6:55 pm » thursday
Harry sat in front of his large window, staring out at the grey cloudy sky. New York could be so beautiful when it wants to, the tall buildings reflecting the sun's low light on it, making it hit his building with a perfect warm glow.
The city looked so pretty, but he was so ugly.
Inside and out.
Harry's so sick of everything and everyone, he's just ready for whatever type of death he's going to be given in the future.
Its not because of Louis or Azriah..its because of what's he become.
He hasn't even talked to his mother in a year, which is great, note sarcasm, and he's hurting everyone around him now.
Luke's not answering his phone and Zayn's out somewhere, so he's alone.
Something he's feared ever since he was little.
"Mum..." Harry called out, groggy and small since he was starting to come down with a liggr cold. He was holding a small blanket against his shivering chest, frantically looking around his old flat with little light and a vacant living room, "mum!"
Harry's chest started to tighten and his breaths shorten, his eye sight started to become blurry due to the fact that tears were streaming down his face already. He couldn't think straight anymore his mother left him..left him alone for dead.
He dropped to his knees and started to cough, he curled up into a ball and whimpered, shaking his head.
He was a sixteen year old boy and was still worried if he was being abandoned. Most people his age would love to be alone, but no..not Harry, he despises the thought of being alone for the rest of his life.
At this time Harry was heaving, clawing at his chest, trying to stop himself from losing his mind. He couldn't even scream, the best he could do was let out a choked sob.
