SHORT STORY
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maybe thankyou's aren't enough
all scenarios/chapters (until the end) are based off things that have happened to me/i've done, or things i've seen so pls don't think these situations are far fetched:))
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harry stood in the cold right outside his front door, his mum didn't mind that he smoked.
"i don't like it but you're 17 now, and i was doing the same at your age"
she said he could do it out of his window if it was cold or raining, but he always went outside, he was just so kind.
he could feel the air biting at his skin, like a relentless dog.
his neighbour's window was open, he liked looking at the other houses in his street and imagining what was happening inside of each one.
it made him sad to look at that house though, he loved his neighbour's, but he knew that the mum was struggling with her sobriety. and she didn't really know how to cope with her two kids.
he babysat for them often.
he could hear shouting through the open window, she was begging her son to stop crying.
it broke his heart.
he contemplated for a moment, looking down at the only half done cigarette between his fingers.
he didn't have to think about it for long, he looked back at their open window.
"please, stop fucking crying for one minute i'm trying to find your dummy but you lost it. please your brother's asleep stop"
he flicked the cigarette away, before walking up their front path and knocking on the door.
she answered it with the toddler struggling in her arms, who immediately squealed and reached for harry as soon as he saw him.
"sorry, i heard crying and i was wondering if there was anything i could do to help"
the house smelled of weed, the dad must've been home.
he stayed until way after his bed time looking for the dummy, while the mum went to make herself some tea. he occupied the child with ease, putting on the telly and giving him his favourite teddy, he had a good memory.
he found the dummy under the bed, giving it to the sleepy boy and picking him up to get him in his pyjamas.
"thankyou so much harry i don't know what i would've done without you"
"it's fine, i love spending time with you guys. how are you feeling?"
"i'm getting there, thankyou so much again, i'd pay you for your time if i had any money"
"it was my pleasure, thankyou for having me"
he left quietly, trying not to wake up her kids or her boyfriend. he walked over towards his house, he could see the remains of his cigarette in the glow of the street light.
he let a sigh leave his lips before bending over and picking it back up, he lit it and continued looking around at the houses as if he never went anywhere. his eyes landed on his neighbour's house again, and he watched the kitchen light go out.
he smiled, a sense of accomplishment filling his chest.
