Okay Again

AN: Hi :) so this is my second accont the first one failed and... yea. But I just wanted to note that in this fanfiction One Direction doesnt exist. No copy right intended to Syco record labels. I don't own One direction of their title and probably, sadly never will, Lots of angst enjoy xoxox

HARRY'S POV:

It was just going to be one of those nights. Where your feet lay tangled in the pool of blankets at your feet. Unable to cool yourself off you'd just sit and watch the cieling like there was some hope you'd be lulled to sleep but, no. Sweat started to cover your body limbs became restless. All you wanted to do was scream.  Sitting up you swung your legs to the side of your beat up mattress laying without a box spring to hold it up. Running long fingers through your brown curls you stood up. Sleep had become usless. Not a pressing matter to the busy life you worked. Teaching soccer at the near by elementary school. It wasn't like you actually had any skill in soccer no, you just needed the money. 

Zayn and you had lived together since college. Both enrolling to a prestigious law school with big dreams to become a team and be the best attorneys in London. It just wasn't that easy though. School funds were way too high for either of you. In a matter of months you were handing textbooks back to teachers, judgemental peers looking on. It all was still a nightmare and not enough alcohol could drag you out of. Unlike Zayn who had a girl over almost every night. He was just someone who hadn't had any plans for the future. You, you wanted the family. The stereotypical wife and kids. You wanted to be the dad who could spoil his kids. The one that could put them through law school.

You pulled a shirt and pants on. Tip toeing outside your room, the scuffing noises of your shoes were being covered by Zayn's loud snoring. Once you made it out of your apartment complex the cold air hit you causing you to pull up your jacket farther around your neck. There were some small pathways around your house. Small winding cobble stone paths that lead to miscared for parks with over grown shrubs and broken benches. The park was quite small and no one seemed to know about it unless they lived near by. As you crossed a small road nearing the end of the park you saw the outline of someone sitting on a bench. Figuring it was just an old bum you kept walking.

You passed him looking over yor shoulder somewhat cautiously to watch the person you saw a young man. His hood was pulled over his eyes brown fringe feathered across his face. He looked lost and scared. Turning on your heel you walked over to him.

"Hey mate you okay?"

As he looked up you saw what made you think that he had been crying for quite a while. His eyes were read and swollen. 

"Yea, um" he stood "I actually should be. I should be heading home."

"You sure you're okay? You look a little lost." The boys hand exposed as he pulled it out of his glove and into his pocket. It was filthy covered in mud and blood. Confused you looked at him, he didn't smell of alcohol and he defiantly wasn't high. 

"I have a friend" he shook his head to get the fringe from his eyes. "Lives right down the way he's coming to pick me up"

"Okay. Okay then. I hope you feel better" Feeling tired again you looked down at your feet and continued walking.