The Boy Next Door

I Need to Get Out

So, flash forward a couple days, and no one is speaking to Harry. I smile at him sometimes, but other than that, I need him to realize that everything is all wrong. Until then, no one is speaking to him. I mean, Louis, Liam, and Niall's reasons are all different, but the fact is no one except Vanessa is talking to him. 

Connor's been coming over more and more now too. Harry's eyes follow him everywhere. Down hallways, through doorways, and outside. Jess and I used to do gymnastics, so he brought my old beam. Connor also did gymnastics, but he did men's gymnastics, so no beam for him. I've been taking my anger out on my old beam. It's nice to have so many things to throw myself into.

I have my music, which was doing fine. Now, it's sort of plateaued. I mean, that's totally fine, because I *could* throw myself into it, but I'm not. There's no need. Now, my beam is a different story. 

I started easy, with just some level two skills. However, I'm slowly moving up to level eight and nine skills. I was a level ten when I quit, so I do know quite a bit. It's no pressure, but it's also no pain no gain. I've been working on small tumbling passes instead of big skills alone. I do a back walkover, back handspring stepout, and then a layout. I also do front walkover, front handspring stepouts, and then a kick flip. Other than my old beam, I've started running more.

Not only is it great for my body physically, it's great for my mental health. It really clears my head. I've also manage to build up my stamina. But anyway, that's enough about me. For now.

Liam is *really* annoyed about the baby thing! I mean, no one liked Vanessa, but now the hatred and suspicion of her is so much more open! The bitches at SYCO haven't found out yet, but proud father Harry Styles is probably bursting at the buttons trying to keep it in. I've overheard Louis and Jess talking quietly. Louis is going to talk to Harry tonight, at midnight. I think I'll set my alarm for 11:45 so I can be awake and over there to listen. 

*It is now midnight.*

There are creaks all over their house, but I think some are footsteps. I don't know where the talk will be, so I'll just follow them. There are also some whining noises. I followed them. They lead me to Harry's room. His cries are soft and deep. The bed is creaking, so I assume he's rocking back and forth on it. Louis will fix him. Right?