Harry's POV:
Some people need to watch where they are going instead of running like a fucking madman is chasing them. God, calm down Harry.
I guess I was a little mean to that chick but she is long gone now and I'm not one to chase down some random girl to say sorry.
I finished up my run until I got to a coffee shop. After ordering and flirting with the red head at the counter, I slipped her a five and my number.
I bet half of this shit hole town had my number after being here for only about 3 months, I thought as I walked out of the shop with cheap coffee on my breath. I hated this place but I didn't have that many options when I suddenly had to move from my mum and stepfather's home.
I found myself at the steps in front of my "home" and opened the door, half naked before the door was even closed. I slipped off my sweats after turning the water on to a shitty shower that came with this shitty house I am currently renting.
I grabbed my phone off the bed to check the time and my mum was calling. I quickly forwarded it, damn I needed to block her number.
I dropped my phone back into its original spot, taking off my boxers and got into the scolding shower.
The water seemed to numb me.
With each drop of water rolling off my back I felt more like myself-the old Harry, before I had to move from my hometown in England. I missed feeling so innocent.
Then it hit me, before I was blinded, ignorant. Now, I knew the truth. I would rather be a knowing douchebag than dumb fuck too oblivious to know I was being lied to.
I ran the soap over my hair as I contemplated my personality change and realised I'm glad everything happened because it made me open my eyes for once.
I jumped out of the shower remembering I had to be at Best Buy in less than an hour for my shift. I hated working there but just like my living space and practically everything else in my fucked up life, I didn't have much choice.
Lou's POV:
"Goddamnit Zayn, can't you just pick a channel." I scolded my roommate after he flipped through at least 10 television channels.
I looked from the tv to Zayn and noticed that his eyebrows were knit together, deep in thought.
He has been like this the past couple of months of me living with him. He would randomly just space out and I didn't know how to bring him back to reality so I left the room and ordered a pizza.
When the doorbell rang I walked out and on the couch was Zayn with the same expression on his face.
I paid the anxious man at the door and put some pizza on a plate and set it in front of Zayn and he looked up at me, his face back to normal and quietly thanked me.
After pizza, beer, and some television show I couldn't give a fuck about, I got up to go to bed but not before Zayn almost-silently whispered, "I'm so sorry." He did not speak to me, but to the crumbs on his plate.
The blank expression on his face haunted me while I got into bed but I forgot as I slowly drifted into sleep.
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I woke up in the pitch black room. I sat up and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark but they didn't. I touched my forehead with my hands and found the feeling of cloth wrapped around my head. I immediately ripped off the cloth and I was no longer in my bed.
I was sitting in a chair at the hospital. I slowly lifted my head and saw a crazed doctor performing some sort of surgery on a girl's stomach. The doctor turned to me, scarlet red on his hand and said, "You made her do it."
I opened my eyes and my chest moved up and down. It was just a dream I told myself as I noticed the sliver of light coming from the window.
A nightmare, my subconscious corrected me.
I got out of bed and started walking to the kitchen when I heard a pounding on the front door of the apartment.
I opened it to see a short girl with long dark hair, wearing jeans, boots, and a cut off.
Damn.
"Mail got switched up, here ya go." she said before turning on her heel and walking next door.
I stood there, dumbfounded, wishing she would come back until I finally closed the door, with the bill she just handed me in my hand.
