Georgia||h.s.

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Harry

The next morning hit me like a train passing through a subway station. I was in nothing but my boxers, my phone laid dead on the nightstand next to me, and my hair felt like a greasy mess.

"Fuck!" I groaned loudly into my pillow as I thoroughly stretched out.

I listened to my body pop here and there as I embraced the throbbing headache until I grew nauseous. All of a sudden it just felt like I was on a boat. Like my house had been dropped in the middle of the ocean, to just sit there afloat and rock me back and forth senselessly.

I struggled to get up quickly as I ran over to the bathroom across from my room. With my body thrown over the toilet I hurled even more than I did last night.

Tears naturally clouded my vision since my body was convulsing so much. That, and violently throwing up from getting too fucked up made me, even though I hated to admit it, emotional. It made me wonder what made me want to get to that state of mind. More so importantly why I kept getting myself to that point...

I wiped my running nose and gathered up the pungent taste in my mouth. I let out a short groan as I momentarily reflected what the hell I was doing with my life before finally getting up. I spit the remains of throw up in the bowl and flushed the disgusting mix down the toilet.

After I had emptied out my entire stomach I went to charge my phone. It was so dead that it would take some time to even turn on, so I decided to shower while it charged.

I could barely remember anything except Ellie in my grasp. Good thing my father was most likely too wrapped up in some other woman's sheets, or he would've killed the moment

I remember the feeling in my stomach while downstairs with Ellie. Her soft skin was something I couldn't shake off of my lips, and she always smelled of coconut and vanilla. It was a warm scent that just made me wanna eat her right on the spot any time it coursed my nose.

I didn't do that though.

Instead, I scared her by having an outburst that I knew wasn't called for, yet couldn't stop myself from doing. By that point, the alcohol wasn't controlling anything. I was ironically reluctant Ellie saw how messed up I had gotten myself, or I'd have nothing to blame.

As I stood in the shower I let the stream of water pour from my soaked hair. I had to have been standing under the shower head for at least ten minutes lost in my thoughts. I couldn't shake the feeling I got when around Ellie.

It was like seeing happiness in human form. She had a bright aura that allured me more than anyone else. She played her good girl role religiously, quite literally. To seal the deal were her parents not liking me, despite never meeting me- typical.

I loved how she knew she wasn't supposed to be with me, yet, somehow we were always around each other.

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Ellie

"Oh yeah I'm just stalking my neighbor through his bedroom window, don't mind me," I answered out loud to myself as if someone were asking me.

I had been sitting at my desk since nine this morning. I was partially doing my homework, but mainly waiting to see some figure of Harry.

I felt pretty lousy after leaving him so abruptly last night, but glad I did because I could tell some foreseen events would've killed me with regret.

After I got home for good and returned to my room, about five minutes later my parents woke up. I could hear them move from the couch to their room, of course not with out checking on me first.

It took me a while to fall asleep after that. I was uncomfortable because I couldn't shower so every touch Harry put on me still felt fresh. I didn't wanna shower and risk my parents hearing, so I decided to wait.

To add to my sleeping troubles, I laid awake worrying about Harry. After his outburst I knew he shouldn't have been alone, but I left him anyways.

I was worried he'd sleep on his back and choke on his own vomit, or that he'd hurt himself doing something simple that sober him could do easily.

My leg anxiously bounced as I chewed my eraser tip while staring at their house. It bothered me that I couldn't just go over there and check on him either.

My prayers, hopes, and wishes were put to rest when I finally saw him.

There in the window was Harry half naked again. A royal blue towel barely clung onto his thin hips. I dropped the pencil in my hand as I watched him ruffle up his head full of hair with a matching smaller towel.

My eyes squinted as I tried to focus in on the tattoos I saw littered across his body. I couldn't see all of them in detail but I didn't care anymore because Harry had stopped drying his hair, and now staring back at me with a smirk.

I froze, something I discovered I was good at. I knew physically that freezing everytime I got caught didn't make me disappear, but in my head it did.

All of a sudden Harry was at his desk writing away. I looked at him with confusion until he held the paper up to the window.

"Good morning, like what you see?" Was there written in permanent marker.

I smirked and shook my head. Harry shrugged and tossed the old sheet, grabbing a new one to write on.

As Harry began writing I heard my dad's heavy footsteps begin walking up the stairs as he called my name. Our moment was taken over by fear as I got up and went straight for the curtains.

I was about to pull them shut when Harry finally finished.

"Wanna hang out today?"

My dad had just hit the top step. I mouthed an 'I'm sorry' and finally closed the blinds. Then quickly sat back down as soon as he walked in.

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