Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 22- No One To Blame But Myself

Harry's POV

Waking up actually felt good.

The sun peeking through my sheer curtains would normally give me a headache, but the warmth was comforting.

Last night was probably worse than I remember.

Blair is right. I'm pathetic. I'm a pathetic piece of shit, and I should have known better.

She told me something so important to her. Something that she said she was waiting until she was ready to let me know. Of course, I was the asshole that left her. Then I came back drunk off my ass.

I wasn't supposed to get drunk. I was on my way back, and when I pulled up in my driveway, I didn't have the courage to face her. I didn't want to see her disappointment. I have never faced disappointment in my life, and I don't think I could take it. Not from Blair, atleast. So I drank the entire six-pack that was sitting in the back of my car.

I think I was still drunk. My body was slow and sluggish, but I didn't feel the need to throw up yet or gouge my eyes out.

"Shit." I curse, looking at my alarm and noticing it's already ten am.

I missed morning practice. I doubt coach will be mad. I have never missed a practice in my four years on the team. However, he will definitely think something is up. Coach Parker is always the guy I go to when I'm having problems in my life.

I don't think telling him about my problems with his daughter would be best.

I drag myself down the stairs into the kitchen, and to my surprise, my dad is sitting at the kitchen table, laptop open, with Monica sitting next to him.

"Harry." He greets me.

"Hey." I avoid eye contact with him, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and taking  a gulp out of the carton.

"You okay?" He asks me. "You missed morning practice and first period."

"Yeah, I know. I just woke up late."

"Why is your car window broken?"

I turn around slowly. I completely forgot about my car window when I got drunk.

"I uhhhhh, I punched the window," I tell him truthfully, not knowing a lie that I could get away with.

Monica gasps, and My Dad raises an eyebrow at me.

"Sit." He commands, and I follow his orders, not sure if he is angry at me.

My Dad was never the type to get mad at me. I never really did anything to piss him off, and he was never around much to have something to get angry at.

"Your mom and I talked yesterday."  My heart rate starts to increase when I hear him say, "mom." I tilt my head, giving him a bewildered look. "She wants to talk to you. I told her that I'm not going to force you to do anything, but here." He slides me her number written down on a sticky note. "No pressure son. It's up to you."

"She wants to talk to me?" I question him.

Now I was just confused. She could have talked to me at my soccer game, but she left before it even finished. She also could have talked to me when I saw her at the farm, but she just stood there staring at me like I was some sort of alien.

"Yes. Your sister is coming into town this week. You can both go if you would like. Again if you don't want to go you don't have to."

My brain kept telling me to rip up the note and tell my dad that I want nothing to do with my mother. That she can go start her new life on the farm and leave me and my sister out of it. But I couldn't physically bring myself to trash the paper no matter how badly I wanted to.
"Okay," I answer quietly, shoving the piece of paper in my pocket.