Teenage Runaway

Chapter 10

Once Louis got back up, thanks to the bartenders help, Andrew was forced to leave.

"Are you alright?" Liam asked Louis. I heard the tiredness in his voice after he tried to pull Andrew and Louis apart, but he obviously couldn't. Liam patted me on the back to signify we were leaving.

"It was nice to see you again, Harry." Andrew said before leaving. He stumbled out the doorway. We made sure he called for a cab, but he's not the person I once thought he was, so who knows what the fuck will happen to him.

When he left, Louis did as well. And shortly after Liam finished his beer, so did we.

"So how was it for you?" Liam said as we got into the car.

"It was less awkward than I thought it would be I guess. I just want to go home now." Which was the truth, but I also wish Kel didn't leave, and Andrew didn't become an alcoholic frat boy. But once Liam got into the driveway of his house I forgot all about Kel and Andrew and focused on Sophia's baking.

"Harry, hi! How was it?" She placed the dinner she made on the table.

"It was good." I said.

"Louis and Andrew got into a fist fight, but other than that it was alright." Liam explained.

"Well, dinner is ready if you're ready for it." Sophia said.

"Why did you make dinner?" Asked Liam.

"Well I thought since Harry was back it would be a good welcome home thing."

I felt really guilty that she made this for me.

"I don't feel too well," I said, "I think I'll just go to bed."

"It's only eight thirty." Liam gestured to the clock.

"I know but I'm tired and I just need some sleep." Sophia's cooking smelt real well but I knew if I ate anything right now I would throw up. Not because of me being sick, because I wasn't sick at all. It's just a nervous reflex I think I have. Sometimes when I feel like shit and all I can do is sleep to make it better, if I eat I can barely hold it down.

I want so badly to eat whatever the hell she made, I already know it will taste good, but how am I supposed to enjoy something if all I can do right after is throw it back up.

When I was little my mom took me to a doctor for it because I lost so much weight. This was around the time I was fourteen. We realized I was nervous because when we moved, and I didn't have a reason to be constantly pissing my pants out of fear, I was able to hold down my food twice as better than before.

When I went to my room I noticed I accidentally left the lights on when I left, so that made me feel even more guilty. I wasted more of their money, but I doubt they give a shit since I know how much Liam makes, and it's a fuck ton more than the average class.

I turned the light off and laid on my bed gently. The whiskey from earlier sat inside me and I could feel it when I took harsh movements, that's when my stomach really felt shitty. It wasn't anything to complain about though.

And once I thought of complaining my mind instantly jolted to Alexandra, wondering what she was doing.

Should I call her? Or should I just leave it. She's probably getting ready for bed or something, eating late night ice cream or watching over Viola maybe.

I decide to call her anyway, but just to check up. It's not too late either.

When the phone started ringing I regretted the decision, but before I could do anything about it, she answered.