Can't Take It

I stand up and stretch out. It's only 9:30. I look around the shitty room and feel filthy. I stumble over to my suitcase and see what I have shower wise. I flip it open. I unzip my side pocket and I don't see anything. You have to be kidding me! I forgot to bring my shampoo and soap and conditioner. Damn. I really do not to go to the store this early. But I am not going to see harry looking like this or smelling like cigarettes from this room. I grab my jean jacket off of the head of my bed and throw it on. It's the one me and harry use to share. I walk out to my car and get in. The morning air was chilly.
After over a half an hour of searching I find a convenient store. I look in my mirror and gasp at the hideous beast looking back. God I look really bad right now. I pull up my hood to avoid people staring at my hair. There were a lot of people here! All they have here is axe and off brand stuff. And I only use Aussie. It makes my hair soft and shiny. And that off brand shit makes your hair feel like straw. I just grab some axe stuff and throw it on the counter. The lady scans it.
" 27.50 please." She says in a high pitch voice.
" Holy shit. For two bottles of this crap." I give her the money anyway.
" Hey I just work here okay." She retorts. I grab my recite and get out of there as fast as i Can.
Once I get home it's already 10:40. Great my whole day is pretty much wasted away. I always take like two hour long showers and no matter how bad I wanted to see harry I was going to get my two hour long relaxing shower In. I grab the axe and enter the shower. It was not the best but once the water turned on it was nice and hot. It rolled down my back and chest turning my skin a light red because of the temperature. I remember the first time harry and I took a shower together. He flinched away at the hot water and grabbed my wrist. I told him he would get used to it but he didn't. That boy is something else let me tell you.
I exit the shower and start to style my hair. I know what your thinking for somebody who was chasing the love of there life I was taking an awful long time to get ready. I just wanted to look presentable. Tommo always has to look good you know. I am fully ready now and it's five o clock . Holy fuck I too mall day to get ready like forreal. Now I'm ready to see harry. I type in his dad's address on my gps and get in my car. Honestly I'm getting a little nervous as I near his house. I've been driving a little over 45 minutes. I spot his house. My stomach flips.
I slowly walk up to the house. The lights are on so I know some bodies up. I knock.
" I'm coming Jesus!" I hear an older man say. He rips open the door. I'm very shocked.
" Uh.. Hi.. Sir is .. Is harry here." I stutter.
" no he is working tonight doesn't he tell you guys these things. I have enough fags showing up and now this." He looks me up and down. Wow he is rude. I kind of gasp.
" I'm sorry. Where does he work." I've lost all respect for his father.
" at the bar down on lance street. Now are we done?" He asks angrily.
" Yes we are..and you know what fuck you." I probably shouldn't have said that if I wanted to make things right with harry but I don't care. I hear him slam the door.
I head to the bar. The only bad I see is.. It's a gay bar. I don't know why but I am surprised. I egg out of my car and read the sign. It said, Dark angel see him tonight. Who was that? Oh well. I walk inside. there are a ton of good looking guys here but none as good looking as my harry. I sit down hoping somebody will come to serve me. The bartender isn't harry he is some bald guy. And a few private dancers arnt harry either. Where is he? Then all the lights shut off and I hear some loud music.
" Here is dark angel!" I hear a announcer say. I honestly didn't want to wacth some show but oh well. The lights turn on again but only on him. This dark angel. All I see is a shadow but then he walks out. He is wearing skin tight jeans with no shirt and a how is around his neck. He also has a little top hat. He starts to work the pole and the hat falls off revealing his soft bouncy curly hair. He turns to face the crowd and that's when I see his face. I see the familiar emerald eyes I fell in love with. Oh my god. Harry was dark angel and dark angel was a stripper.

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