Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 42 : Insecurities

Melanie

"I think that's the last box."

After a two suffocating and uncomfortably silent trips back and forth from my former dorm room to Harry's house, Harry, Vitani, Yovann and I finally had the privileged to admit and admire our successful job of safely transporting my belongings to Harry's house. I suppose I'm allowed to call Harry's house (or mansion better said) my home as well from now on. It felt strangely peculiar calling Harry's house my home. All I am certain of is that where ever Harry takes me, as long as I'm with him, I'm home. Harry is my home.

Not long after we made it back to Harry's place did Yovann think to call up an uber to take him back to his dorm, claiming he had an overdue five page essay to complete which he's adamant on finishing by tonight. Understandingly so, I allowed him to go. Of course, like any other friend would, I attempted to convince to stay for a while longer, but I refused to pressure him once he declined my offer. I know his studies should always come first and I mustn't get in the way knowing he's well on the road to success.

The house wasn't as hallow now that there are large and heavy sturdy cardboard boxes crowding the living room, however, it was significantly missing the two males who live in it. Not only is the presence of the four year old, energetic toddler who would normally rush to greet me abundantly absent, but the toddlers father is also nowhere to be seen.

I came to the conclusion that there wasn't any reason for me to dwell on Juniors whereabouts so I decided to put a rest to my mild worries. If he isn't with Harry's mom then it's Samira's day of the week to look after him. Considering Harry's rather placid and grim mood this afternoon the latter isn't that much of a reach, in fact, it would explain a lot.

The dilema that always seem to haunt Harry is that he isn't an expert at dealing with his emotions let alone maturely handling them, he's simply a master a temporarily concealing them until they eventually become too much for him to endure. When anger posses him he lashes out to the first person in sight, which is quite scary. Instead of throwing an agitated hysteria for inviting not one but both of my friends to his house this evening without consulting it with him first, he's actually been mysteriously quiet and it's rather worrying.

I allow another twenty minutes to roll by and they seem to be gone in a flash as I sit next to my unexplainably gorgeous and charismatic friend, Vitani. As much as I enjoy being in Vitani's presence talking about anything and everything, Harry's prominent disappearance was beginning to trouble me as I suspected he might be up to no good.

The sun has since dawned and has been replaced by the round, glowing moon. The once bright blue sky is now a dark navy as creatures lurk behind the shadows of the night and I can't help but think Harry might be joining the rebels who creep around at night, taking advantage of what nights are initially made for: bad decisions.

"Where did your boyfriend go?" Vitani soon ponders as she too has taken notice of the sudden absence of my boyfriend.

Certainly he couldn't have gone far. I haven't heard a single door open or shut since the moment we got here, he must still be indoors.

Worrisomely, I furrow my dark brows as I allow my brown eyes to scan the room Vitani and I currently are sheltered by in hopes to find clues of my boyfriends whereabouts. "I actually don't know." I honestly respond in a soft, concerned tone.

I rise to my feet in order to begin my mini quest in search for Harry as Vitani remains comfortably seated. "Last I can recall I think he was headed for the kitchen." Vitani informs me.