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It Takes Patience II: Guarded

Chapter 24: Somber Days and Drunken Nights

*Harry’s POV*
On the way back home I was fuming. Dr. Baker meant to piss me off today and damn it it worked. I pulled into the front drive and checked my watch to see that I had an hour left before I had to be at work. When I slammed the door to the house my mum emerged out of the kitchen to tell me off I’m sure...great!

“Harold stop slamming my doors. Use your words when something is bothering you! What’s wrong love?”

“Nothing!” Except I don’t want to walk you down the aisle. It sounds mean even when I say it in my head, but she can’t honestly think that it’s okay for me to do that. Then again, the whole damn wedding is not okay, but she’s going through with it. My mum and Dr. Baker are forming a conspiracy against me. They know I can’t do it and they’re trying to put me back in Maudsley.

“Do you want to play a game of scrabble?”

“I don’t have time for that. I have to work. You only play to be nosy and I said I’m fine so can we for once just leave it at that?!”

My mum only plays scrabble with me because when I put words together sometimes I unintentionally spell out how I feel. She used to do it when I was in the hospital all the time when I wouldn’t speak to her. She’s only trying to help and I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I did and my bipolar won’t let me take it back. I chuckle to myself thinking of Reagan. If I would have tried to blame anything on being bipolar with her she would be having a fit right now telling me that my rudeness has nothing to do with my disorder. Honestly sometimes it really does.

I head for the medicine cabinet and pop two aripiprazole. I’ll need to be as stable as possible today especially since I have to go to the bar in an overly annoyed state. My mum eyes me as I take the medicine and I roll my eyes skyward and turn my back to her as I finish drinking my water to swallow down the pills.

“Harry, did Gemma drop off my seating charts this morning?” Shit!

“Yes.”

“Do you know where they are?”

“....Um, I- I put them in your room on your table. Are they not there now?”

My mum took a deep breath before rubbing a hand over her eye she started to look stressed and I began to feel like absolute shit.

“I must have moved them. I’ve been reorganizing things since I’ve gotten home today. I’m sure I’ll find them.”

I turned to leave the kitchen hoping that guilt that I felt wasn’t as apparent on my face.

I got to the foot of the stairs when my mum called me again. She always gets me when I’m out of earshot. I turned back around and gave her a fake grin before I answered her desperately trying to hide how I really feel.

“Yes?”

“You should invite Reagan to the wedding. I understand she works and may not be able to come on short notice, but I’d love to have her there if you want her there that is.”

I felt worse as my mum continued to speak. Why does she have to be so sincere and sweet all the time? It would make what I did that much easier if she wasn’t.

“I’ll ask her.” As I head up the stairs the idea flashes in my head that my mum being married and happy wouldn’t be so bad after all but it’s quickly replaced when I look at one of my favorite pictures of Gemma and my mum. I had to tear the picture in half so that Clive wouldn’t be in it anymore, but his arm was still around my mum’s shoulder and visible.


*Reagan’s POV*
When I got off of work, I called to tell Channel about everything that was going on since I’ve gotten back. For once in her life, she didn’t know what to say. Channel had no idea’s and she was silent on the other end of the line.

“Nel are you still there?”

“I am. I just...I don’t know Rea. I wish I could come there to be there with you, but I cant. I know that probably wouldn’t help anything, but then again at least you would have someone to hang out with besides them. They all seem guilty and innocent at the same time, except I don’t think Laurie would do that to you Rea. Its good you’re taking her out to apologize.”

I nod my head as if Channel is here in front of me, but at the same time there is still an echoing in my head saying that it could have been Laurie. The more I try to silence it the louder it gets. I need a friend here and Laurie was the closest thing I had to it. I wish Peyton had never said that to me. I wish I never had met Peyton. I just want this all to be put to rest and behind me but the past comes to play in the present every chance it gets.

Even with everything I told her about Peyton, I can still tell that Channel likes him more than Harry and it makes no sense to me. Her reasoning behind it is still that I’ve changed because of him, and I have, but I refuse to let anyone tell me that it was for the worse. Harry has opened my eyes to so many different things and I know that I have for him as well. Some of them have been bad, but all relationships go through struggles. Ours may have been a bit more traumatic, but we are both far worse without each other. There’s been more good than bad.

I changed the subject and we talked a little while longer before I got a text from Laurie telling me that she was fifteen minutes away. I ended my call with Channel and got dressed in my favorite skinny jeans, black Doc Martens, and black oversized sweater before taking my hair out of its pony tail from earlier today.

When I went downstairs I saw Niall’s Range Rover and Niall in the driver’s seat. Heat immediately rose in my cheeks. I didn’t know that Niall would be coming too. I know how he feels about me and H. being together and I don’t want to make things more awkward than they already are. I opened the door and he spoke this time unforced. Liam was also in the back seat along with Perrie and Eleanor and my face flushed with confusion before Laurie interrupted my thoughts that told me this could be a possible kidnapping.

“Hey sorry I didn’t warn you, but the boys all wanted to go for a drink as well and since Louis, Zayn, and Harry are all working we figured why not turn it into a group outing? Tommo’s Brew and Banter would be the best spot.”

“Yeah that’s fine.”

Laurie turned back around in her seat and Liam spoke to me with a genuine tone of voice that helped to calm my nerves. It would be good for me to see H. and have a good time with him before I have to tell him about Peyton.

When we got in the bar it was unusually busy for a Thursday, but then I remembered that the university is only about five minutes from here. I started to reminisce about how Channel and I used to start our early weekends when we were in school today and I realize how much I’ve missed talking to her and being there with her. I’m glad we spoke today even though she got on my nerves with her snide comments. She and I will never see eye to eye about me and Harry and I can accept that. What I won’t accept is not talking to her over it anymore. She is my only stable relationship that I’ve had. I won’t jeopardize that anymore.

Harry didn’t notice when I came in because he was too busy flirting with a red head and taking shots with her. She said something to him and he laughed at it but I could tell that the laugh wasn’t all that real. She slipped him a twenty pound note after she scribbled something on it and Harry took the money and winked at her before slipping it into his pocket. I understand that the majority of the money he makes is off of tips, but it isn’t comforting seeing how he makes them. My mind goes back to the number I found in his jacket pocket from Scarlett and I begin to wonder if that was her.

When he turns around and sees me shock covers his face before it is quickly replaced with an expression that shows no shame. He shrugged his shoulders before smirking and winking at me as he turned to make another drink.

We all took our seats at the bar and Zayn began to mix up the ‘A Bomb’ showing me exactly all of the alcohol that was incorporated in the mixture. It made my stomach churn and my head begin to hurt for the hangover that I would have tomorrow, but I drank it anyway. Everyone was being so nice to me and it left me completely confused. When they saw me leave that party with Harry and even when I had only just gotten back they all looked at me with death glares.

Harry continued to work even though he would come over and take shots with us and not to mention the shots he would take with other girls at the bar. He had to be drunk by now. Every time he would come over to hang out with us when the bar slowed he would try to touch me in some kind of way. At first I allowed it to happen, but in my intoxicated state I became jealous and pulled away from him when he made advances. I also became inquisitive about everyone around me and their sudden change of heart.

“Liam?”

“What’s up love?” His words were slightly slurred so I know he would tell me the truth. A drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts.

“Why is everyone being so nice to me now? Nothing has changed...Why now?”

“No one hates you. We just want what’s best for him. He’s like our little brother Reagan, and you really fucked him up when you did what you did and left. But now he seems like he’s okay. So you’re okay....Do you get it?”

Liam raised an eyebrow and I nodded my head more times than I should have before I spoke again.

“But Harry and Niall fought. Niall hates me and he’s being nice.”

Liam shook his head and chuckled before he spoke.

“That’s how they became friends. They always fight. This time it was about you, but Niall will get over it. He might have already seeing as how he came to pick you up. If he didn't wan't to he wouldn't have regardless to if Laurie asked him to. He can be a right dick sometimes”

I nodded my head again and I’m sure it will fall off my shoulders as it continues to shake without my consent.

We continued to drink until the boys got off and when they did not one soul was fit to drive home. Harry once again insisted that he was fine, but I knew otherwise. He pulled me into a hug with my back to his front and nuzzled his face into my neck making goose bumps rise on my skin as he spoke.

“You’re drunk. You were drinking with us and I saw you taking shots with all those other girls.”

“Pssh it was just for work glasses. I tried to touch you but you got all jealous and bitchy as you do.” His eyebrows furrowed and before I could open my mouth to go snap at him for calling me bitchy, he cut me off.

“Did you see all of the money I made? I’m a hot commodity.”

“You’re arro- arrogant.” I tried to say it seriously but I stumbled over my words. I’m not bitchy.

“And you love love it.” Harry lifted his head off of my shoulder mocking me and I could see the sparkle in his eyes. He’s in a playful mood now. He lowered his head back on my shoulder and waited there with me that way as Perrie called for separate taxis to pick us all up.

“Ever since that night when we went to Ministry of Sound and I fingered you while everyone was in the car, I’ve had a fantasy about fucking you in a taxi.”

My eyes widened and my clit and skin began to ache for his touch after the filthy words fell out of his mouth. I love dirty Harry.

He kissed my neck and then lifted his head up as the cars approached to take us home.


Notes

HELLO NEW AND FAITHFUL SUBSCRIBERS!!! Double update number 3 this week Yayyyy! How are you all doing? What did you think of think of this chapter? What did Harry do with the seating chart for his moms wedding? And is this the quiet before the storm for Reagan and Harry or will things pan out differently? Leave me LOADS COMMENTS about your thoughts on the story and the chapter guys! I didn't get many last chapter :.( but hopefully that will change with this one! (I love interacting with you all as much as I do writing the story!)Also continue to VOTE VOTE VOTE AND SUBSCRIBE if you are liking my little story so far and wish for me to continue! LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOO MUCH FOR READING Xx

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Comments

haha mine too they always try to put an extra "a" in it

@XOXOH
Thank you, everybody is confused when I spell my name and try to correct me. Lol

@mrsdirectioner
Aww thank you :) I like your name too it's spelled different than it usually is

@XOXOH
You have a unique name. My name is Katelynn.

@mrsdirectioner
Haha yes I'm able to drink. My name is Mya what's yours?