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Chapter Two

"Wake up! We have to get ready"

I felt the force of the pillow against my already aching head. Groaning I lifted it to look at the clock.

9:45.

"Get up! We have to be there by 11. Where's your tie. I've ironed your pants and shirt"

"I'm not going" I rolled over pulling the blankets back over my head.

"You're not serious?" When I didn't make any effort to get up he realized I was. "After what's happened; It's the least you could do"

I flung the blankets off my head, cutting my eyes in his direction. "What's that supposed to mean?" My tone was clipped and much harsher than I intended.

"It means your best friend died three days ago. Her mom is waiting for us at the church. You're the only thing she has left. You're like a son to her. If you don't show up who's going to help her through this?"

"Help her? I'm the reason she's dealing with it."

"That's not true. You couldn't have stopped it from happening. The police confirmed it was inevitable, Harry. Stop bitching out and get dressed"

Inevitable. What a load of bullshit.

"Get dressed!"

He threw my pants at me and the shirt he just ironed.

"Is she coming?"

"Who?"

"Saylor.."

"I don't even know who that is" he shrugged fixing his tie.

"She was the other girl in the car with us" I hadn't seen or spoken to her since the accident. I remember her telling me everything would be fine, but after that she was gone.

"I don't know, Harry. Please get up though"

I groaned in response, swinging my legs off of the bed. If I had to go I was going to make it known how much I didn't want to be there.

Once I was dressed to my standards, I walked out into our living room.

"Harry, tuck the shirt in and where is your tie?"

"I'm not wearing the fucking tie. Okay? I'm going. That should be good enough"

I shoved my wallet and phone into my pockets. Liam was one of the few people I had gotten close to after moving to the states. He was from England also, Wolverhampton to be exact. I was from Cheshire. He followed me down the hall to the elevator. Neither of us said anything on the ride down.

"How much did you drink last night?"

"I don't want to talk about it"

"Too much would of been the correct answer. I had to drag you to your room. You were asleep in the bathroom when I got home"

"I don't remember that" I shrugged.

"Exactly. You need to slow down on the alcohol"

"You need to mind your own business" I pulled out my phone checking the time.

"We have time. It's only about a mile away. How's your head? I can barely see the cut"

"It's fine" I ruffled my hair with my fingers to cover the wound. It wasn't too bad, but if people saw they would put two and two together, surly.

I chose to keep quiet on the rest of the drive over. Liam played some shitty mix he had made a while back. I'd heard the same playlist every time I got in his car, the last few times. I wanted nothing more than to cut his aux cord in two just to enjoy some peace and quiet. Hannah would of understood.