Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 50

"You sure you are okay with staying here?" I ask Oliver as he climbs into the bed Avery used to sleep as a kid. We finished that jar of liqueur on top of rum so its a miracle I'm standing.

"Why?" He slurs as he gets under the covers, half naked. I hold onto the door frame to steady myself.

"Avery used to sleep there and you know how tender of a stomach he has." I joke as Oliver's eyes grow wide and he jumps out.

"I'm just kidding. Go to sleep." I say as I start to turn as slowly as possible to not vomit all around the floor I cleaned yesterday.

"Where are you?" He yells from the bedroom as I hold onto the railings to not fall onto my knees.

"My parents room." I say back. It doesn't feel that weird, although I changed every single bed sheet in the house even though they were clean and covered with cloths.

Their room in our house is locked up but still, here, not every single furniture is tainted by their memory.

"You okay with that?" He yells as I return to the door frame so he can see me.

"Yeah." I say to him as I smile at him. He looks at me with droopy eyes as he pulls the covers up to his neck.

"I am here if you need-" he passes out mid sentence. I giggle as I grab onto the walls as I lead myself to the master bedroom. I decide its a good time to wash my face and enter the bathroom.

As I reach out for the soap, my clumsy and wasted hands push the ring to the bottom of the sink and down the drain it tumbles down. Harry's ring. It falls down the drain.

I freeze. Oh fuck. Oh fuck me. Fucking hell.

"No!" I yell but there is no use. Its gone. The symbol of our relationship. Its down at the sewers.

Fucking hell... That ring meant so much to me. It was proof that me and Harry had something real, something worth fighting for. That ring meant that our love was real at some point. That we both valued each other the same and cared and took care of one another equally. It meant we would work together. An exceptional Aquarius and a little broken Taurus. It meant we would be good together, that we could in fact love another.

I run out, down the stairs for my phone. I need to call Harry. I need to tell him. I reach the charger and plug my phone in. The small picture of a battery with a small red line in it appears. Fucking hell.

I wait for it to open and before I know it, I pass out my back pressed against the wall, a tear on my cheek.

**

When I wake up, my phone has fallen to the floor out of my grasp. My neck is aching from spending the entire night against a wall and my body has gone rigid from the hard surface.

My head is pounding as a side effect of drinking too much and the now normal pain in my chest is as bitter as the time I ran out of Harry's apartment when he chose to leave me for good.

The ring. Its gone. I don't want to believe the fact that I lost it so I go up the stairs to see if its still by the sink. I take the stairs one by one, taking my time and its gone. It really is.

I want to go back downstairs and open my phone so I can call Harry but a lot less intoxicated, I don't want do that. My pride is not that low yet. He looked at me straight in the eyes and let me go. I can't call him now for a ring that means nothing to him.

Instead, I go to Oliver's door. He is not in his bed.

Surprised, I start to walk around the house to find him. I stop when I hear a tune coming from the bathroom in the masters bedroom.