How To Love Again. (Sequel to 5YIN)

-three-

  I woke up in disgust as I was forced to step over the trash on the floor of my dorm.. Our dorm. Jess was absolutely disgusting. And incredibly annoying sometimes I wish I would've just gotten an off campus apartment. 

"What are you doing?" Jess moaned as she sat up in her bed full of joints and empty red cups. You'd think she threw a party. No, she drinks at least five cups of vodka before bed every night along with smoking at least three joints. It gives her 'motivation'.

"Getting ready for class, Jess." I snapped as I pulled my shirt over my head and searched for my outfit that I picked out the night prior.

"Jess. Would you mind cleaning up a little? I can't really find anything." I almost vomited as I picked up a towel off the floor to find a used tampon on the floor.

"Naaah. Brandon will get it." She rolled back over and began drifting back to her deep drug enduced sleep. My curiousity over  Brandon grew as I rememebered him storming into our room the other night and then quickly left without a word. 

"Who is he anyway? Your boyfriend?" I questioned as I began gathering my things. I wasn't getting ready here. It was disgusting. 

She laughed.

"Boyfriend? Try my worst nightmare." With that, she fell asleep. 

I gathered my toiletry bag and my clothes and opened the door before quietly sneaking into the hallway. I began making my way down the long empty corridors. You'd think that people would actually be getting ready on time considering it was the first day.. But I guess it was just me.

I hummed to myself as I walked down the hall and stared at the floor beneath my feet intently. So many thoughts just swam around in my head. I had the worst feeling I'd do something awful on the first day. I'd embarrass myself and get kicked out of N.Y.U on the spot.. Which would be my luck. But what if that was meant to happen? I didn't feel like I was ready to leave home. I wasn't ready to take on a city all alone. This one especially. Awful thoughts of a broken dark haired ink covered boy flashed through my mind. Sending shivers through my already freezing body.

The hardly warm water harshly hit my body. I remembered this shower as somewhat nice.. But the past few days have been draining and I really wasn't sure of anything. I stopped the water and stepped out into the foggy room with my small towel clutched to my body.

"I heard you singing." A strange voice was present in the room. I jumped and clutched onto my towel as I looked at who I think was Brandon siting on the sink.

"What the hell? Why are you in here?" I backed up against the cold tile wall.

"I wander sometimes." He jumped down from the counter and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Brandon. Incase you were wondering." He stared at me intently. Without a smile, without any kind of look, really. I nodded at him and ignored him. 

He stepped closer to me and I tensed as I looked at the potential sociopath infront of me.

"You have a pretty voice." I still said nothing. 

He stepped incredibly too close for comfort as he looked right at my face. 

"When someone compliments you, you say thank you." He scowled and walked out of the room leaving me alone again. What the hell?

                                                                            *Harry*

I sat on the couch of my apartment and stared at the wall trying to think of the pointless shit I could do today. Lately, I walked around at night trying to do something other than laying in bed drowning in my thoughts that drove me fucking insane. 

"Babe?" Liz my girlfriend of nine months walked into the room wearing one of my t-shirts.

"Whats up, love?" I stood up and ran my fingers through her lengthy blonde hair as she stood infront of me. 

"Are you alright?" She slung her arms over my shoulders and played with the hair at the nape of my neck and I closed my eyes as relaxation fell over me. 

"Mmmhm. Why?" I questioned as I lifted her up and sat her on my lap as I sat down on the couch.

"You've been out of it again.." She looked at me worried. Like I was a broken child that needed constant nursing. Which I definitely was not. When she met me, I wasn't okay.. I'm still not. I have nightmares almost every night of looking into those tearful brown eyes that watched me walked away without choice. With cold crisp metal slapped over my wrists. I was silenced by people that didn't understand. And I miss her everyday. God it fucking hurts like hell. But I know that she's moved on.. And that's why I decided to. I couldn't spend my life waiting for a girl I was in love with almost four years ago to come back.. She wouldn't. I know that she's moved far far away from me..

"Yeah, I'm fine." I shrugged and kissed her forehead lightly.

"You don't sleep at night and your eyes are red. You don't have that color in your face. You look empty." She ran her hands over my arms.

"I don't want to lose you again." She whispered as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Shhh. You won't. I'm better now.. I promise." I comforted her as I reassured myself that the brunette girl I loved moved on and far away from me. I was here in New York. And only God knows where she could be.

 A/N: Hellllo. Sorry it's been almost a month since my last update! My computer is broken and I've been so busy I haven't been able to get to another. But here I am! I hope you liked this chapter. I know it's short and I'm sosososo sorry. But I'll try not to let the wait happen again. I love you all so much okay don't forget to vote! And comment and such. Okay bye!

-Abby