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Chapter 22: Something is coming

Boring and endless flipping through channels, I drink down the last of my cold coffee from the morning. I write down chicken scratch on an essay that is due in 14 hours. My phone dings for the third time this week and I only ignore it. I stop on a tattooing show and look back to the blank paper. I'm supposed to be writing a business plan for a company that is falling behind and needs new business support.

I finally went back to going to classes in February, my birthday was getting shit text from people who could care less, self loathing, and trying to make up work I missed. I stopped the drinking and starvation and gave up trying to forget about the girl I fucked up.

Tomorrow is coming faster than I would like and I'm dreading waking up tomorrow. March 22 is the day that me and Mia should have been planning. One year, our first year together and here I am, without her. There's not a second I wish I knew where she was, where I wish I could see her one more time and try my hardest to bring her back into my arms. But it doesn't matter how hard I wish or pray I always wake up alone.

I shut my laptop and walk to the kitchen. I shove another tasteless TV dinner in the microwave and stand by the window. I cringe at the happy couple walking hand in hand through the park.

I hear a knock and for a second I stand still hoping the uninvited person goes away. "Harry open up or I'm breaking down the door." I lean against the counter and wait. "Harry!" no matter how hard they knock I'm not moving.

My TV dinner finishes up and I stand looking at the door eating the partly cold macaroni and cheese. I smirk as the knocking stops and I walk back to the living room and plant down on the sofa.

I nearly choke as the door swings open. I stand and watch as a very pregnant Lydia stomps in. "Did you not hear me!?" she yells in my face and I look at the door wondering if she really break open the door. "You make me walk down stairs and get the damn key where the hell have you been!?" I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

She turns off the TV and closes the door. "What are you doing here?" my voice finally wakes up.

"I need a favor," she looks me up and down. "You look like hell."

"I see the hormones have kicked in." I slump back down on the sofa and watch as Lydia picks up the empty cans set on the coffee table. She returns from the kitchen and sits in front of me on the now cleared table and the awkward silence falls between us.

"Well?" she ask and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What do you mean well you came here? What do you want?" I roll my eyes and she blushes.

"Right uh I need a place to stay and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind a roommate?" she gives me nervous smile.

"What happened to Zac, you know the father of that blimp." I point to her stomach and she gives me the finger.

"He travels and he's gone till mid April, the doctor said it's not a good time to stay home alone this late into the pregnancy."

"And your Mom and Dad's?"

"They have stairs and it's not safe, what if I fall? Plus two pregnant woman in one house is more of a hazard than the stairs."

"It's a big house I think you could avoid each other." I sarcastically say, I know she's making excuse after another.

"Please Harry." Huh this could benefit both of us.

"Fine but under a couple of conditions." She waits for me to continue. "I don't want anyone over, no one. I don't want you girling up anything no pink shit. No commenting on anything I do got it?" she bites her lip and nods. "Good your room is through that door." I point to the door next to the sofa and she stands. I get up to throw the disgusting trey. As I'm walking back Lydia surprises me as she hugs me.