The Boy Next Door [On Hold]

Chapter 12

I inhale and knock on Harry's door.

"Coming!" Anne says from the other side of the door.

I wait for a second, and then Anne opens the door. She is wearing a floral shirt, white pants that have beige paint on the leg, and her hair is up in a bandana.

"Kourtney! What a surprise!" She says hugging me.

"Hey, Anne."

"What can I do you for?" She asks.

"I need to talk to you," I say nervously.

"Oh, of course. Come right in," She says as she holds the door open for me.

"Thank you," I say as I walk inside.

"Sorry, the place is a mess. I've been painting," She says wiping her hand on her forehead.

"Do you want some help?" I volunteer.

"If you would like to help, I'd appreciate it very much. We can paint and talk," She smiles.

"Sounds good," I say as I pick up a paint brush and start painting one of the walls that Anne told me to paint.

"So, what's on your mind?" She asks.

"Well, first off, I am so sorry for not cleaning your house for a few days. I've been so..preoccupied."

"It's okay, love. You don't have to do it if you don't want," She says.

"I do. I really do," I say.

"Okay, then you can start next week, how is that?" She asks.

"Sounds great," I smile.

"What else is on your mind?" She asks.

"Harry," I say and then go back to painting.

"What about Harry?" She asks as she takes a seat on a couch that is covered in plastic.

"He is just so..confusing," I tell her.

"Of course he is," She begins. "He lost his sister, who was his best friend in the entire world. They did everything together and when she passed away, a part of him did, too," She says as tears begin to fall down her face.

"I'm o sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," I say getting up to go and sit beside her.

"Honey, you didn't make me cry. I cry all of the time, because I miss my baby girl and even though I have my baby boy.. I miss him, too," She says wiping a tear off of her cheek.

"I am so sorry," I say as I give her a hug.

"Thank you, Kourtney. What else is going on with my Harry?" She asks.

"Well, the past few days, we have had so much fun; the mustard slide, he took me up on the roof to eat dinner and look at the stars, we went night swimming, we went to a party, and I drank and got sick..He gave me his shirt because I threw up on mine. Yesterday morning, I guess I said something about liking him, and he asked me about it. I said that I did have feelings for him and he admitted to having feelings too."

"And?" She asks.

"And..I said that I didn't like something about him.."

"What was that?" She asks eyeing me.

"I said that he needed to control his emotions. He freaked out and left."

She looks at me for a long moment and then speaks.

"Oh, Kourtney. Love, this is not my business to tell you, but he really does care for you. If you want to be with Harry, you need to be with him for all of him. Not just the bits and parts that you pick and choose to like about him."

"You are so right," I say wiping away a stray tear that was falling down my face.

"Do you want to be with him?" She asks me and I nod.

"He wants to be with you as well," She says. "He never stops talking about you," She smiles. He doesn't?

"Really?" I ask and she nods.

"Oh, yes. He talks about how beautiful you are and how he has never felt this with anyone else. He says you're something special and he even told me that he wished he wasn't bipolar so that he could control his emotions better," She says patting my hand.

"He's bipolar?" I ask. I don't even know why I asked that. She clearly just told me that he was.

"Yes. I have to go now, but we will talk about it later, if you wan.." She stops when she sees Harry in the door.

 "What's going on?" He asks with a hand in his pocket.

"Uh, nothing, dear. We were just talking," She reassures him.

"About me?" He asks as he walks upstairs.

"I'm gonna go talk to him," I tell her as I take a deep breath, and slowly climb the stairs.

I knock on his door, and there is no answer. I open his door, and he is sitting on his bed with headphones in.

"Harry?" I say as I take a step into his room.

He sees me, and takes out his headphones. "What do you want?" He asks, standing up.

"To talk to you," I say after a brief moment of silence.

"Well, I don't want you here," He says walking back and sitting on his bed.

"Please, Harr," He interrupts me.

"Just leave," He says angrily. I'm not going to let this get to me.

"Harry, I like you. Everything about you, and I should have.." He interrupts me, again.

"I don't like you. I only feel sorry for you," He spat. He doesn't mean it, does he?

"You don't mean that," I say as a tear escapes and falls to the floor.

"Oh, but I do," He says, now inches away from my face. "Bye, Kourtney."

I storm out of the room and downstairs.

"Kourtney, what's wron.." Is what I hear Anne say, before slamming the door and running home.

(A/N)- Hey guys!! I haven't updated this story in a loonnggg time, but I will now! Hope everyone is doing well. Also, if you guys have a minute, please be praying for Taylor Swift and her family. I don't know what I would do if I was in that situation. xx