Cigarettes | H.S

Two

3 days have passed since that dinner.

Things went back to normal, Harry went back to his usual, rude and cocky self. Kathy was out at work most of the time, but I could tell Ally was starting to get seriously aggravated at the constant banter back and forth between Harry and I. Today Harry made a comment that really caught me off guard. I was feeling a bit insecure about my looks, and I was talking about it to Ally. Harry walked past and laughed, opening up the fridge. 'At least I'm not the only one who thinks that'. Harry thought I was ugly.

It's currently 3am, and I'm laying in the bed next to Ally, wide awake as she softly snores next to me. I stare up at the ceiling, focusing on my breathing so I can hopefully get to sleep. Maybe it's not a good idea to have a red bull an hour before you go to bed. I sigh, giving up on my attempts to finally fall asleep and figure I should get something to eat as I was bored out my mind.

I carefully get out of the bed, making sure I don't wake up Ally. I know the tiles in the kitchen will be cold so I slip on my socks. I turn the light on the hall and pass by Harry's room. I notice his door is open and I look in, seeing him sitting on his balcony, a cigarette in between his fingers. From his posture he looks tired, as he brings the cigarette to his lips, he blows out and starts to turn around. I quickly jump back and turn the corner,not wanting him to think I'm watching him.

I hate the fact that he smokes. He has since he was 17, he's 18 now so he's been doing this nearly every night for a year. I wonder if there's a reason behind it, why he's doing it. Or if he just enjoys killing his liver.

I creep down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone. I enter the kitchen turning the light on and open the cupboard in search for food. The red bull had now started to wear off, leaving me on a low. I got ice cream out of the freezer, sitting on the counter, starting to eat it. The more I thought about Harry's comment, the sadder I felt. But why? Why should I care what Harry thought? It was like the night I felt confident in my dress and then one look from Harry made me lose all of it. And I had no idea why.

Everything was confusing at the moment, I didn't like Harry. Not at all. But why did I feel that tingling sensation when he grabbed me. His hands were so soft and smooth against my skin. He was just playing games with me, he thought it was fun.

I didn't even notice the tears that slipped out my eyes until they landed in my bowl. I got up and put my bowl in the sink, rinsing it with water. I wiped my eyes and stopped any more tears from coming out. That's it, no more red bull at midnight.

I sighed, leaning against the counter, thinking some more.

'Madi,' I heard Harry say from behind me and I turned around.

He was standing there, shirtless with grey sweatpants on. I pulled my eyes away from his chest and his perfectly sculpted body and met his eyes. The smirk dropped off his face and his features softened.

'Madi, are you crying?' He asked me and I shook my head.

'No.'

He stepped closer to me.

'Were you crying?' He looked at me and I stayed silent. He searched my face, his emerald eyes burning into mine as he was trying to find any hint of emotion.

'Madi..' He said after I failed to reply.

I took a step back, looking away.