A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 22

Aurora

Like always I was greeted by my mother when I entered the house. She honestly had nothing better to do. It is like she sits (stands in her case) by the door and waits for me to get home. Every single day.

My mother wore a look of agitation "Why are you back so early? It's not even three o'clock yet."

Harry and I barely spent two hours together. I wasn't complaining about that at all. "There was nothing else to do mother. We went to the reservoir you suggested."

"Reservoir? I never suggested you go to a reservoir. What kind of date would that be?" She questions, more herself than to me. I looked at her confusingly. If she didn't suggest we go to the reservoir then why did Harry say that? Unless it was his idea and he didn't want to admit it. Which is quite weird. Why couldn't he just say he wanted to spend his birthday there? I didn't know, I don't think I wanted to know either honestly. Harry was still a mystery to me.

"We had a good time mother, can't you just accept that please, I have to study for exams." It was the only way I would be able to get my mother off my back about this 'date' which wasn't actually a date. Not to me at least. My mother nodded, not saying another word. She turned on her heel, walking off into the direction of the living room.

I quickly made my way to my room before she had the chance to change her mind. I gathered my text and notebooks out of my bag, setting them on the table with my laptop. I really did have to study for exams and complete my homework due the upcoming week. It was the weekend, I could've chosen to do it last minute, but that never worked out as well as I pictured it would. I learned that the hard way. I recalled back to the many times I held off my homework until the night before the previous semesters. I had to stay up until three in order to complete it before my classes that morning. It was horrible

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I was officially drained after two hours of studying and completing pages of homework. My arms were laid on the table on top of my books, my head resting inside my arms. I could barely move. I was tired and hungry, but also lazy. I closed my eyes, in hopes to get in a short nap before going back to writing my last three paged essay. A loud knock on my window caused me to jump up and almost fall back on my chair.

I stood up quickly after, straightening myself up, embarrassingly looking around as if people were in my room watching me. Odyssey's right. I am delusional. The knock on my window continued, getting louder by the second. I could only think of one person who would be at my window. I didn't want to be right though, but who else could it possibly be? Any sane person would use the door.

I pulled open the drapes on my window, not surprised at all to see Harry sitting with his back against the window. I slid the window open, causing him to almost fall inside the room. Like he did the first time he showed up at my window drunk. What I wondered was how he managed to get up to the balcony. There was no stairs, no latter, no tree. There was no possible way to get up to the balcony. I would have to question him about how he managed.

Harry invites himself into my room. He kicked off his shoes before stumbling onto my bed. "I'm drunk." He says. As if that wasn't obvious. What I wanted to know was why and how he ended up here every time he got drunk. How he managed to climb up to the second-floor balcony in his drunken state.

I stood in the corner of the wall, just like last time. I watched Harry's every move. Not that he made many. "Why?" I asked him. He looked up at me with the same tired red eyes from last time. He attempted to stand up. Failing a few times. Once he regained his balance he stood in front of me. I backed away a bit, my back hitting the white walls.

"I don't know," He says lowly. His hot breath hitting my face. It reaked of smoke and a very strong drink. I nodded. I wasn't able to speak with how close he was. "It's my twenty-second birthday. My friends, well... I shouldn't call them my friends. They are people I get high and drunk with. Which now that I think of it, shouldn't be the kind of people I should associate with, but they are. I kind of enjoy it" Harry rambled on and on. It was getting really hard for me to breath. The smell of coffee coming into the mix of his already strong breath. It was gross.

"Anyways. They threw me a party. It was fun I suppose. I told them I did not want to get drunk or high. Zayn and Liam insisted. I didn't mind." I had no idea where this story was going. I didn't think there was a point to it really, he just seemed to be rambling. "But yeah. I'm twenty-two you know. I had to celebrate it right. So they said." He mumbles the last part, his attention turning to the floor below us.

I raised my arms up, bringing them to his shoulder. I slightly moved him back a bit before going around him to sit on my bed. "Sounds fun," I told him uninterestedly. Sleep was the only thing on my mind at the moment. Harry stumbled back onto the bed.

"It was" He sighs. He lays down on the bed, getting comfortable under the covers. "I'm going to sleep." He adds. I nod. I stand up from the bed, getting ready to leave to one of the other rooms. Harry gets a grip of my arm as I got off the bed. I turned to look at him. He stared back at me with heavy eyes. His eyebrows raised, his lips formed in a pout.

"Don't leave me."