Obsessive (Sequel to Excessive)

Chapter 110.

UNEDITED BUT PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

HARRY STYLES

"Are you sure this is good idea?" Louis asked, pulling out the gasoline can from his truck.

"It's the only way" I said, placing the last of my paintings in my car.

"Why can't you just clear the house out?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter. I can make that room into a damn church but if those walls could talk" I said

"But there's still good memories in the house" he said looking at me.

"Yeah good memories because of the bad. I want this thing gone by morning" I said, peering up at the white house as it glistens under the moonlight.

Flashbacks of Arabella's angry words being thrown at me flew through my mind as if on a timer. The ride back from the club was brutal, I don't even remember it. All I remember was taking things out of the house placing them into my cars and driving them to the new one. It's time I leave this house in the past. This house caused pain and suffering, and I'm not going to let it haunt me forever.

"Are you sure you cleaned out everything?" he asked making me nod slowly.

"Yeah, I'm just going to do one last sweep through" I said making Louis nod.

"I'll get things ready" he said as I turned my back and walked towards the door.

The steps were icy as my boots crunched over them and into the house. Memories of the last few years flooded my head as I took one last look around the only place I could ever call home. The furniture remained only because the new house had furniture and I don't think I have it in me to keep every single memory from this house. This is a time to start new and start fresh.

I walked into the living room and rested against the doorway. I looked over at my chair, the one I used to yell at her for sitting in. I looked at the couch, the same one she attended to me when I was sick. The walls heals the memories, like when she came back from Vienna. The feeling of her lips finally pressed against mine after not being able to hold her for so long. I walked into the kitchen and back around to the other side of the first floor into the office.

The room was cleared, the only things remaining being the desk and chair. All papers and books packed away in boxes at the new house. I ran my fingers over the wood of the desk, remembering the time I let her try alcohol for the first time. She was so scared that she would get drunk from that one little taste, that she convinced herself and I that she had a headache. I chuckled at the memory before exiting the office and walked towards the stairs.

I walked up and took a left, towards her old room. I peeked inside, seeing everything left how it was before she began sleeping in mine. Her clothes were packed up and all other valuables she took in hopes that one day she will come back to me. The bed wasn't made and the curtains were closed, but I guess that didn't really matter. I exited her room and looked down at bit towards that small little door at the end of the hallway. I shook my head and turned away from it before walking down the hall to my old room.

I opened the door and nearly lost my composure. The other side of my bedroom was completely cleared out and all my art was packed away in one of my cars that I had drove to the house. My closets and drawers had been completely cleared out. I looked over at the perfectly made bed from when Arabella left and shook my head. The memories we shared that night before flooded my mind as I felt a few tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

I tried to blink them away as fast as I could. I grabbed the comforter of the bed before pulling it down and throwing it on the floor. I grabbed the silk sheets underneath the bed and pulled them off. I remember scrubbing the small spot where the remains of her virginity lay when she was in the tub. I balled them all up into one before hugging them to my chest and turning out of the room.