remember? The one you had a long talk with in front of your door which ended up with a fight."

"I think I was drunk." I muttered.

"You were. Where is your friend by the way? I can never see him around anymore. Is he okay?"

"You mean Troy? Oh he is focusing on his graduation year." I lied trying to look away.

"Wish him luck, I am sure he will succeed."

"He will. Excuse me Mr Derek, I have to go now, I need some sleep."

He looked at me, but the gaze of his eyes was filled by the reflection of the colours of my bag with which the drinks were contained, he knew it was full of alcohol. He could have take it but instead he said :" Good night Harry. I hope you will think about what I told you." He pleaded me with glistening eyes and walked away.

I think Mr Derek is right, ever since I lost Troy everything thing has changed, I think I went hard on him this is why there's an empty space and lot of bad decisions. aren't I righ?

But maybe this is a wake up call? 

By the way, a blond guy he said? I think I have an idea of what's been going on lately. The blond guy is Jason, so he gave me a ride a few days ago. This means that I wasn't able to drive and the only reason why I couldn't is because I was drunk. I see, now things are getting clearer.

Dammit! I can't remember what was the subject of our talk or anything I said to him. I really should be more careful from now on.

*Troy's POV*

He lost so much weight, is it those drugs that are doing this to him or isn't he eating well? I don't know what to do, the only thing I'm sure of is that I am not giving up on our friendship!

I think I have to meet Miley and talk to her, at least she understands me. I took my phone out of my pocket and sent a text to Miley "I will be home in half an hour. I will grab some food. Meet me there."

"Sure." She quickly replied.

-Half an hour later-

"Have you been waiting for me?" I asked as I walked towards my house.

"Yes, you're not late so it's okay. But I will punish you, unless you have bought pizza with you ." She giggled.

"Thank God I did." I laughed. "Let's get in."

"Do you want me to put them on the coffee table?"

"As you like, I will wash my hand and I'll be right back."

I walked to the bathroom, as I went back I was totally surprised by the way she sat the table. There was a candle and beautiful red flower like the one I gave her the other day.

"Wow! Is this kind of a date?" I asked confused.

"If you a want it to be a date, then it is." She smiled.

She stayed in front of me as we started talking about random stuff. Until she asked me : "So how was it?"

"Was what?" my eyes wide opened as I questionned her.

"I mean, did you talk to Harry?"

"Yes I did. He is still convinced that I should move on because he already did." I said nodding.

"I feel sorry for you Troy, I know it hurts. Maybe one day he will change his mind and he will apologize, you are best friends and I'm sure you will find a way to get through it." She assured as she took my hand.

"I hope so." I smiled or at least I tried to, but I forced one out anyway.

"Do you want me to put some music, I brought my iPod with me." She suggested

"Sure act like you are home."

She played some random songs, looked at me and said : "Do you want to dance to this one?" 

I am the guy and she is doing these first steps, I feel like I am lucky.

"Yes I want to." We got close to each other and started dancing sheek to sheek. I can honestly say she's been on my mind since I woke up today. 

"Miley?" 

"Yes, Troy?"

"I have a question for you, may I?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you like me? I mean, do you remember the first day that we met?"

"Yes, I do." She answered.

"Well I can't get you out of my mind since that day."

"Me too. I don't know why or how, and I don't want an answer." She said as she raised her head and looked me straight in the eyes. 

Suddenly the music stopped, the whole room turned silent except for the beat of my heart that was unheard by no one but myself. Her hands slided down to my neck and gently traced her fingers down my chest as we slowly closed our eyes and pressed our lips against each others.

There was a sudden explosion in my heart that electrcised my whole body but slowly turning into a delightful feeling of warmth.