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It Takes Patience III: Stripped

Chapter 10: Conscious Haze

*Harry’s POV*
Clanking and crashing.

That’s all I can fucking hear. I squeeze my eyes closed tighter and try to burrow myself further into the uncomfortable lumpy surface that I’m on hoping that the noise will stop soon, but it doesn’t. It happens again.

Clank, crash, bang.

It sounds like someone has struck a goddamn gong in my head and soon my brain will spill out of my ears, I’m sure of it. This time the sound is accompanied by a smell and though usually it would allure me to the kitchen, this time it makes my stomach do flip flops.

I can hear conversation coming from the room with all of the noise, but what’s being said exactly I have no idea. I open my eyes only to quickly shield them from the light with my hand. Sunlight still seeps through my fingers and I find myself cursing the morning and daylight in general. I feel like a vampire, a sluggish drunken vampire. It all started off with that bottle of wine that Tamsin gave me last night. I didn’t have to finish it, but it felt like the best thing to do at the time. What I drank afterwards at Liam’s place is all a blur, but the way I feel right now, I know I over indulged and mixed some things I shouldn’t have.

I did a couple of things I shouldn’t have last night I reckon, but I refuse to dwell on them right now when there are more important issues to deal with.

I sit up slowly, realizing that I am in fact on the sofa in the living room. Achy, I feel achy. My back aches, my head aches, my whole damn body aches, I think I'm gonna be sick, but in the midst of everything my cock has the nerve to be hard and alert this morning. I squeeze my eyes shut again and try to muster up some saliva to swallow and give my mouth some kind of moisture, but none can even be developed. As soon as I stand up I immediately regret it.

I feel like a baby who hasn’t yet taken his first step. I haven’t gotten that drunk and high in a while and now I see why, the next day is never fun.

The sound of humming gets closer as I stand in the same spot that I’ve been in, slightly dazed. I would say that I was well rested, but I’m sure that the only reason that I didn’t have a dream is because of my alcoholic haze. I could have had one, I just don’t remember.

“Harold, there you are.”

Shit.

“What time did you get in last night, love?” I look at my mum and then close my eyes taking a deep breath while wiping my mouth with my t-shirt. She’s talking too fast and way too bloody much for me right now. It’s too early for this.

But in all honesty, I don’t remember what time it was when I came in. All I know is that the alarm didn’t go off. My mum gestures for me to follow her into the kitchen and as I enter the room with the smell that’s making my stomach churn, I stop in my tracks.

Reagan is sitting at the table with a whisk and a bowl in her hand. Her hair is in its natural wavy state, the way it gets after it’s wet and she doesn’t straighten it. She has on a grey sweater that can easily double as a dress because it’s so big, and long grey socks to match. It hangs off of her shoulder slightly and it’s seducing me even though it shouldn’t be and I know she didn’t mean it to. We make eye contact briefly but she puts her attention back on the current task at hand quickly which is apparently mixing pancake batter.

I walk over and give her a kiss on the cheek, but she still barely acknowledges me. She leans over the table to reach for an ingredient and the sweater dips in the front, allowing me to see down the top of it and get a clear vision of her powder pink lace bra and the valley in between her boobs. My dick hardens further and I have to sit down at the table quickly to hide it. I almost chuckle to myself when I think about how the slightest sight of the bare skin on her shoulder and a bit of cleavage has me as hard as a rock. I feel like a man from the eighteen-hundreds. I bet if she rolled down those socks and showed me some ankle I would explode.

I put my elbows on the table and rest my head in my hands, silently grimacing as soon as I make the movement that was clearly too fast before continue to watch Reagan ignore me.

“Harry?”

“Yes?!” I speak harshly before I stand to go the medicine cabinet.

“I said what time did you get in last night?”

“Twelve.” I pop an aripiprazole and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I don't really know if that's the truth, but as far as I'm concerned it isn't a lie either. I could have gotten in at twelve.

Reagan narrows her eyes and furrows her brow before she begins to whip the batter rougher than need be.

“You smell like alcohol, Harry.” My mum scrunches her nose and I grab her to envelope her in my boozy cologne. She pushes against me to get out of my aggressive hug while she primps her lips. I know what’s coming next and she doesn't even have to say it.

“You shouldn’t be drinking like that. I don’t like it. A few, fine, but it's practically radiating out of your pores. I know you're still drunk.”

“I'm sorry mommy.” I smile at her like a goof and I can tell she’s fighting to hold a smile of her own back from me.

“You should shower and then come back down to eat. Reagan is making pancakes and I’ve made bacon and toast.” I cover my mouth as vomit rises from my stomach to my throat. Instead of making a disgusting mess on the kitchen floor, I swallow it down refusing to be sick but burp instead. Gin. I drank gin last night and I absolutely hate it. Gin and wine and vodka don’t mix.

“I’m going to shower, obviously, but no thanks on the food.” I walk towards the stairs when I notice it’s already half past ten. I have session in an hour.

When I get out of the shower and go to my room Reagan is there sitting on the bed. Her iPad is in her hand and her hair falls in her face, I love it when she doesn’t straighten it and it falls naturally. She’s absolutely beautiful and she doesn’t even realize what she does to me mentally and physically sometimes when I simply look at her. I had to rub two off in the shower just because I got a glimpse at the top of her boobs, for fuck sake. I shake my head of the thought so I don’t have to go back to the shower and do it again before I close the door and head for my closet. Reagan jumps, startled by my presence but she still ignores me.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” She speaks dryly still not looking up at me and I can feel my mood begin to go to shit.

What did I even do to her?

I grab my clothes and go change in the bathroom, not sure if Reagan can handle nudity at the rate she behaved last night. When I come back and sit down on the bed she moves over so that she’s not directly in the middle of it. We sit in an awkward silence for a bit before I speak again.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Clearly you’re not.” I say trying not to get annoyed but noticing that I failed.

“No Harry, I’m fine. You’re the one who seems to have the problem.” I can feel my jaw tense before I stand quickly from my bed and close the door to my room, unaware if my mum has left for work yet.

“What are you talking about I have a problem? You’re the one who’s been ignoring me, for no fucking reason might I add!” Reagan shoots daggers my way but I look at her just as vehemently. She stands from the bed and grabs her jacket, but she doesn’t get to leave. Not yet. Not until she explains herself and talks to me. After she sees that I won’t budge until she answers me, she talks slash yells at me.

“Last night Harry, what time did you get in last night?!”

“I don’t know. What does that have to do with anything?!” I furrow my brow at her and try to calm myself so this doesn’t end up in a shouting match. It’s the last thing she needs and the last thing I want to do, especially right now when my head feels as if it will split in two at any given moment.

“You got in at five in the morning! I set the alarm for you so it wouldn’t go off at twelve when you weren't here! When you got in and I asked you if you were coming to bed, you told me no because you didn’t want to accidentally touch me!” My head pounds and my heart sinks down to my shoes when I see the look on Reagan’s face.

I force my mood to settle as I lean against the door.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I know I can get kind of overly friendly and handsy when I’m drunk. I just seriously didn’t want to touch you in a way you wouldn’t want me to. I didn’t want to push you away and since you won’t fucking talk to me, I figured that was the best option.” Reagan’s glare doesn’t change.

“That’s not the way you said it!”

“That’s the way that I meant it! Love, I'm sorry.” Reagan drops her head and I can tell that she’s softening, but she’s still angry.

“Are you going to talk to me about what happened last night?”

She snaps her head up and looks at me, but I can already tell what the answer to the question is. I notice how much of a hypocrite that she is about talking when the shoe is on the other foot. If she won’t open up to me, there’s nothing that I can do for her and that hurts me more than anything else.

“We can talk about it when you get back from session. You’re going to be late.” She’s stalling and I can tell. I think it’s her who needs to go to session, maybe more than me.

I jerk my door open and jog down the stairs, grabbing a jacket out of the closet before I make my way out, more aggravated with the situation than I was yesterday.


When I got to Dr. Bakers office, I was still halfway hung over and anxious. I hadn’t been to see her since everything has gone down with Reagan. When she called me into her office, I pulled my beanie down ridiculously low. I can’t wait until this damn cut heals.

“How are you today Harold?”

“Fine, I don’t really have shit to talk about today. You?” Dr. Baker nodded her head and crossed her arms over her chest before she peered at me over her reading glasses.

“Are you feeling any better from being sick a few days ago?” I nodded my head and crossed my arms and then quickly uncrossed them in hopes that she wouldn’t try to break down my body language.

“And Reagan how is she seeing as how she found out she was taken advantage of a few days ago? But she was lucky wasn’t she? She has her own personal hero to take up for her. Who needs a police officer? Dr. Koch is a dear friend of mine Harry, there’s no way it wouldn’t get back to me.” She spoke sternly and my anxieties went to an all-time high.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck? Yes fuck is right Harold! Do you realize what you’ve done? Do you see the mistake you've made and hot water you’ve put yourself into?!” I couldn’t respond. All I could think about was the re-admittance papers that were more than likely going to be shoved into my face.

“You’re being placed on probation and not by me. This time it’s the court and Dr. Leerman. It’s completely out of my hands. You’re being watched. If you have one slip up Harry...” Dr. Baker trailed off and warily placed papers in front of me.

My name was at the top of the documents and I didn’t have to read any further to know what it was. I chewed on my bottom lip and pushed the papers back to her not wanting to look at them any longer in fear that my subsiding hangover would reappear and make me throw up on her desk.

“I know why you did it, but things like this can’t ever happen again for you. Do you understand me?” I made eye contact with her and nodded my head once, hating that I felt like a child being lectured by their teacher about their bad behavior, behavior that I can’t seem to control.

The rest of the session was filled with the details of what happened that day and I found myself oddly relieved that’s all it was about, knowing that if I mentioned anything else it would only add more fuel to the fire that was already beginning to burn under my feet.

I couldn’t help but mention how Reagan has been acting lately and after we discussed it, it was clear what I have to do.

Notes

Hellow Beautiful Faithful and New subscribers!!! I had to give you an update tonight because I love you and I wanted to ;) What did you think of this chapter? A few assumptions and questions can be made in this one I feel. What did Harry get up to the previous night? Why was he happy to only talk about the day he was arrested to Dr. Baker and what does he feel he needs to do about Reagan? Be sure to load me with comments ( I LOVE IT when I get a lot because I love talking to you all!!!) Annd be sure to continue to vote and subscribe if you're enjoying my little story so far!!! I LOVE YOU ALL TO BITS FOR READING AND GIVING MY STORY THE TIME OF DAY!!!! Xx

P.S. Special thank you to @LiLoHaNiZa for this amazing edit I think it fits quite nice with How Harry is feeling about Reagan right now don't you? ;] :* I absolutely adore when I get an edits message guys they're very inspiring and I love to see how talented you guys are because I don't do edits well myself, so if you get borex and have the time and the software please feel free to make me an edit als tell me if you have a fanfic of your own I want to read them!!!


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Comments

@XOXOH

Hi there lovely, I am a big fan of your books and you don't know how happy I am to see you back here. I LOVE THIS TRIOLOGY so dam much......so let me get this straight....you are not updating this story anymore on here? You are only going to continue this story on wattpad?? .....despite what decision you make I will be waiting for you because I want to know what will HAPPEN ....sorry I am weird xxx

@MACxx
No problem xx

XOXOH XOXOH
8/20/15

@polisson just added you on watt pad can't wait to see what you have in store! Starting uni daze as we speak thank you for replying to me!!! :)

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8/20/15

@MACxx
Hi love! I am XOXOH I unfortunately can't log into my account on here for whatever odd reason??? Google gives me an access denied message but it still shows me when people comment here.Anyway, I will be posting this story again on wattpad under the user polisson it's gonna be a revamp so it will probably be a bit longer and have new parts. I wish I could log in to tell everyone about it. I also have another story that you may like there called Uni Daze. I'm sorry that I can't post here anymore :(

polisson polisson
8/20/15

MISSING THIS SO BAD. My favorite book ever and ive been rereading to fill the whole in my heart! Truly miss your writing it's the only thing I have to look forward to when I get on here! Miss you hope to hear from you soon!

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8/19/15