Harry's POV



I was home. I was sitting on the carpeted floor of my bedroom for God knows how long, just taking in my surroundings. My mind was still hazy from what had happened earlier today. There's no doubt that the brunch is still going on, so I don't have to worry about my parents coming home to see the mess I mustered up out of frustration and anger for another three hours. Deciding that a warm shower may cease my raging thoughts, I slowly walked over to my bathroom, dropping a few hand towels on the puddles of juice I spilled a few minutes ago.

The warm water felt amazing against my exposed skin- it was just the right temperature to fight the cold autumn air. I stood the motionless, just taking in the feeling of the water hitting my skin. It must've been ten minutes before I actually grabbed my loofa and started washing myself. It was nice and I felt slightly better.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed one of the green towels slung over the one of the bathroom racks. After drying my hair and my whole body, I tied the towel around my waist before stepping out into my room once more.

While adjusting my boots onto my feet, I noticed that the shower water washed off most of the blood from my hand. I observed the damage. The cuts from the damage were quite deep and the area around them were swollen and a faint blue. It wasn't until then that they started to sting. They weren't stinging before. Maybe the pain was maker by the frustration I was feeling. Honestly, I didn't care whether or not it would develop an infection. But I would rather not explain to my parents and Khai that I had punched a filthy wall in the bad side of town. So I dabbed it with peroxide and wrapped it with gauze that I found in my mother's bathroom.


I was now sitting on the black leather couch situated in the way too large living room. I was blankly staring at the vase filled with hydrangeas in the further right of the room. I was going fucking crazy. My mind was swimming in different ways that this could all go bad. I had texted Luna my plan, hoping she would follow through with it, which she did. Saying that it would lessen suspicion of her and Zoey. I was thankful for that. But fuck, I would be lying to Khai. In our four years and seven months relationship, I'd only lied to her once. Once. And it was just some petty white lie that I was going to Chad's house when in reality I was out buying her a Christmas gift. Which she loved so I guess that doesn't even fucking count then.
But lately I've found myself lying more than ever. I lied to her about Luna, why I was completely MIA for 24 hours. And now I was going to lie even more. I would have to pretend to be in love with Luna. And knowing the twisted and sick mind my father has, God knows what he's gonna let the two of us do. I sense a fucking engagement party rolling up. Groaning loudly, I fell back against the couch. After cursing an unholy amount of curse words and erasing that part from the security cameras hidden around the house, I decided to call Khai.

I needed to hear her voice. I needed to hear the soft, delicate sound of her voice. It was always so assuring, so soothing. Scrambling for my phone, I managed to trip over a stupid fucking rug my mother picked up in Thailand. After glaring at the inanimate object, I dialed the familiar number.

I tapped my foot impatiently, listening to the sound of the ringing. Soon enough, she picked up and it was a symphony to my ears.

"Khai," I breathed out. I was so relieved to hear her voice. So happy. In that moment, all my problems were put aside. I didn't have gashes on my knuckles, I didn't just fuck up my shoulder tripping over an overly priced rug. I didn't have to lie to Khai. My father was accepting. It was like I was on cloud 9, just because of the sound of her sweet, sweet voice.

"Harry," she sounded worried. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, but then realized that she couldn't see me. "Yes." I needed her. Not in a sexual way, no. I just needed her presence at this very moment. I wanted to hold her, love her. So I was going to invite her over. That is, until I hear the voice of a male in the background.

"Who is that?" I asked.

I heard her laugh and mumble something to the person before answering me. "Oh, that's Blue. Speaking of him, I have a story to tell you. My mom played matchmaker again."

I laughed dryly. "He's at your house?"

"Mhm." There was shuffling and the mixture of their laughs. "Babe, I have to go right now. I'll call you later. I love you."

"Love you too," I answered dryly. I hung up after that.

Tugging at my hair, I could feel the stinging sensation in my eyes from the tears that were forming. I was so frustrated. So God damn frustrated. I didn't have anyone to turn to right now. Khai was off with this Blue kid, Chad and Rico were in Ligunea for the weekend. I was alone. Fuck, I was alone.

And I was frustrated.

So fucking frustrated.

I needed a drink.

I needed a drink right fucking now.

So I ran upstairs to my room, grabbed my keys and drove to whichever pub I could find first.

I needed a fucking drink.

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