• j a d e •
the ride back to harry's was silent, the air thick with a tension that could be cut with a knife. i didn't know what to say, and neither did harry by the sounds of things.
when we got back to harry's, he didn't open my door like he usually did, but he stalked away from the car and straight up the pathway to his house. it was dark, you could hear owls and i was scared.
he didn't close the door on me, however. he left it open, still taking his shoes and coat off in the hallway. once that was done, he went straight upstairs, leaving me alone in his house with just myself and my thoughts.
i locked the front door and made sure the back door was locked too, before lighting a candle to help me get up the stairs in the dark. whilst going to put the candles back in the drawer, they fell to the floor, and i cursed at my clumsiness.
bending over to pick them up, i lose my balance and fall into a door, accidentally opening it by pressing down on the handle to keep myself up. i breathe out a sigh of relief when i realise that i didn't break anything, except a candle or two that snapped in half after the fall.
i brush myself off and pick the candles up, putting the ones still in tact in the drawer, and the broken ones in the bin in the kitchen.
on my way back to go upstairs, i notice that i didn't close the door correctly. it was the door under the stairs, next to the paintings that harry collected. it was the only room in the house that i'd never been in, and harry made me swear that i would even try let myself in.
i wasn't one to go behind someone's back, so i shut the door before my curiosity could get the better of me. it didn't look too interesting anyway, just a stone staircase that looked to have needed a good clean.
picking up my bag in one hand and holding the candle in the other, i manage to get myself upstairs in one piece. harry would usually help me, but he was having a bitch fit at this point so there was no use asking for him.
i see him with his back to me, sat on his bed, shirtless. i shake my head, angered as i storm into his room. i dump my bag on the floor, but he doesn't even flinch.
fuck you, then.
i take out my toiletry bag and take the candle into the bathroom to freshen up before bed. taking a makeup wipe i rub away the failed attempt to conceal my bruises, and the pencil i used to fill in my brows, because not everyone has perfectly full eyebrows. i then brush my teeth and hair, putting it into a ponytail to keep it out of my face whilst i sleep.
the last thing in the small bag stares back at me with a vengeance. i stare back as a wave of drowsiness hits me, contemplating whether i should or should not just put everything back in the bag and leave them at the bottom.
but, i shake my head. i can't do that. popping out two of the pills, i fill a cup that harry keeps in here full of water. bringing the capsules to my mouth, i pop them both in and take a big gulp of water. my eyes sting with tears and my eyebrows furrow, but as hard as i try they just won't go into my system.
i can't swallow them, they keep getting stuck in my throat. after multiple attempts and with the water now all gone, i spit the pills into a bit of tissue and throw it in the bin.
fuck it, i'll be fine.
