Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Fifteen

Harry POV

The eeriness in the apartment was annoying the hell out of me. I can honestly say that falling asleep was proving to be extremely difficult when you add the sweet combination of loneliness and the thought of her. But I couldn’t afford thinking of that; she was the reason that I was laying here in the dark, watching the faint view of the spinning fan. I found myself trying to chase one blade but after a few seconds I couldn’t keep up so I’d give up and try again. It managed to distract me for a while, but when the time came that my mind was extremely bored of the action, it found it’s way back into Amelia.

Saying her name even in my mind was difficult and I hated it, I hated this, this solitude. Where I have to force myself to think of something else so that I don’t think of her, or even think of something that will remind me of her. It was killing me, not just mentally but physically as well.

I knew how I looked. I was sleep-deprived, that’s for sure, my eyes had a red tint to the veins running through them. I hadn’t changed my clothes for three days now. It was the same routine over and over again, wake-up, eat, lounge around, eat, lounge around again, then eat some more, then off to bed where my tried to stop my thoughts from eating me alive.

I’d been doing that same process for three days now, it worked, it got my mind of Amelia and anything to do with her (most of the time anyway) but I thought to myself that I couldn’t keep this up. There were people out there who needed me to be at my best. A lot of them and I needed to do it for them if not for myself. I also knew that this type of habit was extremely unhealthy, and that I would have to stop it, but if I did, I’d think of her and I just couldn’t deal with the adoration that I displayed towards her.

I got up and opened the blinds, and immediately shut my eyes.

God, that hurt like hell.

 

You wouldn’t think that just that simple action would cause a headache but it did, but naturally, it faded out and I could open my eyes again without feeling that excruciating pain in my head.

I came out of the bedroom and went into the kitchen to make some tea. I didn’t even hear the footsteps behind me before I heard the voice.

“What’s the matter, Harry?” I jumped, freaked out. I didn’t want to turn around.

‘Amelia’, I thought before I registered the voice in my mind.

It’s not Amelia, idiot. It’s Liam. Your mind just made you think that it was her.

 

I turned around and looked at him directly, eye on eye contact. He was first shocked at my state and then worried for me.

“I’m fine.” I said, then the kettle clicked to show that it had finished boiling the water. I turned around and poured the water into the cup and shifted the tea bag around in the water until I was satisfied with the strength of the tea.

“No you aren’t Harry. The boys and I are worried about you, you haven’t left this apartment for three whole days.” He said, following me as I walked to the table with my tea.