Something Special {H.S.}

32: The Day After Tomorrow

3 weeks later (don't kill me lol)

Harry avoids any and all conversation with me. He still sleeps in the same bed with me and cuddles with me at night, but during the day it's like I'm invisible.

That night when I finally asked him about the mysterious woman, he completely shut down and refused to answer. In the morning, his side of the bed was cold just as his attitude would be in the weeks to come.

I don't know why he's punishing me for wanting to know about someone who was is an important part of his past, by the way he's acting. I didn't think we had anymore big secrets to reveal to each other, but I guess I was wrong.

The first couple of days after I asked about her, I was sad and moped around at being so abruptly brushed off, but then I gained some clarity. Why not hone all of my confused frustrated anger into doing something productive?

So, I began intense training with Zayn and Louis.

I mean, channeling all of my feelings into beating someone to a bloody pulp is the healthy thing to do, right? And Louis may act foolish sometimes, okay all the time, but he's a damn good shooter. I know how to shoot, but Louis is just improving my shot. Zayn specializes in jujitsu, taekwando, and other rigorous fighting techniques that he has learned over the years, so he's teaching me everything he knows.

Zayn has a target dummy way out in the woods away from his house that Louis and I have been practicing on, while me and Zayn practice hand to hand combat in the basement.

Roxy has pretty much left me alone ever since that first night here, and I thought Daria would too, but it's quite the opposite. She hangs out with me more than anyone, and it makes me happy that she still sees me as her friend.

Josie and I have gotten pretty close as well and I now consider her as a friend. It is kind of hard to be around her, pregnantly happy and all, but her beautiful personality outshines my selfish discomfort.

The only thing that hasn't changed is Liam. Liam barley eats, and constantly stays in his room. Everytime I attempt to talk to him, he shuts me out. I don't know what else I can do to help him and I feel like I'm losing him as well. To what, I don't know.

Despite Harry acting like a grade A asshole, he planned my mother's funeral when I was unable to, and tomorrow is the day we are going to bury her remains. My mother never really had any friends that I knew of, so it's just going to be us. I tried to ask Liam if maybe his parents could come but he blankly told me that it was out of the question.

I wasn't angry at that because look what happened to my mom just by me being associated with The Pythons. He's clearly thinking about the saftey of his own parents first and I don't blame him for that at all.

Fast forward to now and I'm laying in bed with Harry. He's asleep and he thought I was asleep when he got in, but I've never been more wide awake in my life.

With all of the training and upsetting feelings I've been experiencing lately, I pushed the thought of my dead mother to the back of my mind. But now that her funeral is tomorrow, it's all crashing down on me and I can't sleep.

"Harry?"

My voice sounds small in the silent room and I hate that I'm being weak but I don't care how pissed he is at me, I need him.

"Harry are you asleep?"

He doesn't answer. He doesn't even move. I breathe out heavily, giving up and stare blankly at the ceiling.

"Not anymore."

His voice is gravelly and a bit loud, but it's the first time he's properly spoken to me in weeks and I only feel happiness.