Somewhere

Chapter 12

-Jenna? - Freya whispers minutes after Harry leaving my house. I bite down hard on my bottom lip and left home. I can't stay there, if not unraveling me. I know I would have to give explanations to them, but I don't wanna talk about it.

The entrance door of my house is open.

-Jenna walks in, let's talk. - Freya asks.

- I don't wanna talk about it. - is difficult to understand that the more touch the matter worse?

-How can I help? - I know exactly how she can help me.

-Will you take me to the Grill'? - I need to be alone and that site became the best.

-If you think it's better. - she rubs my arm and will get the keys to your car.

(...)

Freya gets me to the door of the Grill's and I agreed to call him to come pick me up or something. I enter in what has become my second home and look around to see if there are signs of Harry. No, thankfully. The same guy that threw me was the billiard pool table with another guy. Two beers were resting on a table edge. Really what I need . I know I should not, because I always end badly when I drink, but I really need. I order a beer and I join with the same guy at the pool table.

-I guess I never introduced myself as well. - he bursts out laughing. - I'm Louis. And well, this is a friend. Niall. - it also features the blonde tattooed friend.

-Have we met. - he's right. He is one of Harry 's friends group..

-You know if Harry.. may appear here today? - I wonder afraid to Niall.

-Maybe. Most likely to be at The Bangerz House and later appear here. - he shrugs and takes a swing. - But why do you ask? - he takes a sip of his beer.

-Curiosity. - give a goal in my bottle. It isn't curiosity, is even if it appears I go.

-You and him..? - Niall question.

-Oh, no. We have nothing. - now it's even less than nothing. In fact I hate him. - He's dating one.. Riven? - shit Jenna.  I seem desperate to know more information of the life of Harry.

-No. Well, they were boyfriends, but has been for a long time and didn't last long - his voice is shaking and seems to hide much of this story. - But I've seen them give a few kisses and some touchs here and there, nothing more. - nothing more..

-You know a lot of Harry, uhm? - his name is an explosion of anger in my head.

-More than I should. - he wets his lower lip and does not make eye contact with me.

-How so? - now I really need to know.

-He can be my friend, but he is also a horrible person. - I know that. - You don't have idea. - I imagine. And I know. - Want to play? - he offers.

-No, thanks. I'm not very good player. - laughed.

-That's a lie, you're great. - Louis smiles.

I smiled back at Louis. Yes he is he could have appeared forcefully into my life, and not Harry.