All the Quiet Observers (Drarry)

Chapter 15

Harry isn't know what to what to think and he just sat on the floor for what felt like. A million years but may have been two hours or 1 or maybe even only ten minutes.

It took a while for Harry's mind to catch up with everything that was going on and he stood up and paced around, his eyes dry from not blinking, his lights off.

He walked and walked and walked round his apartment and mindlessly walked into his room.

He opens the curtain and looked ur of the window.

It was dark but the lights of the city and the lights around the street lightened up everything and made no stars visible in the night sky.

There were lights in all of the windows and although he could not see it, he knew there was a park just one street down that he could see when it was light.

He touched the window and looked down.

It seemed busier than usual..

Did he just never pay as much attention as now?

He thought of lots of things to try to distract his distressed mind.

He hadn't shed a single tear or said a single word since Draco had left and he thought maybe it had just been so much that he couldn't.

He couldn't remember getting ready and going for bed the next day but he woke up and the bright sunlight from his window shines on his eyes.

He squinted.

He was all alone now, just as it used to be. But now there was a worse feeling hanging over him.

He wasn't the same..

He felt guilty and sad and angry.

He sat up without really knowing what to do and blinked a few times.

He checked his watched and saw that it was 8:30.

He stuffed his face back into his pillow.

He was already late for work, it don't matter anyway. He would just skip..

At around 9:30, he finally got enough energy to make an untidy breakfast, a small bowl of porridge.

He didn't even notice himself eating it and was done sooner than he could remember.

He didn't feel like doing anything and he didn't feel like he had any emotions at all and he just felt depressed.

He didn't feel like doing anything and didn't have the energy.

He just lay down on the sofa and stared at the wall and half-mindlessly thought.

He couldn't really find the energy to do anything but eventually had enough ability to get up and cook to distract himself.

How long would this go on?

Would Draco come back?

Just yesterday he had eaten dinner happily with Draco sitting next to him  and would never have known that 24 hours later, he would sit alone mama depressed in the dark of the kitchen alone without Draco, shoving down food.

Where had Draco, gone, anyway?

He also had told Harry he would contact him today but so far, nothing had happened and it was already 6:30.

Probably Lucius was doing something with him. Probably Harry would be next but he couldn't care less right now with all of the depression and trauma and shock.

The only thing he wanted to do was sit and feel bad for himself and wait ears-out for the sound of the telephone ringing.

His wish came true as the telephone rang around 7:30, shocking him out of the armchair he had been sitting the whole evening.

Harry sprang up and walked to the telephone, his hand shaking as he picked up.

What did Draco have to say.. was it even Draco?

"Hello?" Harry said shakily, and on the other end, a familiar voice that was not Draco's responded, causing shivers down Harry's spine.