Over Again (Part 2 of 'You're my Wonderwall)

Chapter 9 Part 2

*Christmas Day*

As Harry and I got out of the car I smiled to myself. Inside is where Harry's family is going to be.

"I got something planned for us babe.. We might party a bit hard." Harry winked at me.

I wondered if he planned anything dirty- if so how embarrassing would that be.

As Harry put the key in the hole I heard little faint children's voice screaming inside. Harry looked as if he hears nothing. When he opened the door everything was a disaster.

There was about 3 or 4 children running around, dropping Harry's stuff. Anne was screaming at the children to stop. What seemed like Harry's father was arguing with Anne. Liquor bottles were broken on the floor. The furniture was knocked back or forward. Anne's beautiful dress was covered in I hope not blood handprints. Harry's father's face full of frustration. Balloons becoming exploded. And lastly food was everywhere.

Harry looked at me, face full of rage, "Did you do this?!?!!"

I was left speechless. He grabbed my shoulders hard.

"Answer me!"

The children screaming, balloons being popped, loud music playing, adults arguing. Everything was just a mess.

"Yes! I did! I'm sorry! I-" Tears fell down my eyes, "I just wanted to help."

As I cried in my hands it seemed like everything-everyone had stopped. Anne and Harry's dad stopped arguing. The music was lowered. The children stopped running and screaming. Everything just kind of shut down.

Anne's eyes were beginning to water, "This should have never happened, I'm so sorry Stephanie. This is all my fault"

I tried to wipe the tears away," No it's not your fault. I created it, so I should go stop it."

Harry pushed me back, "Oh no you're not. You go to my room. And don't come out."

"Harry. Stephanie is not your sister. You can't just sent a adult to a room."

He pointed to his mom, "I think you guys should leave."

Anne looked back at the kids.

"Now."

She gathered all the kids and Harry's dad. They all but Anne went to the car.

"Well. Have yourself a Merry Christmas Harold."

She pushed a box to his chest, wrapped in beautiful Christmas pattern with a blue bow.

As she left Harry threw the box inside the living room, It sounded as if something was broken. I stood quiet though, I didn't want to upset Harry more.

He slammed the door and picked up his furniture slowly, not saying a word.

"Do you need help.. "

"Leave."

His voice was shaky and cracked.

"If there's anything I can do to help-"

"I said leave. Please."

He kept looking down at his feet.

"It's dark- and cold- no cabs or busses are here."

He looked to the side, Sniffling.

"I don't care."

I picked up a broken bottle. He looked at me. Eyes bloodshot. Nose pink.

"Put that down."

 I ignored him

"Put that down please. I'll take you home."

I put it back down and looked at him

"But we need to have a conversation Harry."

He made eye contact with me. Eyes even more red. "Can you go somewhere else and wait? I'll take you home.... I just- I need to be alone."

A single tear fell from his eye, he reacted quickly and turned around.

I didn't respond, but instead went to his room.

His room was still the same as before. Poor Harry. I swear I heard a little whimper as I was walking upstairs. I laid on Harry's bed, a strong scent of cologne hit me- ditto.