Abditory [H.S]

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Couldn't pick a photo so i just folded all of em in one. Look how adorable is the one w him holding the teddy <3333

Luella Jones

I'll always end up alone. I've had that planned ever since I was younger. I've always known it.

But goddamn it, how much I hate the feeling of lonliness.

You don't truly feel that lonliness eat you alive until you're lying there in the middle of the night on your bed, staring at the ceiling with no emotions behind your eyes, but a thousand words clouding your mind. You don't truly feel it until you're sat on that bench in the middle of a filled park, plenty of conversations being made beside you, yet that void in your heart is still present. You don't truly feel it until you're standing in the middle of a party, watching everyone around you dance happily with a large grin drawn upon their faces, while you let the numbness hide you away.

In the middle. That's what it's always about. You're not happy, but you're not sad either. You're not sad, but you're not happy either. You're just...there; stuck in the middle.

I flutter my eyes open, catching sight of the blue fish hanging, making me remember I eventually cried myself to sleep earlier.

I turn my head towards the clock pressed to the wall, reading 1:30 am.

I sigh and stare back at the ceiling, lifting my hand to wipe the layer of sweat that's formed on my forehead. I ignore the loud beats my heart is making, the throbbing in my head aching all the way around itself, a tightness growing against it.

I sit up, swallowing nervously before I get off bed, wiping my greasy hair away from my face. I take a few steps until I reach the knob, twisting it to get outside the lonely room.

Where is Harry?

I walk down the stairs carefully in order not to make a sound, the only lamp on being the one in the kitchen. I decide to walk into it, and grab a glass of water for my dry throat, taking my time staring at the small sunset sketch glued to the fridge. It looks like a five year old drew it, smiling to myself when I see a small H at the side with a scratch, acting like a signature.

I put the empty glass back in the sink and walk out, spotting a lighted candle on the table in the living room. As I step forward, I notice a body sleeping on the couch, making me soon realize it's Harry's. He's covered in a small blue blanket, the fire place on to try and warm him up.

Why did he sleep here?

I kneel on the ground to get in front of him, taking his long curls out of his face to try and look at his peaceful facial expression.

He definitely thinks I need space. But now I feel bad because it was his room, and he shouldn't sleep on this. Plus, it looks really expensive to be slept on all night.

I lean forward and press my lips to his forehead, shutting my eyes while I stroke his cheek. He's so unbelievably understanding. I don't deserve him.

"He said you wanted to be alone."

A voice startles me, making me look back to see Anne standing close by with a mug in her hand, smiling softly at us.

"That's why he slept here." She elaborates, making me stand back up and nod at her words.

"Do you wanna go on a walk?" She asks, making me furrow my eyebrows before nodding again, having no clue what is currectly happening.

I follow her as she walks down the hallway, my eyes trying to keep up with every picture hung on the wall. It's all pictures of young children, probably Harry and Gemma.