My Habit from This Town

2) July

Song for this chapter is July by Noah Cyrus

**Harry's P.O.V**

Finally. I was finally getting the help I needed. I knew I wasn't mentally stable and finally that was being noticed. I wanted to get better but I couldn't. Not without intervention. It was dangerous for them to continue.

It is July 23rd and I am finally heading towards the one place that is going to help. My mum had found this rehab centre in Wolverhampton for kids like me. Depressed kids who need intervention from harming themselves any longer. I had a terrible week already. My boyfriend broke up with me because he said he couldn't handle me going away for so long. However, I found out this morning that he was cheating on me. I am kind of glad that we broke up, as I can now spend the next year focusing on me and fixing myself.

"How long until we get there, mum?" I ask. I get carsick and I already am feeling the consequences of the chip butty I ate for lunch 10 minutes ago.

"Only an hour left now. How are you feeling?"

"A little sick but I think I can survive." I reply as I go to put on my headphones.

"What happened between you and Ethan?"

I just pause. My mum and I have always been close, so it wasn't hard to come out to her. I told her everything but I couldn't bring myself to tell her the details of my most recent break up. The wounds were still fresh (metaphorical of course. He would never hit me) and it hurt to think about him. But I knew I would have to tell her sometime. Now seemed a better time than any.

So I went into the long details of our fight that started it all. We were okay until Ethan brought up other people. He got angry really quickly, sure I would cheat whilst I was away. I kept promising him I wouldn't, but he refused to hear it. That fight ended three hours later with him telling me that we were going to take a break whilst I was away, just whilst I sorted out myself. And then this morning he posted a picture with Nick. Nick has been my enemy since I moved to Cheshire. He was always horrible to me, even more so when I started dating Ethan. I just figured he was homophobic. I now know he was just jealous. I text my friend, asking when Ethan and Nick happened and I got 6 weeks as a reply. I am now glad I am moving away for a bit, because next time I see either of them, it won't be pretty.

By the time I finish with all the details, we only have a 20 minute drive left, so I put on my headphones, close my eyes and lean my head against the cool glass of the window, just thinking about everything. But my mind races back to the same place it always seems to. A boy I knew when I was younger. I can't remember much about him, not even his name. All I remember is his birthday, which was Christmas Eve so it was hard to forget, and his beautiful blue eyes that are tattooed into my memory for no known reason. I just can never forget them. I was close with this boy, and so I wish I still knew him, and his blue eyes. 💙