You're Still The One

I hadn’t really slept much these past two days. These long nights mainly consisted of twisting and turning, falling off the couch, lazily stumbling to the toilet, obsessing over Harry and Nikki, figuring out what I should do, listening to my inner monologues. Still, I was confused and didn’t know what I really wanted to do. Right now, all I wanted was to forget about them and find something to entertain me since I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.




I wriggled in the warmth of the couch, my bare feet padding across the wooden floor to retrieve the controller from in front of the television. The bright, blinding light of the T.V. filled the room and the volume was a bit too loud. The shrieking screams from the horror film displayed on the screen were chilling, bringing goosebumps to my skin. My eyes were glued to the screen as soon as I noticed how intense the movie was; it didn’t even bother me that I’d missed most of the movie.




“Come out, come out wherever you are!” The mad man shouted ignoring the huge fire behind him as he stabbed his way through the wooden door that was stood between, he and his victim.




My body jumped as I heard Harry’s bedroom door open. He wore grey joggers, but didn’t bother to put on a shirt, his blazing, hot figure exposed to me. He walked straight into the kitchen not saying an edge of a word. When he returned, he’d brought snacks with him. Dark curls fell messily round his face as I watched his jaw tighten at the piercing screams coming from the damsel on the television. He extended his hand that held a bag of crisps, offering me some. Our eyes met for a second and I accepted the offer, turning my attention back to the movie.




“I’m going to kill you this time.” The killer shouted in defiance as the basement door was ripped open. The frantic woman fled down the basement stairs in a heated rush before something went horribly wrong and she took a tumble down the stairs with the insane man close behind her; his butcher knife held high in the air. The light from the fire, glinting red on the silver blade illuminated almost as if blood already covered it.




The woman curled into a ball on the floor as he approached her. The combination of string instruments played in the background helped build the intensity and within the blink of an eye, the crazed man began forcefully jabbing the knife into the woman’s chest, over and over.




I twitched at the rash murder. Covering my face in my hands and curling up into Harry’s side as the end credits rolled down the tinted screen, he couldn’t help but laugh. Laughter poured from my lungs as well until we realized how close we were. I separated myself from him instantly.




“Can we talk now?”




Without the warmth of Harry’s body next to me, I was slightly chilled. Looking into his eyes, the events and feelings that occurred days ago came rushing back. Harry’s selfish decision not to tell me about his girlfriend was something unfathomable. I couldn’t fully understand how he could make me feel so…loved and then spring this on me. How could he expect me not to be angry?




I remained silent. As much as I wanted to speak up, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wrecked my brain for countless hours, thinking about what he’s done. It hurt so much. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. After days had passed, I still wasn’t ready to speak to him and I knew he was angry that I wasn’t ready but he should’ve thought this whole situation through before pressuring me.




“Please, talk to me.”




“No.”




His face scrunched up in confusion.




“I mean, not now. Can we talk later? I still need time.”






Harry’s soft, confused demeanor quickly transitioned to an angry one. I could tell by the way he stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut, that he was in fact, angry.




My feet carried me to the wooden barrier stood between us.




“Harry?” I said softly, my knuckles meeting the door.




The silence on the other end was deafening.




When he opened the door, he was dressed in his same joggers, with an added shirt, coat, and shoes.




“Harry, where are you going?” I asked.




It was as though I wasn’t saying anything. Like, he’d completely blocked me out. He left me standing in the middle of his living room looking like an idiot (I felt like one too). That, in my opinion, is utterly ridiculous. In what world is it okay for Harry to be upset with me?




I scurried off to his room to possess my phone. To a lot of people it might appear to be immature to call your mum when things aren’t going your way, however I found it helpful. That woman is incredible and wise beyond her years. She really knows her stuff.





After ringing her five times and getting her voicemails, I realized it was probably too late. She was probably asleep.




“Hi, Mum. It’s me, Charlie. I know it’s late and I, uh, probably should have called you long ago, but I really needed to talk to you now. So, when you get the chance, ring me back…Love you, bye.”


(Harry’s POV)

I stared blankly at the door in front of me, contemplating whether I should knock or not. I raised my tight fist to the door, preparing to knock however it opened without having to knock on it.




“Oi, mate!” Liam said, his hand rubbing his eye. I gave him a questioning stare, wondering how he could possibly know I was standing outside and just as I was thinking this, he muttered, “Charlie texted me. She was worried about you.”




I took off my coat and tossed it to his couch and went straight for the kitchen for a beer.




“She talks to you” I mumbled, incoherently. I raided Liam’s refrigerator as if it were my own. Finally, my eyes stumbled upon his second to last beer. My impatient hand clasped it, pried it open and brought the bottle to my mouth. Liam joined me in the drinking and the rave about crazed women.




“Where’s Sophie?” I inquired, referring to his psychotic girlfriend.




Liam took a good swig from his bottle before answering, “We had another fight.”




I shrugged, not really surprised at all.




“Don’t know what you see in her.”




“Harry,” he warned in defense.




I shrugged apologetically. Sophie is and has always been a sensitive topic. I’m no expert in the love department, but I do know fighting as much as they do, cannot be a healthy relationship.




It was quiet for a moment.




“You love her, don’t you?” Liam asked me, returning the bottle to his mouth. I didn’t confirm nor deny his statement. I let him decide for himself. “I’ve never seen you fight so hard for a girl.”




“She certainly isn’t making it easy.”




I played with the remaining alcohol. The bottle was more than halfway full as I watched the beverage slosh around.




“Give her the benefit of the doubt.” Liam said. “What if she had done to you, what you did to her? How would you feel?”




I understood she was upset with me. I’d be pissed if she’d done this to me, but I didn’t understand how we could get past this if she wouldn’t talk to me.




“Alright, I get that but I didn’t do it on purpose.” I took a swig before continuing on. “When I went back to Holmes Chapel, I thought I was just going to attend a wedding, I didn’t plan to fall in love with her.”




Liam stared blankly before cracking a smile and supportively slapping his hand on my shoulder.




“Tell her that.”




“How? She won’t talk to me.”




“She doesn’t need to talk. She just needs to listen. You’ll do the talking.”





I shrugged off his answer.




“What about Nikki? I don’t want to hurt her.”




The last I saw of her was the night at the restaurant. I tried to keep her as far from this issue as possible. In her world, she thought everything between us was fine and it really wasn’t. She’s such a nice girl and I hate that she has to be included in this mess I’ve caused.




“It’s either you’re going to hurt Nikki, or you hurt Charlie.”




“I think I’m going to need another beer.” I joked, finishing off my first beer and swiping my coat from Liam’s couch. His focus was on his phone, as I prepared to leave out.




“Leaving so soon?”




I nodded.




“Hurry home. Charlie texted me; Nikki’s there.”

Notes

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