The Art in Each Other (#watty's2018)

Chapter 36

Author's Note:

Hello my loves! How are all of you doing? What did you all think of the last update? What do you think will happen next? I would love to hear your predictions after you read this update. Please do not forget that i love you all deeply and you all mean the world to me. Thank you! Thank you! xoxo

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Harry's POV

I walk across the courtyard with my hands shoved into the leather pockets of my jacket, my ears plugged with my earphones with my hood over my head. I can feel the permanent scowl on my face, etched between my brows. I can tell it's there by the tensed up muscles on my face but also by the people I walk by that give me strange looks. How is it possible that they can all judge so quickly? They don't even know me and that pisses me off even more.

I haven't felt this angry in a while. Honestly, I have had these same anger issues since freshman year, but they began junior year of high school, back in England, when I had to be the man of the house. I had to start behaving a lot older than my age, especially when my family and I moved to America because Dad was always off at work. With everything that happened, I really didn't get the chance to just enjoy my last years of high school. I wasted most of my time on my family, trying my best to keep it together and help make everything feel okay when it wasn't. But now that my mom is gone, I came to the annoying realization that no matter how hard I tried to fix things, nothing changed. Mom still died and Dad's drinking problem escalated. Which is why I let Bailee go.

After Bailee told me about the things she was hiding, granted not in full detail, I panicked. It got me very angry and I couldn't help but envision her as me with a raging intoxicated man, yelling and throwing things at her. I couldn't help but think that at the possibility of having diner with my dad, he will end up getting drunk and trigger awful memories. I can't put her through that. Besides, why should I waste so much time and effort on someone if they will not stay? My mother didn't so what makes me think that Bailee would? Besides, what can I even give her anyways if I have no idea who I even am.

But, I do hate feeling this way. As much as I hate to admit,Bailee made me feel normal, like I have never been broken in the first place and I wish I could go back to that. However, being the person that I am, I can't allow it. It's a very confusing subject but hopefully with time it'll just get easier.

Casually glancing up, I spot Niall and Lexi near the parking lot talking to Bailee. At first, I feel my heart skip and my feet automatically come to a stop as I watch her speak. Almost in an unthinking motion, I press the small button on my earphones to stop the music playing into my ears just to increase the almost nonexistent chance at hearing her voice. However, then I see Peter beside her,waving his hands about in the air as he spoke and my scowl deepens.

"Of course we will come. We can meet here at six- thirty." I hear Niall say to whatever they were talking about."

"Yeah, it'll be fun." Lexi pitches in, her hand wrapped around her boyfriend's, and my best friend's, arm

"Oh, thank you." Bailee smiles quickly giving them both a brief hug before exchanging goodbyes.

I watch with intense glaring eyes as she walked with Peter towards his car; each step they took made my breathing become heavier and I have half a mind to go over and punch him in the face even if he didn't do anything to me. Frankly though, I feel too pissed of at the world and life to even care that he did anything to me or not, his face would make a lovely punching bag. Besides, he owes me for a lot of shit.

"What did she want?" I ask both Niall and Lexi as I approach behind them, my voice sounding harsher than I intended. They both turn to look at me and Lexi immediately scowls at me.