The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| XXVII

Chapter Twenty-Seven of 'The Boy In The Basement':

I've been questioning a lot of things lately. I don't know if I'm depressed, or I just need to rethink things over, and over again. For the past three days, that's all I've been doing. And, it's starting to kill my in the inside.

I haven't told Dad, nor Harry about it. Because, I really don't know what they could to to stop these thoughts. I've been sealed in my room for the three days that have been passing by strangely fast. Harry would come in and keep me company, or we'd just lay in each others arms until I end up falling asleep.

Dad has came in to check on me. I could see that he was starting to get concerned, but I shrugged it off like it was nothing. For his sake. I just need to think.

The first thing is what Dad said to Harry and I a few days ago. That if anything dangerous happens, that we'd be out in a instant. What if something does happen? I don't want to move out of the house. I'd miss Harry.

If that were to happen, though, I'm debating on keeping it from Dad, or telling him. If I keep it from him, we won't have to move, I'd just have to be more careful about things I do, and I'd have Harry. If I did tell him, we would be gone.

But would Harry come with us? Or is his soul locked away in that basement? Honestly, I don't know, and I'm quite scared to ask him. I wouldn't want him getting mad at me again, because I know that is a tough, and touchy subject for him.

Next: do I want to help Harry turn? Because, there is a high possibility of him making it, and him never returning. He did say that if I was there, he'd know he'd be able to make it. But we can't be for sure, and it's really hard to tale the chance. I'd probably never see him again, and that's be very hard on me. He is my only friend. The only true friend I have ever had, really.

And lastly, Dad and Mom. They had there meeting thing yesterday. Apparently it didn't start off well, and end well. Mom has already found another man. Who does that?! She just really pisses me off. Dad was so heartbroken, and Harry and I had to comfort him when he got home. He was a crying mess.

Now I have never seen my Dad cry before, so I wasn't really sure what to do. But Harry did. So I let him handle the situation. He actually helped my Dad. I think they are getting along just fine, probably more then fine.

Mom has been trying to contact me through my phone. I always read her messages, ignore them, and always reject her calls. She gets pretty upset about it, but I don't care. So, when I don't answer her, she starts blowing up my phone with texts messages saying this whole divorce was my fault. That's when I'd turn off my phone for the day.

There was a knock on my door. I looked up from my desk where I was drawing a butterfly on a big sheet of paper. "Come in," I said and looked back down, continuing to draw. "You okay, babe?" Harry's voice invaded my ears, and all thoughts flying around in my head.

I simply bobbed my head up and down, but didn't look at him. Harry sighed and I heard him plop down on my bed. I didn't care, I just went on with drawing.

"I hope you know that I am smarter then I look," I heard Harry say. I stopped drawing, and turned my head to look at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Harry chuckled. His left leg was dangling off the side of the bed, and his hands were folded back behind his head. He wast starring up at the ceiling, like it was something very interesting.

"I mean: I know you're not okay. Both your Dad and I are concerned. What's wrong?" he turned his head, and I turned my head too, looking down at my drawing. It wasn't too bad. I heard about this little shop down town called, "Malik's Drawing Shop" or something like that. Apparently this guy named Zayn Malik is a badass at drawing, and I was actually thinking about going down there to get some lessons. It'd be worth something, right?

"Nothing is wrong, Harry. I'm just trying to focus." I said, picking up the blue colored pencil. Harry chuckled. "Right." he didn't sound convinced. I shrugged it off.

Please talk to me, Alice. Your Dad is worried, and I promised him that I'd try to see what was wrong.

It warms my heart that Dad was worried, and Harry offered to see what was up. But, even if I did try to tell them what was wrong, they couldn't really do anything about it, you know? I just sighed.

"I've just been thinking a lot, lately." Hmm, that's not a bad start.

"About?" he dragged the word out. I stopped coloring, and turned my chair so that I was looking at him.

"About you, about the turning. About my Mom and Dad's divorce. About moving if something ever happens to me. I'm just. . . I'm just scared, Harry." It all came out so fast, I couldn't control it, the words took over my body and mind.

Harry slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Do you want to talk about it so it's not bottling up inside?" Harry offered hesitantly.

"Yes, I'd like to." I smiled. Harry smiled and got off the bed, and walked over to me. I had to tilt my head back just a bit to look at him. He was so tall.

Harry grabbed both of my hands and smiled. I interlocked out fingers together and smiled back. "How about we go to the tree house to talk?" he asked. I nodded, enjoying that offer very much. "Sure." I said.

"Okay." Harry tightened his grip on my hands, and I did the same back to him. He closed his eyes. "Close your eyes, and just picture the tree house, babe." he whispered. Not knowing what was going to happen, I did what I was told.

"Open your eyes, love." Harry whispered again. I slowly opened my eyes as Harry's grip on my hands loosened. I looked around us, and gasped. We just appeared in the tree house!

"Woah, did we just like, teleport?" I asked and looked around us again. Harry laughed. "No, remember? I'm still a ghost so I have the ability to transport." Oh yeah, duh. I forgot that he was still technically dead. He feels alive again.

"It just reminded me of when I was younger, whenever I'd fall asleep on the couch, the next morning I woke up, and I'd be in my bed. I always thought that I had the ability to transport places in my sleep." I blushed at the memory.

"Aww, that is cute." Harry grinned. I smiled. "So, let's start from the beginning." Harry said and sat down. I followed and took in a deep breathe, explaining everything to him.

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