Heartbreak Weather -N.H

falling

Chapter 43

1 Week Later

Harry's POV:

Light shining through the cracks on the blankets I've thrown over my windows shine into my eyes. I raise my hand blocking out the light and grit my teeth. Fuck the daylight.

I dangle my arm off my bed reaching for the alcohol bottle I left there last night. I sit up just enough and I twist the cap off with my thumb. I bring the bottle to my lips and let out a satisfied sigh as the liquor burns down my throat.

After a few more drinks the bottle is empty. I let it slip out of my hand and onto the floor. The more I drink the less the memory replays in my head. I'd be lying if I said I remember any of the events from the past week. I just don't care anymore. This is what I need to do or else I'll go crazy. I lay my head back onto my pillow once the tingling starts to travel through my body. I close my eyes and let the darkness swallow me whole like I've been doing all week.

***

Knocking on my bedroom door interrupts my sleep. I groan when my eyes open and it's still light out. I roll over smashing my face into my pillow wanting to drown out the world around me.

The knocking continues and I don't move. I thought about it but I don't want to. "Go away," I speak into my pillow. I hear the doorknob turn and I turn my head to face the door. The open door reveals Bryn with a worried look on her face.

"Harry," she sadly mumbles looking at the alcohol bottles on the floor next to my bed.

"I'm fine," I say trying to also convince myself.

She walks over and kneels down next to my bed. She begins to play with my hair then pulls her hand away. "Harry you're drenched," she speaks in a soft tone which I'm thankful for. She pulls the blankets off of me and a gust of cool air hits me making me shiver. Goosebumps rise all over my body and I grab the cover pulling it back.

"Harry you need to get out of bed and shower," Bryn mumbles.

"I am fine," I say for the second time. She cares, which should be great for me. I wanna tell her my issues but deep down, I'm scared. I'm scared to speak my feelings out loud because once I say it, I can't take it back. It can be hard for someone to truly be there for you when it's something they haven't experienced. I don't need people's pity, it doesn't change what happened.

"Come on I'll help you shower," she prompts and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Brynlee please stop," I lightly respond. She grabs onto the blanket and starts to remove it. "Bryn stop," I state while looking at her this time.

"You can't stay locked up in your room forever Harry. What's wrong?" Her tone changes and I shiver under the blankets. My heads starts to ache and I need alcohol before it begins to pound.

"Nothing is wrong, I've just wanted to be alone." I say while my eyes skim the room looking for alcohol.

"You've ignored me all week so something is wrong. I've sent texts, I've tried to call."

I don't even know where my phone is truthfully at the moment.

"Bryn I'm sorry but I'm dealing with a lot and I just wanted to be alone."