Moving on with you (complete)

Three

I hadn't left the flat in a week and I think the others are clocking on to it. Especially cal. I feel like a let down to him in comparison to his busy lifestyle, and that of his friends. I really need to get a job, cal agreed to pay my rent until then but I don't want to test his patience especially now he's housing this roof above my head. I haven't worked in 4 months and it shows, my savings are fading away and my motivation to work is non-existent. Everyone understands though, especially since Alex.

I laid back on my bed and sighed, feeling my lungs deflate. A tear slipped my eye, I ignore it as my mind races. The curtains hung open allowing the city lights to explore my bedroom. I pulled the picture of me and Alex down from the wall, i felt the pain in my heart strike again. As if someone had their hand in my chest I moaned quietly. Tears now bursting from my eyes. I couldn't hold back the thoughts of hate I felt towards Alex for leaving. "I fucking hate you, and I fucking hate that you still occupy my thoughts. Why did you have to go." I whimpered to myself. I look over at the clock to see the final minutes of the day approaching. I wanted to punch the wall and scream knowing another day had passed.

Crying in a house or two is very different to crying in a flat of 4, a good example of why would be the bedrooms being right next door to each other. A small knock on the door let me know it wasn't cal, he's not that polite. "Yeah?" I said, desperately wiping my eyes.

"It's harry, am I alright to open the door?" He asks. "One moment." I took the opportunity to look at myself in the mirror. The darkness of my room seem to hide the redness of my under eyes. I called for him to come in and slowly the door opened, his head and upper body popping round the corner, almost like he was checking if it was safe.

"I thought this was a good idea but now I see how awkward it really is. I could hear you were upset and I wondered if you wanted me to go wake up cal?" He asked. "Oh no, I'm fine seriously." I stuttered.

"Are you sure?" He said, the doubt obvious in his voice. I looked down to avoid eye contact, catching sight of the picture. "No." I said burying my head in my hands. My body shook as I cried. I felt the bed dip as Harry sat on my bed. "Cal will be fine, I can go get him." He said again.

"Please don't, I don't want cal worrying about me." I pleaded. "Should he be?" He said sympathetically. "No, he doesn't understand. No one does. It's a horrible thing to go through and everyone acts like they know. But they don't. They have no clue what it's like. It hurts." I wiped away the tears.

"Can I ask what happened?" This is getting deeper than I expected.

"My partner Alex. We met when we were 17, changed my life when we started dating. 3 years we were together. I thought we'd spend our lives together and now I'm alone." I did a pathetic laugh at the end.

"Why did you break up?" He asked.

"We didn't." Harry looked at me, his face changing with confusion. "Alex's car was hit by a drunk driver 4 months ago. I couldn't even bring myself to go to the funeral."