Always//H.S. (Sequel to Alive)

traitor

And ain't it funny
How you ran to her
The second that we called it quits?

(Present-day...February 25th 2018) 

lila rose

Loved you at your worst...But that didn't matter

"M' fine, mitch, calm down," I mumble into my phone, hearing Mitch let out a sigh, shuffling quietly around Harry's house as he gets ready to leave, waking up later in the sunshine after a long night. I trail my fingertips over the bruise that was left from last night, his fingertips visible, and I flinch as I push against it, relishing in the glorious pain. I know he meant no harm, it wasn't even Harry in that body, it was someone trying to distract themselves.

It wasn't okay with me, the way he drank and the way he was moving around the house in the most destructive way possible, ruining everything in my path. Mitch was up all night with him, cleaning glass and broken picture frames, before finally getting harry to calm down enough to sleep for a while. I called him as soon as he texted me, already awake with loki as I took another shower, washing away last night as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that he had pushed me away like that, and the fact that he almost seemed scared of me in some way. I know he wasn't actually, but the fact that it was enough to push me away like that is scary to me.

"He hasn't said a word yet," Mitch mumbles, the jingling of car keys being heard in the background, and the way that he whispers something away from the phone meaning that Harry must be there, and I hear a deep voice, trying my best to ignore the way I want to talk to him. I just want to know why he acted the way he did, and why he felt the need to talk and speak that way to all of us. I also wanted to know who that Jupiter guy was, and why he felt the need to pull harry into such a circumstance because to me he didn't seem like the type of guy harry would hang out with. But, at the same time, i haven't really been around harry in almost two years. He's different than before.

"Is he coming today?" I whisper under my breath, pulling on a pair of tight leggings and a tight cropped tee, pulling a jacket over it. Mitch sighs, the sound of his car starting echoing in the background. "I dunno, Lila," He whispers, and my stomach drops down through my body. I wanted him there, he had promised that he would be there for everything in this company, and be there for me through this company. I invited him to this as a way of opening the doors out of the awkward place we had been in for so long now since we have met.

I'm really fucking trying.

"Okay...Ive gotta get going," I mumble, running some brow gel through my makeup-free face, cleaning up my crazy brows with a cheap gel. I hear mitch hum, saying goodbye before I hang up, throwing my phone angrily down on my bed, putting my head in my hands. I'm trying so hard to not just call this whole thing off, but the way that he is acting and going out all the time is making me and him look bad, even if it is for some sort of painless relief. He's so different when he's around me, and the way he will take his time and be quiet and just listen, compared to when he goes out every single night and has girls draped over his hips, I saw it last night too. I got home from helping him through what had happened, and the next thing I know I'm seeing a video going viral of him getting a lap dance.

It isn't fair for him to continue pushing himself away from finding an actual way to escape from his thoughts like I had to with him. He left me in the middle of a fucking random part of our lives and didn't even say anything to me for two years, and the thought of reaching out to him was terrifying in the least. I felt like I couldn't, like if I did I would have been shot down or he just wouldn't have replied or anything, but at the same time I wanted him to

"Morning, Sinclair, Morning Loki," Journee smiles as I set Loki's small kennel down on the ground, opening the back door a little so he can roam from my office to the lobby of the office, him running around crazily due to the car ride he was trapped beside me for.