I am 19 now. I am sitting out on the front step by myself. Mum isn't here anymore, she left last year. For the better, I suppose. My brother lives in California, in a law firm. And dad, well. He is still here in my heart. I collect the daily paper now, and I sit on the step reading that whilst drinkin my coffee with 5 sugars. I'm lonely. Occasionally friends come over, mostly not though. I work a lot. But on my days off, I find myself sitting here, on the front step staring into a blank neighbourhood.


6. Chapter 6

After I aimlessly walk inside, holding onto anything that will keep me up, I go for a shower. As I am about to go up the stairs I look up. "No." I say, there is no way I can walk up those stairs. I get to my knees and climb up the stairs, crawling into the bathroom and kickng my shoes off. I grip onto the sink and pull myself up before pulling off my clothes and chucking them on the floor.

I turn on the shower and look around the bathroom. I need to clean up. I climb into the shower and pull my hair out of it ponytail and clean the sweat off my body. I stand and relax my muscles and let the hot water tend to my muscles aching state. I am never going to the gym again.

I get out and wrap a towel around my body. I walk into my room and dry my body. I chuck the towel on my floor and put on some old clothes and tug on some shoes remembering that I was going to Harry's place. I slowly make my way down the stairs and make my way out the door, making sure I had my dumb brick phone.

I walk out the front door, making sure it was locked behind me and walking alond the path and about the fence to Harry's place. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door. After about a minute, Anne answers the door. "Hello, dear!" She says, she is very cherpy at this time of night. "Hey." I reply as she invited me into her home.

I look around and find a few framed photos on the walls of Harry as a child, if he says its not him he is lying. I smile at them as I look back at Anne who is now looking at them. "Harry is in his room. First door on the left." She says and I smile at her and walk up the stairs, making sure I don't fall.

The door is closed and I contemplate whether or not I knock or just walk in, I have a brother. I know what happens. I decide to knock and a shirtless Harry answers. "You came earlier then I thought." He said and I can still smell his sweat. "Have you even showered?" I asked and he shook his head, "I am now, wait in here." He says before walking past me and into the bathroom across the hall.

I look around his room and notice a small photo album on his dresser. I am not so sure if I should look or not but my mind grows curious as I grab the album and shit on the end of his bed. I open the cover and look at the photos, this is from when he lived in England obviously. I continue flicking through as I get to the last page of the album and finding a photo of Harry and a girl. The photos are of him and her at different places, him kissing her cheek and her returning it in the next photo. Is this his girlfriend? I begin to realise that I am feeling jealous and my mind ponders at different possibilitys, have I fallen for Harry?

"What are you doing?" I am snapped out of my thoughts as Harry walks back in, I look up and notice he is only in his briefs. "I, uh, I saw this and I looked in it.. Sorry.." I said and he shrugged. "I don't mind." He said as he pulled on some old track pants. "Who's this girl?" I asked without thinking, pointing to her. "Oh, my ex." He said and ran his ringers through his hair.

"You still love her?" I asked and he nodded, "Of course, we were together for  years." He said and I looked at the photos and back at him. "Oh.." I said and he looked at me and smirked, "Jealous?" He asked and I shook my head, "What, no." I said and laughed. Yes I was, I was so jealous.

Harry came and sat behind me and dangled his legs on either side of me, "So, still sore from the gym?" He asked, changing the subject. "Extremely." I said and he laughed, "Weak." He said as he started rubbing my shoulders. "So, what am I going to do Harry. Do I sell the house?" I asked as he kept rubbing my shoulders. "Well, what do you fell is right?" He asked and I shook my head. "Well, I really don't know. I grew up in that house, it is just too big." I said and he stopped and turned my around.

I lay on his bed and look at him, "Why don't you find a smaller place?" He asked and I nodded, "Well obviously, I just can't afford it." I said and he smiled, "I will live with you! We can get a two bedroom apartment." He said and I shrugged, "Maybe, we would have to look around." I said. I don't know whether or not he is being serious but I like the idea of living with him.

Harry is one of those people that friendships are just worth it. I have never really had a friend like Harry. His personality is like perfect and I love his accent. "Charlie, hello?" Harry says, waving his hand infront of my face. "Did you here me?" He asked and I shook my head, "Sorry no." I replied and he laughed, "Well, are you staying tonight or?" He asked and I shrugged, "Yeah sure." I replied and smiled.




Sorry I havent been updating, been super busy..

I had my formal the other day and I got award for more dedicated Directioner and I literally cried. Hahahahaha woo!

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