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Chapter Fourteen: Kira
It’s been nearly a month and already everything’s changed. My roommate moved out, I’d gotten a few new tattoos, and, since being lonely, Harry had been in and out of my dorm like dust. I ran my thumb over the forefront of my hand again, almost willing something to let me know that he was okay, but there was just no way for me to know.
I pulled shorts and a tank top on, covering my top half with a sweater. I was a bit above average height; five-nine, and was rather lean. I considered myself a bit chubby, but I looked very thin. My hair fell down just past my shoulders, a very dark brown, now accented with dark blue highlights. My nose was small and rounded, skin pale, eyes a dull brown. My thighs touched always and my ankles were knobby and unsightly. My skin wasn’t the best, what with all of the acne damage and few spots that my bangs hid. I was always trying to get rid of my acne, but nothing seemed to work. I had just given up trying. I had no piercings, oddly enough, but many tattoos. The one I caught myself looking at most of the time was the anchor on my hand that mirrored one that Ed had gotten before he’d left.
His leaving had left me bitter and angry. Not to say that I wasn’t completely used to people leaving at this point, but I had expected him to be the one person who stayed with me.
I sighed, sliding my narrow feet into my red converse, slang my bag over my shoulder and across my body. I stepped out into the hallway and left the dorm building.
The bag thudded gently against my hip as I walked, quickly purchasing groceries and running them home before setting out to where I really was going. See, One Direction had left a few weeks ago, but I was the only one who knew that two of them had stayed in town. Harry, who had stuck around to be with me (it makes me cringe a little, but it’s nice to know someone cares), and Louis, who I had to assume only stuck around because Harry did. I was coughing and clearing my throat constantly, and cracking my knuckles had become a gross habit of mine. The whites of my eyes were reddened from lack of rest.
I was the only one who knew the location of the boys. They were living in a small motel off the bay of the lake. I walked through the woods and around the lake, which happened to be quite time consuming, and made it to the small building.
It was a light, brownish color, and was only about five stories high. It was square, as were the windows, and there was a nice, homey glow emitting from the windows. A small, wooden porch lined the front of the building and it was dotted with rocking chairs. I could see Harry sitting inside, watching something in black and white on the television. I couldn’t help but smile when he turned in his seat and saw me. He grinned and jumped up, running outside to pull my bag off of me and toss it onto the porch, hugging me soon after.
I laughed, lightly hugging him back. I pulled away from him, making him release slowly.
“You give nice hugs...” He said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. I smiled and he flushed slightly, “I’m glad you came.”
“I come every night, Harold.” I chuckled.
“I know,” he looked at his feet, “But, I’m always afraid you won’t come back.”
I grabbed his elbow and we walked inside, to the dining hall where we got our food and sat together, per usual.
“Why wouldn’t I come back?” I asked, watching my fork pierce the piece of shrimp I’d gone for.
It wasn’t every day he’d open up to me about why he insisted that I spend at least an hour a day with him. He’d taken care of me when I was sick, and insisted that we leave the subject of his brother alone. I could tell that he was in as much pain as I was, and most likely in equal measure.
When Ed left, it was him literally losing his brother a little bit more, but for me, it was losing the only family that hadn’t gone yet. My parents were never around. They loved me a lot, but my father died when I was thirteen and my mother sent me off to military school, and when I came home, she’d left me and taken my younger brother with her.
“I don’t know,” Harry breathed, lacing his fingers together in front of him, “You still don’t like me very much.”
I nearly choked on the water I’d been drinking and narrowed my eyes at him, “Harry, if I didn’t like you, would I tolerate you for nearly four hours each day?”
Harry blushed, “I don’t-”
“I wouldn’t.” I said a bit softer, realizing that I’d need to be nicer with him. He wasn’t as stony as his brother.
Harry and I were sat on his bed, playing video games. Louis’s room was next door. I paused the game and dropped the controller, leaning back against his chest. I was sat in between his legs, his arms folded behind his head as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. I yawned, turning so that I could look up at him. He gave me a large smile and set his hand on the inside of my waist. Normally, I wouldn’t let anyone do this, but Harry was a good friend now, and I felt rather comfortable with him.
It’s now been nearly two months since Ed left and Harry had called me over, claiming he had a question for me.
“Well, in a few weeks, Louis and I are going to fly out to L.A. to meet the rest of the boys for some things, and, since we’re rather good friends now,” He paused to bite his lip for a moment, “I was wondering if you’d like to join us.”
I smiled sleepily, nodding my head. I’d always wanted to visit America, but I’d never had enough money.
“That’d be amazing, Harry.”
That night, I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep on his bed until the next morning, when I woke up. My vision had drifted over to the couch, to reveal him sleeping there, so that I could have the bed.
I smiled and laid my head back down, feeling like I wasn’t missing Ed as much. I would find him though, someday.