Perspective

Chapter Forty Three.

"I've been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks."

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HARRY'S P.O.V.:

Just fucking call her you bell end.

She said it's fine.

It's fine. This is fine.

It's only been five days since you've seen her and it's not like you've called her every night hanging on every word she says waiting for her to finally say she can see you.

Oh wait.

You have. That's exactly what you've done you needy twat.

At least I know she's not avoiding me now.

She still has our pig, she still wants to see me.

There's something different with Drew now though, it's like things have shifted and while she still has me feeling like a donkey chasing a carrot on a string being dangled in front of it, she actually talks to me now.

I mean genuinely talks to me.

She's spoken about her mother, the situation she's in. It sounds fucking awful, I have no idea why she puts up with it, and I also couldn't understand why she sounded so... insecure when she would talk about it.

She'd brush it off and say it's fine when it's clearly not. I admire the strength she has to deal with all of that, I wouldn't be able to handle half the shit that she does.

Is she worried I'd judge her? I'd never do that. I've been trying to convince her to let me come over but she always says she never knows what kind of night her mother will have.

I told her it wouldn't bother me, but I don't think she believed me.

I feel like such a fucking tosser though, I'm getting jealous that Frankie gets to see her so often, when he goes to pick up Gizmo. I know he's Drew's best friend but still.

Normally I'd just tag along regardless of what Drew said but these days I'm actually scared of her telling me to fuck off and genuinely mean it. Well more than she's meant it before.

She doesn't even come to pick Gizmo up anymore, Frankie drops him off, and while my paranoia had me thinking a while ago it was because she was avoiding me. It turns out things have been getting worse with her mother.

Drew also spoke to me more about that fucking knob head of an ex boyfriend of hers, he sounds like such a prick. She deserved so much better.

If I dated him I'm sure I'd swear off dick as well.

It's also been two weeks since I stayed the night at her house and we almost slept together, nothing has happened since aside from kissing when I took her to see the place I'm thinking of turning into a salon.

I think I may very well losing my mind over it.

Like I'm not saying I just want to see her for sex. It's not that at all, I like her company... well, more than like it. I can't explain what being around her is like, because at first I was just fascinated and now I feel completely enthralled.

I know nothing lasts, but I kinda catch myself thinking sometimes I wish it would with her.

People always leave in the end, so it's better to save yourself the heartbreak and don't give them the chance in the first place.

I'll just enjoy it while it lasts.

I keep waiting for it to end, that moment I have with everyone where the excitement is gone and I just become painfully bored. It hasn't happened yet though. Frankly, I can't see it happening, because I know I've barely scratched the surface with what she keeps trapped in that mind and I'm already hooked.