Two Months With Him [COMPLETED]

Part Fourteen

Harry's POV:

It's late when I get to Louis' and I pray that he's already asleep when I walk through the door.

I'm half surprised that the door is unlocked and I'm even more surprised to see pizza laying on the counter in the kitchen.

It's cold but I don't care. I'm starving.

Amongst everything that happened with Louis and Rachel I didn't even have a proper meal. Other than the hamburger I hadn't really eaten anything.

The whole house is dark and I'm leaning against the counter eating pizza.

I'm glad Louis isn't awake because I really am too tired to talk with him.

Talking with him seems to drain me. I have to be meaner and more forceful.

People don't try to fight me back so it's hard to talk to Louis who genuinely seems like he doesn't care about what he says to me.

He doesn't let people walk all over him. And I'm the person that usually walks over people like him.

He's....smol. (That ones for you guys ;)

I really don't know what I'm going to do.

I've had my summer planned and it didn't involve staying in some strangers house.

And what was Rachel talking about earlier? Of course if I wanted to leave I would.

I mean it's not so bad here I guess. It's free food and tv.

And the only setback I have is there just so happens to be another boy here...

He's not too strict either. He kinda tried getting to know me earlier and then I totally pushed him away.

Why am I such a dick?

You know exactly why you're a dick. And you know exactly what Rachel was talking about earlier.

My conscience reminds me.

I finish the last piece of pizza that was left and I rub my eyes releasing a big sigh.

I grab the counter with my hands as I look at the floor.

"Harry what are you gonna do."

I walk back out to my car and I reach up under the passenger seat. When my fingers grip the bottle I pull it up and walk back to the house.

You gotta be smarter this time. I remind myself.

When I get back in the house I lock the door and get a glass cup from the kitchen.

Walking back to the room that is supposed to be mine but I've never actually slept in I walk in and close the door.

I turn on the light and sit in the chair and place the bottle and cup on the desk.

When I look to my left I see a stack of paper that's just sitting there.

I get an idea and I take the paper and look for a pen. When I find a pen I do one more thing before I begin writing.

I twist the top off of the bottle and I pour myself a cup full. Taking a drink of it I set it back down and begin to put my thoughts onto paper....

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