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Chapter 53 - Harry

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                                                           ●•Harry•●

The first day after our night together was nagging, the second one was slow and even a bit painful, third one was somewhat bearable, but from the fourth one onwards it was just plain boredom and need to see her again. It was agonizing, so damn bad it actually bothered me physically, getting to a point where I needed to scratch myself, or walk from a room to the other to try and find some distraction so that I could relax, but there was really nothing much I could do about it.

Not that we were avoiding each other or anything. On the contraire, actually. We texted each other all the time, most of the day just making fun of each other or something, and even if I wasn’t expecting that to happen at all, it’s not like I was complaining. Just when I woke up in the morning I would text her something overly cheesy just as a teasing, and she’d text something stupid or maybe rude back with a silly wink-y face at the end, just so I knew she was as into our little game as I was.

And sadly, the following two weeks or so went on like that. Sadly obviously not ‘cause we were communicating in a way I could consider intimate, if compared to the old Kirsten I first met, but sadly because during two whole weeks, or even a bit more, I believe, we didn’t actually get to see each other. Mostly because I had to catch up with all I’d missed the day I didn’t go to uni, plus, for some odd reason, the CD store was a lot crowded. Or somewhere near that. Well, the point is, it had a lot more customers than what we were used to. And Christmas wasn’t even near yet.

So, wanting or not, I just couldn’t afford going after Kirsten on her job, and I wasn’t expecting her to come after me either. She still has a boyfriend after all, and even though I want her to get rid of him and just admit I’m the one she wants to be with, I agreed with letting her take her time. It’s not the easiest decision I’ve made, but if that means I’ll get to have a few more moments like those we shared a couple of weeks ago, I might as well sacrifice my sanity for now. Time will give me what I want, I’m sure of that.

Basically, what I do is just try and distract myself with work and make it end as soon as possible, doing my best to go home and get some rest before I have to go to uni and sacrifice my brain all over again. And on the worst nights, when I can’t get a grip on anything, I just sit down on my piano; or sometimes just stay at the balcony with my guitar, trying to write something good that I may enjoy playing later. To be fair, inspiration has come easily lately.

And it was just one of those weekend nights, I was doing exactly nothing but listening to the sound of my own instrument as the doorbell rang. To be honest, I wasn’t quite on the mood to stand up and answer the door, but as whomever it was kept ringing it, I couldn’t really ignore. And, well. Of course I knew whom it was. There were only two people that buzzed that thing that way. That annoying way.

"And look who’s here,” I said through a tired sigh, already spreading the door open so that my two friends could step in and… Wait. “Umm, Leigh?” I blinked confusedly, peeking out and failing at trying to find Mark. “Don’t get me wrong but, what are you doing here?”

She laughed, and just then I realized she was holding Davie’s hand. Oh. Wait. Wait!

Suddenly, memories of the last time both Mark and Dave came to my flat came back to my mind, and I remembered how kind of annoyed he became when Mark brought Leigh’s name into the conversation. He even blushed a bit when I asked him if he was jealous, and now I see I wasn’t wrong. He is into her. Or at least that’s what it seems, ‘cause my friend is pretty much smiling like an idiot.