the bucket list - h.s. (on hiatus)

chapter viii

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I was not coping well and it was becoming obvious to everyone around me. Each meal that I cooked was only picked at, and my sleeping schedule was all out of order- as if I had one beforehand.

I hadn't seen Harry in two days, but I completely understood that he had much more important things to do. The boy always had a completely booked schedule.

Frustration and anger overtook me at some point over the past week and I had started to throw away any trace of a memory that was left of my father and sister.

Jenna hasn't been around much either, which made everything hurt a little more. Things were strange now that she barely spent time here and was always at Zayn's.

I padded across the hall and into my incredibly messy bedroom to change into another pair of sweats and a t-shirt when the doorbell rang.

"Hm," I mumbled as the oak wood door swung open. Just from the glimpse of black Chelsea boots and skinny jeans that were filled by killer legs- I could tell that Harry had stopped by.

His perfect little nose was wrinkled up once my messy living room came into view.

"You've got to clean this shit up, you know? I don't want the place getting infested with bugs." He heaved a sigh, bending down to pick up an empty, greasy old cardboard pizza box.

"And you really need to change. Come here, let's get you cleaned up." It was really sweet what he was doing but I couldn't really respond other than following him into my bedroom.

My father and I had been extremely close during the divorce, just like my sister and I. Davis, the oldest of my siblings, and my mother had simply detached themselves from us, moving away without a trace- which was illegal, I'm sure.

"Sweetheart." My gaze shifted back up to Harry who was knelt in front of me with a sad frown wrinkling his smooth skin. The way he had a cute little nickname for me made my heart swell, although I still felt empty. Typically pet names would really aggravate me, but with him, things like that were acceptable.

"Can you say something?" I knew that he wasn't trying to force me into talking, but for some reason my chapped lips found their own way of forming a couple words.

"I'm sorry." Tears welled up in my brown eyes and before knowing it, I buried my face in his firm chest and cried.

After what seemed like hours, the crying slowly stopped, and we resumed in cleaning up.

One night I had been so upset that blindly, I threw an empty bottle of vodka at the wall and curled up on the floor crying. Harry didn't say a word as he bent over to pick up the pieces.

Slowly but surely I changed out of my dirty clothes and slipped into fresh, washed my face and brushed my teeth.

"Why do you keep coming back?" I peered at the tall boy from over the couch cushions. His entire figure stiffed for a moment at my random question.

"I'm sorry, again." The last word barely slipped out of my mouth before he had rushed across the room and cupped my face between his two extremely large hands. Warm, rough thumbs traced circles on my face as his beautiful emerald green eyes lit up despite the pitiful situation.

Harry's soft lips pressed against mine and to my surprise; I kissed him back.

"Because I care too much about you, Liv." This made me chuckle because nobody that had ever been a part of my life had ever told me that they cared. Not even Jenna. "I'm sure you say that to all of your girlfriends." A pink tint crept up my already warm cheeks.

"Shut up. It's you and only you." With that, he lifted me up in his ropy arms and carried me over to the kitchen.

"Now, what do you want me to cook for you? I'll make absolutely anything." Every bone in my body was wanting to just hug him, but I stayed put in my seat on the countertop.

"Soup?" Honestly, that and takeout food were all I had been eating for the past week.

"But before I do that," He placed one large hand on either side of me, his green gaze burning intensely into my eyes. "I want you to know that this is going to be hard for you, and that it will suck. But one day, it'll suck a little bit less, and the cycle will continue until most of the pain is gone." With a nod, I leaned in and pecked his lips to keep myself from crying. I had cried enough to fill an entire swimming pool lately.

After what felt like ages, a large smile spread across my cheeks as Harry and I pressed our foreheads against one another with our eyes closed.

He was doing a good job of helping me cope, and I could not be more happy to have met him.

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A/N:

ahhhh i think this chapter was decent :/ but double updates ftw !!!! hellll yeah :)) buuuuuuut expect another one coming soon to make up for all of the time i kept the few people who r reading waitin & im sorry this 1 doesnt have anything to do w the bucket list ;( gif has nothing to do with this chap but idgaf bc harry

UNEDITED LMAO

k i h8 long authors notes so bye