HARRY'S POV
"HARRY GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND CLEAN THIS SHIT UP"
I groaned out at the top of my lungs until I was out of breath and kicked around in my bed. Could I ever get some damn sleep around here? I work all day I would like to just come home, eat, and sleep ;can a man ask for anything more? It's not that hard.
"HARRY!"
"IM COMING!" My impatience sprung through my voice. I dragged my body out of the cloud I was dreaming in and into the kitchen which was only about four steps in this tiny apartment. My roommate, Alexandra, bares me. We used to be in love so we decided to move to the city and start a life together. I poured out every little secret to her but she decided I was too much or not enough, I'm not sure. So she cheated on me the first week we got out here and now neither of us have the money or responsibility to get a place of our own. We depend on each other.
I left the living room a mess, I will admit. Chip bags thrown on the ground, cups left on the table, and I somehow lost all three of the tv remotes in my drunken state. She can only stand me when I'm sober which isn't too often. Who can blame me? I work a terrible job in a building next to a bar. It's quite strange to have a bar next to an insane asylum but its not surprising. It was probably the only land left in new york. I mean everything is so close they just put things where ever they'll fit now. I hate it. It's so crowded and musty and the air is so stiff. I dont have the money to move away. I dont even have the money to buy groceries for next week.
"Harry!" Alexandra was annoyed. I could hear it in her voice.
"What do you want Alex. I'm cleaning up." I didn't care because now I was annoyed too.
"You have work today."
"I'm very aware of this."
"You promised we would actually talk about things today Harry."
"Well I'm sorry Alex it can wait, I have work." Alexandra wants to move out or move somewhere else atleast. She knows she can't afford to be on her own, not in New York but she still insists on having this huge talk about it. I dont think it's to big of deal. We'll fight about it then go to sleep and do the same thing over again the next day. It's the same old routine over and over again.
After I cleaned up my mess I dragged myself upstairs to get ready for work. My whole body ached. My ankles strained every step I took up the stairs, my knees popped, my back was tight, and it felt as if I could feel my heartbeat in my head. Alcohol does no good the morning after.
