Crazy • h.s.

"he doesn't deserve you,"

"I'm going over there..." I mutter quietly to myself as I lift my body from the couch and begin to make my way toward the door, phone tightly in my grip.

There was no response from Kendall so I guess she didn't hear me, thankfully. I wanted to talk to Harry. There was just something that made me want to go talk to him, I guess to find out what he had said to Chris.

"Sid... Where are you going at this hour? It's almost ten o'clock on a Sunday night," Kendall asks looking over at me, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Somewhere, I'll be back in a bit," I mutter softly as I look back at her while I stand by the door. I even grab my light jacket off the hook because it got chilly at this time of night. This weather was very unpredictable, it was insane.

After I slip my feet into a black pair of converse that were sitting by the door, most likely Kendall's, I am out the door. I soon begin to make my way down the street we lived on. At this time of night, being around ten, I'm actually happy that Chris never came back, at least not too soon. I bet he was still out with his friends getting drunk at a party. That's a slight glimpse at the crazy life at university minus all the course work.

As I continue to make my way down the dimly lit street thanks to the street lamps, I immediately catch a glimpse of his big Tahoe that was parked in front of a house. It was Harry's car that I saw earlier when he was stalled off to the side while I was walking home with Kendall. There was just one thing I was still unsure of though, how he was staring at me, it seemed like he was watching me.

What did this boy even want from me, anyhow? Did he want to get me alone and sleep with me? I guess I'll find out soon enough what he wanted. All I really wanted to know was what he had said to Chris because for all I know, he could be lying.

As I make my way down the street, the street lamps lighting my path, I can't help but be thankful it wasn't pitch dark outside. I wasn't too fond of being in pitch darkness let alone in huge hoards of people at a party let alone a concert. It made me claustrophobic and scared me quite bad, it really did.

I soon approach the porch and climb up the steps that led to the door. It didn't seem like hardly anyone was home because the place was barely lit up inside. I walk across the creaky porch to the door and knock harshly a few times on the big wooden door that was before me. You could obviously tell someone was there because there was a light on from what I could tell as I looked through the small window.

After I stood there a few minutes, the door opens. A dirty-blond haired lad with brown eyes stood there, and a good mate of mine named Claire was beside him.

"Hey Sidney! What are you doing here?" she piped up as she looked at me, a warm smile on her face.

"Hey! I...uh...is Harry here? I um...need to talk to him," I say as I look over at the boy who stared at me with curious eyes. He nodded his head.

"Yeah, he is. I'll uh...get him for you," he trails off with a small smile and slowly begins to head for the stairs. He grabs hold of the railing and yells something up toward wherever Harry was. I take a step inside so Claire could shut the door.

"I think he'll be down in a few," the guy replies taking a step toward where I stood next to Claire. "Sid, this is Braden, he's friends with Harry and their housemates," she introduces him to me.

"Nice to meet you," I say with a small smile as I shift my gaze to the wood covered floor below our feet.

"You too," he responds with a nod.

I am soon taken by surprise as Claire grabs hold of my arm and leads me into the living room. While we sit and wait for Harry, I get to know Braden a bit better. After a few minutes I look up to be met by a dark pair of green eyes staring back at me.