Insecurities

Chapter Eleven

Harrys POV:   

     The petite girl made me spill my secret. Once again Bailey was allowed to be the one to run away, shouldn't I be allowed to be the one run away once and a while? It pisses me off that people always seem to sympathize for her and she soaks it up. You can just tell by all of the fuss that she makes, why did she have to run out of the room. I don't know maybe she has some attention problems now that she's     

     Walking up to my friends door I thought back to all of the times that she scurried through the school hallways wanting to go unnoticed. Scuffing I think about all of the ways she's changed. I mean there's obvious like the way she changed physically but she is so much worse, her personality infuriates me. I wish she would be the way that she used to be. Her sarcastic comments take away from her beauty and her new found attitude is repulsive. As mush as I want her to forgive me the likely hood of the both of us being able to stay in the same room without yelling is little to none. 

"Harold what are you doing here?" Edwardo asks with the door almost completely open allowing me to see the pictures of him and his family. 

"Just came to see you." I can feel the bottom hem of my pockets where all of the lint collects. 

"Well then come in." Nodding my head I kept my eyes on the ground deep in concentration I forgot about the left turn and ran straight into the wall I would've  gotten away with it if it wasn't for the picture frame that came crashing to the floor. Looking down at the shattered glass I can't believe that just happened.

"Shit, where's your broom?" I ask looking towards my ginger friend and I see his eyes widened.

"What?" Oh God if that was his favorite picture I'm going to feel even worse then I already do. I can only imagine how mad he'd be if it is. I would be beyond pissed if someone ruined the picture of my mum, Gemma and I. I remember the day well, we had just moved back to Holmes Chaple and mum wanted to document the moment and she had asked the neighbor Robin to take the picture after he came over to introduce himself and he was even carrying a fruit basket. I remember whispering in my older sisters ear about how he's probably never had an original thought in his life. This had all been before I became friends with Kevin therefore it was before I became the biggest fuck up. I had tried to replace the empty feeling of being part of a broken home by reeking havek onto the lives of others. The whole time that I went around engrossed in my childish ways I barely ever thought about how my parents are divorced and that we don't see him as often, close to never even and I thought that if I wasn't able to keep my family together or even make my dad proud then I would have to get his attention some other way and being 15 and an idiot I thought that all of my bad behavior would do that for me. These days I hope and pray that my mum and dad will get back together because they can be proud of both of their children. With Gemma being two I.Q points way from being a genius I had to find another way to stand out. 

"Are you alright?" He questions ignoring my question.

"Yeah?" I interrogate and once again he ignores my question and grabs my had instead dragging me off into his bathroom 

"Sit." He commands pointing to his counter. Turning his back to find something I glanced at the mirror expecting to see my usual reflection I was greeted with a different image instead. On my nose us a deep gash and seeing it now makes me realize how much it hurts. Moving closer to the mirror I focus on the open wound, great there's glass in it. I wince causing my nose wrinkle making a siring pain to run through my body. 

"Does it hurt?" Looking at Ed his hands are busy ruffling through his first aid kit.

"Like a bitch." I reply smiling, a smirk weaves it's way onto his face.