Thursday morning comes and I have managed to clean up the rest of my apartment, making it look like no one has ever came in here and robbed it. Broken fragments of the night are running through my head. Harry ended up driving me home last night, not much conversation was said after the kiss. Only little comments and fill ins of words. It was pretty much silent, but it wasn’t awkward I would say it was more comfortable. Just being in his presence and not worrying about everything going on at the moment was relaxing. It was nice not to worry for a while, just to let everything go and not remember the events that have happened.
But I was soon reminded that life isn’t calm and fun when I got back to my apartment. I have reminded myself to remind myself to email my photography teacher about the accident and how I am now without a camera. I don’t know what I am going to do, I could fix it or buy a new one. But either way I know I need to start saving again.
I finish off getting ready for the morning, placing my locket around my necklace that hangs down on my white t-shirt. (Outfit on the side) I don’t know what Roxy is going to say about me not showing up to work yesterday, but I hope for my sake she understands and doesn’t fire me. I know I’m going to have to lie and tell her there was a family emergency, which she will probably believe. But then I have to deal with Lea. I know she will catch on that harry and I were away on the same day, but I just hope she doesn’t realise we were together. Because god knows how that’s going to end up.
I also realise I am going to have to deal with Zayn as well. I obviously need to thank him for practically trying to save my butt yesterday while Harry stayed quite for some unknown reason. I think it will be harder to talk to him now because I know what his real occupation is, but I shouldn’t let it bother me considering I didn’t let it bother me with Harry. I understand what they do is bad, very bad actually. And I am definitely not trying to make up excuses in my head to defend him. But it’s my personal opinion that I cannot judge him, and that no one should judge him. I think it has to do with my past experiences my views on situations like these. Because I know how much people’s opinions can have an effect on you, even when they don’t know you at all. If anyone gave myself a chance to get to know them, I guarantee the amount of bullying I received would have been cut down. And that’s the exact same with Harry, I cannot judge him on what I have heard until I know him. Until I know more about him and the person he really is. That’s why I have stayed with him, because in the past 2 days I have started to see who he really is. Who the real Harry is, the boy who has been trapped inside of him since he was 15, screaming for another life, another way out of this world.
I am starting to understand why he is, who he is. Starting to comprehend how his past pains are reflecting on the man he has grown to be.
I grab my phone off the kitchen bench along with my handbag that is hanging over the stool. Making my way out of the apartment, I make sure I lock it behind me. I don’t want another re-enactment of what happened the other night. Ever again.
Once I step into the hallway I am greeted by Drake walking towards the elevator. Shit. I probably do need to apologize to him. Because last time I was with him, I snapped at him for trying to tell me what to do. He was in the wrong, trying to act like my dad. But I shouldn’t have snapped at him. He brought me into his home and looked after me for the night when I was in my most vulnerable stage. And for that I should have been thanking him, not yelling at him.
“Drake, wait up!” I yell down the hall, trying to think through what I am going to say to make up for my bad behaviour.
His head turns around quickly and his eyes look blood shot, almost like he hasn’t been sleeping…
“Harmony…” He says quietly as I rush up to meet him. I stop In front of the elevator where he is now standing.
“Look about the other night…” I begin but he cuts me off.
