bully (harry styles)

ten

Harry was speeding back home, knowing that we were both exhausted from today's events.

''I'm just glad that our parents ended up okay. I thought it was going to be way worse.'' I whispered, letting out a sigh.

''Me too, for a second I thought my dad was gone. I couldn't bare losing another parents you know?" Harry kept his eyes on the road when I looked over at him. His eyes were glossy but he closed his eyes repeatedly making the tears that threatened to spill over just a second ago, nowhere to be found.

I flinched at his words. I knew how it felt losing a parent, that was strangely one of the many things we had in common. The thing is Harry didn't even get to meet his parent before her death, while I saw it happen right in front of me. I hated  how I was so secretive about the subject, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to bring the memories back.

''I know,'' I gave him a small smile, bringing my hand over his thigh and gently squeezing it. ''I'm exhausted,'' I whispered,

''I am too, once I get home I'm probably going to stuff my face in food and call it a day.'' I laughed at the statement but It couldn't be anymore true. The drive back to our houses seemed like it took hours, not only a few minutes.

We both got out of the car at the same time, Harry handing me the keys to my car. ''Uh, well I guess good night. I hope you sleep okay.'' Harry gives me a small smile, I could now see his deep sea green eyes that are now puffy and red. I didn't notice him crying in the hospital, I was too distracted with everything else going on. ''Are you okay?"

He nodded, ''Yeah, just a long day. See you tomorrow?"

''Okay.. Goodnight." I gulp, turning around back towards my house.

I made myself some brownies, to distract my mind from the events that took place today. I ate the whole batch within a couple of minutes  before brushing my teeth and heading to bed, too tired and lazy to take a shower. I'll take one in the morning, I remind myself.

I lay for about another hour, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. Everything that happened today came flooding into my mind again. Getting the phone call. Having to explain the situation to Harry. The dreadful car ride to the hospital, wondering if my mother was okay or not.

Before even thinking about what I was doing, I got up on my feet heading down the stairs and towards the door. Harry must be home right? He was there when we both went our seperate ways. I was positive that he was awake, tossing and turning, just like I was.  Three knocks on his front door before I took a step back and waited.

Nothing. A minute passed and I knocked another two times. Still nothing.  Was he asleep?

Curosity got the best of me when I walked around to his back yard, seeing that the light from his kitchen is still on. Maybe he's ignoring me? Why didn't he answer the door?

No, I'm overthinking this. He probably just wants some alone time because of what happened today. Just as I was about to turn around, I see a shadow stumbling through the kitchen.

''Harry?" I whispered to myself, It probably was. What the hell is going on? I arrived at his back door, knocking twice before pulling on the door handle praying that it is unlocked. My prayers have been answered when it pulls open.

''Harry?" I yelled, taking a step in the house that I have begun to fall in love and familiar with. My eyes looked around the  familiar kitchen, not seeing Harry in sight.

After looking around the living room, bathroom, every place possible, I found a figure in the hallway. A few seconds of staring at the figure, trying to figure out who it was, I realize It's Harry. Sitting down against the wall with his head in his hands, with a bottle of what looks like Whiskey sitting right next to him. ''Harry,'' I whisper, slightly jogging over to his direction. I was glad I found him, I was worried something had happened.