Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 32

this time the dedication resieving user is Hazzaiscutevp because the message you left on my message board about a week ago literally made my whole day, it still made my day today when i read it. also i already had one vote on my last chapter a minute after publishing it which made me smile too, because you read it the minute i posted it which made me feel like you really waited me to update which might not be true, but i am using "which" a lot and i will now stop.

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"Why did you start a fight with him?", Sydney asks. I groan as I flop down on the couch. It happened yesterday, can't we just drop it? I'm glad we are alone, my mother is somewhere, probably looking for an apartment.

"I had to get some frustration out", I mumble as she joins me on the couch.

"What are you frustrated about?"

"All this!", I say as I wave my hands in the air. "About my mum suddenly moving in with us after not talking to me for few years, about my job, my boss said if I don't shape up he will fire me, you being worried about me, and well... you!", I say and I see her face form a frown.

"Me?", she asks, her voice raising slightly. "How do I frustrate you?"

"Well just being you!"

Without another word she stand up and starts to walk towards her room. "Wait where are you going?" I ask. She doesn't answer, she just keeps walking. She opens the door and slams it closed after her. "Shit", I mutter under my breath and start walking towards her room as well. I don't go in, I just stay on this side of the door. "Sydney? I didn't mean it... like that. It's just I-"

Suddenly the door opens, furious looking Sydney is standing in the doorway, her other hand still on the door. She has changed her clothes. "What? "It's just" What?!", her voice is loud but I wouldn't say she's yelling.

I try to say something, anything really but I can't form a word. How fucking hard is it to say one little word? "If I'm so frustrating, why haven't you said it sooner?", she asks, her voice slightly cracking at the end. And she seems sad. And so she walks out of the apartment. I did it again.

Shit.

I don't follow after her, she's probably going over to Niall's. At least she's safe with him. I have to admit I don't want the two of them to hang out. But I would rather want her to hang out with Niall than Kenneth.

I go back to the couch, fall down on it so I am burying my head in the cushion.

"Harry?", a voice asks behind me. I quickly sit up but I am a bit disappointed as I realize it's my mother, not Sydney. "What is going on?"

"Nothing", I say but she doesn't seem convinced. She lifts her brow and sits down next to me. "Come on, spill it out"

I sigh before I open my mouth. "So I kind of told Sydney that I am frustrated, then she asked why. I told her all the reason and one of the reasons was her and she took it all serious and stormed out. She's mad for no reason!"

She hums, like she is thinking about something. "How does she frustrate you?"

"I-I really don't know. Just being there, in my presence and it's not that she annoys or angers me it just-"

"Does it frustrate you because you can't be with her?", she asks. I feel my eyebrows arch in confusion. "What do you mean?", I ask, turning my body towards her so I am now looking straight at her and not from the side.