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"Every manhas his secret sorrows which the world Knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad." -HenryWadsforth Longfellow.
HAROLD'S POV:
I walked into the house and headed straight into my room to check myself for the thousandth time in a fucking mirror.
Damn,I looked so fucking good. I just had my hair dyed in green dreadlocks and since I went to one of the best salons in town,my haircut looked so fucking amazing that I could literally pass for a model or a celebrity right now. Well,if you think about it. I am actually a celebrity,An unknown one.
I brushed the thought off and collapsed on my bed, ruffling through my hair. I felt so uneasy and restless and I couldn't specify why.
I took off my leather jacket,leaving in a white t-shirt that clung to my body like a second skin,revealing the outlines of my masculinity. I dipped my hands into my pocket which has unfortunately become an habit over the years and looked out of the window only to see Alyssa's mum storming into her house.
I removed my hands from my pockets and folded my arms tightly,staring at their house with intense curiousity. Part of me badly needed to know what was going on.
Okay fuck it. It was not just part of me but my entire self wanted to know what the fuck was going on. I haven't seen Alyssa in weeks nor her friends. But Ted said he saw his older friend,Tracey, packing a lot of bags with Alyssa. Was she moving away?
Maybe they had study plans for the rest of their school year and she was moving in for overnight studying and other shit they'll do. At least, that was a good reason.
Alyssa's mother stormed out of the house again,slamming the door. She sat down on her veranda and buried her face in her palms. Jeez,she was fucking crying. This house had a whole lot of fucking drama and I was weirdly interested in every scene that was playing out but they were too damned secretive.
You can't get shit out of Alyssa. I walked away from the windows on hearing the sound of the door opening downstairs. Ted was loudly laughing at something Stewart had said and Maurice was hushing them both.
"Harold!" I heard her call.
I groaned and took my time to remove my earrings gently.
"Harold!" She yelled.
I might as well just take my time to take off these chains too.
She opened the door to my room and rested her back on the wall,sighing. I looked at her innocently as I removed the last jewelery from my neck.
"I was coming right over" I shrugged, sitting on the bed.
"Of course you were" She rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it as she sat down beside me. I would have appreciated a bit more distance though but okay.
"I wanted to talk to you"
"I know."
"When did you get your hair done?"
"Is this what this is all about?"
"Hey!" She glared at me.
"Today. Obviously." I glared back at her.
"You look good"
"I know"
She was clearly fustrated but smiled anyway. "Your mum wants you to come and live with her"
I squinted my eyes in disbelief,waiting for her to tell me that she was joking but she maintained a serious face.
"Maurice. Come on,now. You can't be fucking serious!"
"But I am" She shrugged,raising her eyebrows.
"You know better than anyone that I'd rather kill myself than to go and live with that fucking insane woman!"
"Harold! Can you please watch your words in front of me? You can't be swearing at me at every sentence you make."
I got up and gritted my teeth, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"So now the Great and Almighty- Jamie Rog wants a poor boy like me to live with her?"
"Why are you making it sound like this? You are her son for chrissakes! Whatever is wrong in pleading with her son to come and live with her?"
"It seems you have forgotten it all,Maurice. It seems you have forgotten how you all lied to me that I had no mother for Fucking Fourteen Years! You told me she was fucking dead. She made you lie to me and you did!" I yelled,pointing a finger at my aunt as she tried to get up with her guilt and anger fuming all over her.
"We did what we had to do,Harold! Get that into your damned skull and stop bothering yourself about the past!! Live in the future,Harold!"
"Live in the future?" I repeated. "Of course,I'm living in the future. You and your sister are the ones that are making me bother about the past. She is the one refusing to let me go after knowing fully well that I want nothing to do with her."
"It's your mother we are talking about here, Harold!"
"She. Is. Not. My. Mother!" I shouted as I punched the wall aggressively with my pulse speeding up.
"Harold-" Maurice touched my back gently "Please,let go of this. You are only hurting yourself. You love her,you love the attention she gives you even when you pretend to be sick of it. I can see it in your eyes."
" You don't know shit about me, Maurice! You don't! How would I love a woman who I have only seen twice in my entire life!"
"She owns a Fashion Empire, Harold. She is always busy but she still makes time to FaceTime you which she said you never pick."
"I'm done having this conversation with you, Maurice."
"Please. She's getting married soon and she wants to settle down with you"
"I don't have time for fairytales. She should fuck whosoever she wants. I don't care!" I slammed the door on Maurice and saw Stewart and Ted eavesdropping from behind and hypocritically acting like they had just gotten there. I squinted at them for a moment and just stormed out of the house.
Maybe Alyssa's house was not the only drama-filled one at the end of the day.
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Okay so just in case you're wondering? this is how I imagine Harold's new haircut to look like.
