Wonderwall

Chapter 5

I sit on the edge of the bath tub. Sobs wrack through my body as the party still goes on, along with the ache of knowing he cheated on me.

We had the best trust in our relationship. We were like a strongly built house. The foundation was our honesty and trust in each other, but now it's like a wrecking ball came through and smashed our house into pieces. The foundation has given out and the structure has crumbled into a heap of shatter pieces.

How could he go behind my back and act like nothing was ever happening?

A soft knock at the door brings me to my feet. I throw the many tissues in the garbage brush my hair through with my fingers before peeping the door open. The party has dulled down a lot since what had happened.

I open the door further to find Jackson's beaten face staring back at me. "Audrey can we please talk?" He frowns. I push past him into the smaller crowds of people, completely ignoring him.

"Audrey!" He calls after me.

"Don't talk to me." I growl at him. "Ever again." With that I leave him and head into the living room. Some people leave as I come in but I try not to take that offensively. I sit myself in the very corner and curl into a ball. My sadness does it's best to drown out the music and peoples voices but it only brings the depression on further.

People pass by, couples countlessly sit awkwardly close to me during their intense make out sessions, but all I do is sit and stare at the wall like some freak. I have nothing better to do, by now if probably be sleeping, sadly my house is filled with hormonal drunk teenagers and I can't seem to get them to leave. My only therapy is to ignore.

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I feel the warmth of the sun on my face as I slowly wake up. I groggily sit myself up. Now the house is completely empty, except the beer bottles red cups and other items that coat the floors. A noise from the kitchen startles me, and I turn to find Harry mindlessly sweeping up garbage. "Bout time you woke up." I can already tell by the tone of his voice, he's not in a good mood. "I can't clean all this shit up myself!" He glares over at me. I quickly get up and stretch my arms out before grabbing the spare broom and helping him.

"I don't need your smpathy." I tell him. His hair has seemed to have flattened a little bit as if he's slept on it.

"I know." He replies slightly look up at me. "And I don't. I just have nothing better to do." He winks. I find myself laughing along with him though he's on of the people I should be avoiding right now.

"Why'd you tell me about Jackson?" I ask him. I set the broom down and direct my attention to Harry. He stops sweeping and looks up at me blankly.

"I knew that question coming.." He exhales while scratching at the back of his neck. I shrug in response and sit myself up on the kitchen counter. Being here with Harry has somehow lessened the pain in my chest, now it's just a dull ache.

"That dick had it coming." He glares at me. Harry picks up his broom and continues to sweep the semi-cleaned floors.

"Dammit!" I curse loudly when I remember that my mom is suppose to be home. I rush over to the couch and pick up my phone that' s been stuffed in between the cushions. I click my power butter on and wait patiently as it turns itself back on. "C'mon!" I groan before it finally turns on. Thankfully there's a message from her saying

*Surgery ended really late last night so I stayed Kevin's house- will be back around twelve*

"Thank god!" I huff and fling myself back against the couch. I turn to look at Harry who is already glaring my way. I stand up and finish helping him clean the rest of the house until finally it's back to normal.