Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 52

HARRY'S POV

It's been three and half weeks.

It's been almost a whole month since Sydney left. Although the weeks have felt like years.

All I want to know is how she is doing right now. Is she even a bit sad? Is she doing worse than me? Has she moved on?

I don't know, since she has blocked my number. I can't call her, my messages are not delivered to her.

She really shut me out completely.

I know I shouldn't even try to contact her in anyway but how could I not? It is too hard to let go of her. I just want to find her, go there and bring her back home with me. I need her here with me.

It has been so long but still it hasn't. Three and a half weeks is not that long but damn it, it feels so much longer than it actually is.

I hear a knock on the door but don't bother to get up and see who's out there. I've been locked up in my apartment ever since she left. I haven't really left at all except for going to the store to get some booze.

Yes I have been drinking away the pain, but it hasn't left for a second.

I grab the bottle from the table and bring it to my lips and take a huge sip of it.

I hear the door opening and soon after closing. I don't even bother to look over my shoulder who it is, I don't care who it is. As long as that person isn't Sydney, I don't care.

"Harry?", Niall says with a careful tone. "You okay, man?"

"Not even close", I answer and take another sip of booze.

"It's 25th of April", he starts.

April 25th. Tomorrow is her birthday.

"We have a big delivery today", he continues.

If that delivery is not about bringing Sydney back here from wherever the fuck she is I don't give a flying fuck.

I place the booze bottle back on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. "I'm not going"

"Harry, I know how you're feeling but-", he starts but I cut him off and stand up from the couch.

"No, Niall you have know fucking clue how I am feeling right now. Don't you dare give me advice on this shit! You don't understand at fucking all. I loved her Niall I fucking loved her and I still do. When was the last time you were in love?", I shout at him.

"Uh.."

"Exactly. So don't you fucking tell me you know how I feel", I tell him and lie down again.

"Harry I understand you want to be left alone but Eric said that-"

"I know, he'll fire me", I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. "But how many times has he said that? Probably like 12. Has he ever fired me? No. Because I'm good at what I do. He will not fire me", I laugh.

"He seemed pretty-"

"Decisive? Yeah I mean he sure as hell can act well."

***

"So did he fire you?", Liam asks as he takes a seat on the couch, handing me a beer.

"Of course not", I start and open the bottle. "He only gave me a warning."

He nods and takes a sip of his beer as well. Liam has been the only one I've really let hang out here with me. I've asked him about Sydney and how she's doing and he has told me few things but I've got the feeling he's hiding something.