Roads (Larry fic)

Chapter 1

I have attached a song that I think you guys should listen to when reading this chapter. Thanks xx

Enjoy...

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Harry's POV:

I watch one of the many raindrops race down my window, zigzagging it's way to the bottom. Taking an obscure route to its eventual oblivion, splashing at the window pane and merging with the water pooled there.

My sisters music blares from upstairs and it's making me sad for some reason. I can hear her singing along, quite badly may I say.

The pattering of the rain helps to somewhat drown it out, but it's still there. Each beat of the song echoing through the house.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind music. I love it actually. The rhythm normally makes me happy and I'll want to jump up and sing along, but recently I haven't really been feeling like myself.

I've never really had many friends. I have some people that I'll talk to and sit with at lunch in school, but they don't really even know anything about me. I think they just do it to be polite.

The repetitiveness of my life is suffocating me.
I see all those people on the tv out there loving life and having a great time with all their friends, and it fills me with this desperate longing and sadness that brings an ache to my chest.

I've always thought about running away. Not permanently, just for a while to clear my head.

But, whenever I get close to actually doing it, something or someone interrupts and then I wuss out all over again.

If I left, I don't even know who would notice first. I don't know where my dad is and my mum is constantly out with her new boyfriend.

Gemma, my sister is always out or round someone's house and if not, her friends would be here, upstairs with her in her room, blaring music.

I used to go chat with them for a bit when they came round. But now, not so much.

"Harry!" Gemma shouts, as she momentarily opens her door.

"Mum said there is leftover lasagne in the fridge for dinner!" And she's shutting the door again before she's even finished her sentence.

I sigh.

My arms are starting to cramp from having sat with my chin in my hands in front of the window for hours. And that desperation kicks in.

I can feel myself itching towards the door. Anticipating that moment when I'll jump up and run out.

I count down from three in my head every time, but when I get to one, I still don't move.

It's almost as if I'm waiting for that something to interrupt me and stop me from going, and I can't decide if that's a good thing. I don't want them to interrupt. But then, why haven't I gone?

My heartbeat increases and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

The rain continues to patter down.

My sisters music stops from upstairs and I hold my breath, waiting.

Not moving a muscle.

Counting down in my head.

I stare intently out the window. Glaring at the rain.

Waiting for that trigger to set me off.

The next song starts and in that first second that it does, I stand up, grab my coat off the hook and the wallet and keys off the side.

I open the front door and let the rain hit my face, shutting it behind me.

I walk up to my mums car and sit down in the drivers seat, revving the engine, heart still racing.

It's not until I'm pulling out of the driveway that I let out that breath I was holding and allow a small, halfway smile to flutter on my face.

Thanks! Don't worry, not every chapter is going to be as depressing as this.

Byeeee
-Blue