Grace Notes

Chapter 60

Lola's POV-

I got home early in the morning, early enough that it was still dark as the night outside. Knowing that Grayson was probably passed out on the couch, I slowly unlocked and opened the door, careful not to make a squeak. After closing the door behind me, I turned and saw that I was indeed correct. He was fast asleep, Atti curled up on the arm of the sofa.

I decided to try to get some sleep while there was still and hour of darkness, but as I laid in bed, I could only toss and turn. The whole room smelled like Harry, and obviously I was surrounded by his belongings. My heart was still racing out of my chest, the realization hitting me that not only did I no longer have my boyfriend, but I would probably have to endure seeing him again whenever he returned, since someone had to take care of the cat. It would also take time to find a new place to stay, and I wasn't really wanting to move in with Grayson or my dad.

Rolling over again, I let out a long sigh, a tear slipping from my eyes. How did we end up here? I fell to hard, to fast. It was ridiculous. If I had known it would turn out like this, would I have dated him to start with? A part of me wanted to say "yes" only because in the beginning he had shown me a love that I never thought could ever exist. But in the end, my heart was shattered. I had so much faith in him, only to have him crush it under his foot; and for what?

Eventually, I could hear the birds chirping outside and the sun began to come up. Outside the bedroom, I heard Grayson doing something with the dishes, indicating that he was now awake.

Though I was unable to sleep, it was even harder to get up. Why would getting out of bed even be worth it?

I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then changed into some sweatpants and a tank top. When I was done, I walked into the kitchen. When Grayson saw that I was home, his eyebrows shot up.

"I wasn't expecting you until later!" he exclaimed. "When did you get back?"

"Maybe two hours ago" I scratched my hair, which was in knots.

"Why didn't you wake me up"

I shrugged.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my mouth to speak, which only resulted in more tears beading up and rolling down my face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, taking a step toward me.

"Harry cheated on me" I covered my face, wanting to hide the reddening in my cheeks and the stream soaking them.

"He did what?"

I started to cry harder.

"He did it while you were there?"

I nodded.

"What a dick" he muttered.

Once I was able to settle down a little, I told him everything that had happened, about walking in on him and how I ignored the warning signs for the most part. The whole time, he nodded, listening patiently.

"Well" he finally said once I was done venting. "I think you did the right thing coming home early. A life on the road like that seems hella stressful"

"It was miserable" I admitted. "It was constant late nights, and he spent every single day and night getting drunk and high"

"Yeah, that's not good" he agreed. "So what now?"

"Well, I need to find a new place to move, I suppose. But I also need to watch Atti and the garden"

"I can help you move when he gets back, if you want, so you're not by yourself"

Well, this sure did feel like deja vu. It also felt ironic since the last time I did this I was avoiding the guy that was wanting to help me, now.