Infinity

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Kisses and hugs and lots of other things couples do annoy Harry. Nicknames had got him confused; baby, snuggles, teddy, and honey. Harry didn't understand relationships, never been in one either. Didn't know what it feels like to be in love. Harry felt it was better off not to be with anyone. He decided if he wants to fall in love it better be with the right person.

The day had started and Harry had just woken up. His body was aching from sleeping wrong on an accidental note. He slowly lifted himself up from his mattress and sighed to himself. The bed wasn't as comfortable than it was before. Harry's weak knees pushed himself off the bed and his feet taking small steps to the bathroom. Harry had slept in his Pink Floyd t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Harry left the bathroom door open because he knew no one would come in considering he lives alone. The zip on his pants was taken between his index and thumb and was pulled down to its end mark. Harry stood in front of the toilet for a few seconds before zipping up his zipper. Harry clumsily turn the light off before walking off to his dresser. The dresser was pried open and a pair of jeans almost like the ones he was wearing now and his Eagles 75 t-shirt was taken out.

Slipping his right arm through the sleeve before slipping his left arm through. The shirt was pulled through his head and tug down to his waist. Long fingers raked his hair back without bothering to do anything else with it. Harry grabbed his jeans from the bed as he shuffled out of his other ones. Tugging his pants up to his waistline while zipping and buttoning. At the top of Harry's head, he knew it was gonna be another day without anything interesting or new. The same day has been every day. He got tired of doing the same old thing. Rolling out the dough, cutting curlicues out of chocolate, piping cakes, loading pies into ovens. Harry spends about five hours working with old ladies.
The worst thing about his job is seeing couples come in to buy their pastries and sit down to share. Kisses through small amounts of bread, icing, and chocolate. It disgusted Harry so much.

When his shift is almost over he goes ahead grabs the broom from the closet and clean up the crumbs customers might have dropped. He always spends about seven minutes staring out of the large window watching people walk along the pavement. That was until Barbara comes over and pinches his ear telling him to finish up. Barbara was Harry's manager, they have been very close since Harry turned 13. Harry is 18 now and just a couple months until his birthday. For his 19 birthday, he is wishing to get an email accepting him into Uni he been wanting to attend to. So what if Harry doesn't want to be with anyone? He's gonna have a bright future either way.

Harry slipped on his right converse shoe. Tying the shoelace until it was tight how he likes it and pushing the two strings into his shoes. Today is the 22 of December, Christmas was just a few days away. There wasn't anyone that Harry was gonna spend Christmas unless someone invited him. His parents were planning to go on a holiday to visit his dad's side of the family. Harry was left behind along with his sister, Gemma, who he didn't care about what she could be up to. Harry didn't care what could be happening right now. He never wants to be involved with anything or anyone. He couldn't care less if the world was at stake.

The black button up coat was taken off the coat rack and arms slipped through the thick, soft fabric. Harry left the buttons alone and made his way up to the front door. Almost every day Harry forgets that he leaves his keys in his coat pocket instead of hanging them up by the door. The front door was swung open and Harry locked it before closing it behind him. A black Range Rover stood in his driveway that he received on his 16 birthday. One of the best presents that he got out of all the birthdays he had. The pad of Harry's thumb pressed down on the unlock button twice. A soft beep sounded before the door was open and closed. Harry's left foot sat on top of the brake while he puts the key into the ignition and turning it away from him. The growl of the engine indicated that the car had started. Slowly and lightly the same foot pushed down on the gas causing the car to move back. Once he got onto the road he turned the wheel left and continuing driving.