Who Knew. [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 8

Songs: Grim Goodbye x The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. (& any other song you want)

Amanda's POV

Today me and Harry had a better understanding of each other. I'm glad I told him the little things about me because I needed an outlet. I would have never guessed that he was depressed. Honestly, I just thought that maybe he was a person who didn't associate in school. What made him that way though?

I really want to know. He seems so closed up on his life. Its like he wants to tell someone everything about him, yet he has to think twice about it. Oh yeah, I forgot to ask him why he had crutches.

As I'm walking home, I see my guardian's car. I'm so tired of them. They always leave me here and when they are home they go on another trip. Its so- dysfunctional at times. Now that I've found a friend, maybe I can hang out more.

I finally reach home and when I open the door, there they are. Sitting down on the phone. My parents call it 'handling business'.

"Hi guys. How was your trip?", I say loud enough so they can both hear. My mom puts her finger up and says one minute. Okay. She put her finger up. I go upstairs to my room and slam it shut. I may be over exaggerating, but sometimes I feel like I'm never good enough. Although I have parents, it feels like no one is ever caring about me. Since when do they ask how my day was, or take me out somewhere. All I ever do around here is take walks.

Now that I've found Harry, I feel as if someone cares. He cares and I know it. He isn't like those other kids at school who just associate with you. He's actually paying attention to me.

I grab my remote and flick the TV onto an episode of Full House. I don't know why I love that show so much. Everyone else always watch Friends. Like what's so good about it. A bunch of immature grown ups living their pathetic little lives. Tha is one show I cannot stand. Anyway I notice I'm getting a little sleepy, but I try to fight it because I hate naps. Even though I hate naps, I should still take one. Just for a little while.
Next thing I know, I'm drifting off into a deep sleep; emerald eyes soaring everywhere.
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Harry's POV

After I'm done with my tea, I decide to shower. Its going to be difficult because of these stupid injuries I have. A sprained ankle and multiple brusies on my arms. At least nothing is on my face. I turn the water on hot and try my hardest not to fall over the shower curtain. I'm pretty tall for my age and if I fall its not going to be cool.

I step in the sizzling shower and the water soaks my screwed up curls. I should really get a haircut, but every time I go to get one I chicken out. Way to go Harry. When I try to soap my wash cloth, I sort of trip over. I catch myself though. One point for Harry and zero points for this evil tub.

My thoughts are imbeciles. I think that makes sense. I take my  Axe shampoo and wash my hair.

"OWWW, this freaking shampoo burns like a-- 

"Harry? You okay?" My mum knocks on the bathroom door thankfully interrupting my nonsense.

"Yes, just got a little shampoo in my eyes." I yell.

"Haha. You have a call from the bakery and the manager says you have a job."

"Okay thanks." Yes. First job. Maybe there will be more kids there that I can work with. Harry: 2 points.

Learning that you should never ever try to walk in the tub with a messed up ankle because you will fall.

I've learned the hard way. My hands are struggling to stay put on the tiles, yet I'm instantly out of luck when I slip onto the floor. Way. To. Go.

"Harry?", where is she appearing from.

"Yes mum? Sorry for the noise. I dropped all these bottles on the floor." I lie.

"You sure, it sounds like you fell.", she chuckles.

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A/N

Okay this is a quick update :p
I tried to make Harold seem a little dumbfounded and happy in this chapter so um yeeeeaah.
N T Ways, keep reading this poopy book. Trust me its going to get better. Sorry if it may seem a little off now. Have a happy Sunday! :)
PS: I'm almost at 1k

Cx ~I.S