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Chapter 89 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

It’s not until eleven in the evening (which was quite early, really, considering my friends used to party until the early hours in the morning) that everyone left my parents’ house and I finally found myself alone with them in a place that should be a lot messier than it actually was.

Davie, Mark and the girls had offered to help cleaning the living room (by far the most damaged room in the house); and by offered I mean Leigh and Savanna obligated those two to move their asses off of the couch and grab a broom and a trash bag to throw off empty cups, paper plates and plastic cutlery. Within half an hour, though, not only the living room was back to its normal way, but the whole house was.

So maybe I owed those two ladies a lot.

Once the door closed, I threw myself against the back of the couch from behind, ending up with my head hanging off the upholstery, my back awkwardly bent on the seat and my legs up on the back of the furniture. It should probably start hurting in a while, the weight of the gravity acting heavy on my limbs, but I couldn’t find the strength to care at that moment.

Besides, the blood rushing down to my head due to my position was not what was making my head ache, really. The problem, honestly, was that Scarlett hadn’t come back as the promised, and there was this little evil voice inside me reminding me she was with Tyler. Also, there was this other little evil voice (not so little, actually), echoing words I’d heard enough times by the day, such as ‘she’s not good enough for you’. The latte could also be known as my mother.

“You’re going to faint, Harry. Your face is going red.”

I growled, scrubbing my hands over my face and feeling the warmth spreading over it, the slight lack of air, all the blood in my body now focused in my head only. I ignored the dizzying feeling though, waving a hand dismissively in the air at my mum and letting my head fall lower, the whole world quite literally upside down.

I didn’t want to talk to her, if she hadn’t noticed. Actually, I didn’t want to see her right now, because of course she would choose exactly my birthday to ruin everything. Of course she would let that stupid obsession of hers get to her head and ruin something that was obviously good for me. So, really, I was not on the mood to hear any other mother-like complaints right now. She could go and screw herself.

“Harold,” she admonished again, but shushed before she could warn me one more time. I didn’t even look up to check on whatever had made her cut herself mid-sentence, only removing my hands off my face when the upholstery shifted next to me, and a light hand smacked my belly where the shirt had slid up.

“You’re a proper d-ckhead, you dumbass,” she scowled, albeit I could hear the smile on her voice at the same time she digged her nails into the flesh on my stomach, making me flinch.

“I’ll just refuse to believe you have enough of a dirty brain to make this joke based on the fact that my head is red,” I mumbled under a harsh breath, contorting my upper body until my head was lying on the couch, opposite to where Gem was sitting, though my legs were still up.

“You’re the dirty-minded here. I made no proper mention to sexual organs.”

I ignored Gemma, squeezing my eyes shut as the blood drifted from my brain and distributed itself throughout my whole body, waiting until the room stopped spinning before I looked at her again, finally able to speak. “But really, Gem, you gotta start being more feminine.”