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It Takes Patience

Chapter 37: Constant Reminders

*Harry’s POV*
The sun shined bright through the shutters this morning and though I tried to squeeze my eyes tighter to bring back some type of darkness, light specs still flickered beneath my eyelids. When I opened my eyes they snapped back shut against my will, the fucking sun felt like it would have melted them right out of their sockets! I sat up a bit too quickly and immediately regretted it. My head was pounding as if someone was there kicking it in with steal toe boots on. I brought my hands to massage my temples hoping that it would bring me some relief but gained no avail. It wasn’t until I looked around the room that I noticed that I wasn’t at home. This is Zayn’s room. When I stood up to get out of bed I was only in my boxers and, there was a bucket next to the bed that was full of barf. I grabbed my mouth and nose with one hand in disgust while walking out of the room and down the stairs. Louis was in the living room watching television and eating cereal out of the box when he spoke.

“It lives and breathes!” Why does he have to be so damn loud?! I grabbed my head to rub my temples again when he screamed.

“Fuck Lou can you not?! I have a headache the size of fucking Jupiter!” I snapped unintentionally. I just really don’t feel good.

“No shit, Harry! After what you did your lucky your head is the only thing that hurts! We could have kicked your ass for the shit you pulled yesterday.” Louis was angry and I don’t understand why. His comment caught me off guard and I can feel my own temper flare up.

“What the fuck are you talking about Louis? I didn’t do shit to you or the lads...or at least I don’t think I did.” I sat down in the recliner in the living room when it hit me. I really don’t remember shit from yesterday that would have made anyone angry with me. There was Gemma’s graduation, and then her party, then glasses and me went in the pantry and had some fun....That’s it. My mind draws a complete blank after that. I can’t help but to grin to myself when I think about the pantry. Who taught Reagan how to do... that?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Harry?!” Louis looks at me dumbfounded by my confession and I mimic the same expression he gives me back to him.

“You really don’t remember losing your shit the other night after finding out that your mum got engaged?” When Louis mentioned my mum’s engagement to me, everything from the night before started to come back in bits and pieces. I was going to tell Reagan about the dream and we argued. No, not argued...I told her the truth!

“Shit, Reagan!” I ran my hands over my face to try to calm my nerves.

“I told her, I told her what happened?...” My words came out barely audible and my head started to pound again. What have I done?

“Yeah, you told her the truth and then you snapped at her and your mum, your sister, and Robin! And when you ran the fuck off no one knew where you were! We lied to your mum and told her you came here because she was so distraught. We were out looking for you all night and part of the next day when we found you in fucking Cheshire! If it wasn’t for Reagan being there you would have woken up in your old room at Maudsley again so you might as well call her and give her a thanks and maybe even offer to kiss her ass, you owe her so much!” When Liam put me in the back seat of my car I thought that I dreamed that glasses was there rubbing my head! All of me wanted to call her, text her and tell her thank you in more positions than one, but I know I can’t. She’ll never look at me the same now that she knows. I could tell by the expression on her face after I blurted it out to her on accident.

Louis continued to tell me how I disgraced myself over the last few hours and I began to draw more and more into myself when he stopped and noticed my mood change.

“Harry?” I glanced over at him not able to make eye contact when he informed me that he had picked up my meds from my mom’s house so that I could take them.

When I got dressed and went back home, I was more than thankful that my mum was at work. I feel horrible about what I did and I know she will be disappointed in me more than anything else and the damned disappointed look hurts worse than when she’s angry. When I put my keys on the counter and go up to my room, I see the holes that I put in the walls and in my door. I walk out of my room and down the hall to go to Gemma’s and I see that she’s asleep. Gemma stirs in the bed and when she wakes up; she looks at me and pats the space next to her. I walk over and lay down feeling forgiven as soon as I do. I don’t speak the words, but I know she knows that I’m sorry. (http://pbs.twimg.com/media/BQNXspDCIAEl3U4.jpg:large)

*Reagan’s POV*
I woke up in Peyton’s bed but Peyton wasn’t there next to me. When got out of bed and noticed that I wasn’t wearing my jeans I instantly panicked. I know we didn’t have sex, but the fact that he undressed me made me feel violated somehow. I quickly put my clothes back on and walked out into the living room, to find that Peyton was nowhere to be found. However, there was breakfast on the table and a note that read ‘Ran down to the corner shop to get you a coffee Xx.’ Peyton is a sweet heart and I feel silly for feeling violated after I read the note. He hasn’t got one dishonorable bone in his body. I take out my phone and am saddened that I have no texts from anyone. Have I really upset everyone that much? When Peyton opens the door a small smile comes to my face when I see the Starbucks frappes in his hand.

“You’re awake. Sorry for leaving you here, but I didn’t have anything for you to drink with your breakfast so I figured everyone likes Starbucks.” I walk over to Peyton and give him a small kiss on the cheek before I take the frappe and eat breakfast with him. Peyton is a great distraction from Harry. Harry. I am still worried about him and find myself texting Louis to ask him how H. is as Peyton drives me home.

To: Louis

Hi Louis, this is Reagan. I just wanted to know how Harry is doing and you too of course? Did you get any rest?”
From: Louis
Very sweet of you babe! I’m out with Eleanor now nice and rested. Harry is fine and back at home. He didn’t remember shit from the other day!

A glimmer of hope rushes through me. Maybe he didn’t remember what he told me and we can start over professionally without there being any tension. I can get the whole story and bury myself into writing the actual paper instead of dragging out my time with him. I try to ignore the way my stomach churns at the thought of not seeing him anymore after the assignment is done but I can’t. Why do I still like him so much? I push my thoughts to the back of my mind and kissed Peyton before I went back to my flat to deal with Channel. When I opened the door, she and Laurie were on the couch watching tv and laughing.

“Hey there you are. Where did you go?” I am genuinely shocked by Channel’s change in attitude towards me, but then I remember that Laurie is here and that is probably the only reason for it.

“I went to hang out with Peyton and ended up falling asleep over there. Sorry.” As the words come out of my mouth Channel and Laurie both look at each other before asking ‘how was it’ in unison. I laugh and shake my head before I deny having sex with Peyton. That thought has never crossed my mind ever since I started having sex with Harry, even before that. Peyton is attractive, but I can’t see it happening in the near future.

“No! I didn’t do that! I just fell asleep, that’s it that’s all. We ate breakfast this morning and now I’m back here. End of story.”

“Sure Rea-Tard, if that’s what they’re calling it now.” Channel laughs a genuine laugh that makes me think that she really has calmed down from yesterday and I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom to take a shower. When I get in, I hear my phone vibrate on the granite counter top and when I finish my shower and check it, I damn near drop it.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!



The text was blank but my heart rate and pulse quickens as if there were a detailed message. What kind of game is he playing? My fingers are typing a message back before I know what I’m doing.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Yes? Can I help you Harold?

When I text his full name I catch myself rereading the conversation we had only a day ago when he told me what he would prefer that I call him when I got a message back.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Sorry Reagan. I didn’t mean to text you.

My heart slightly stops when he calls me by my name and I take a deep breath to ease the pain that it causes. He must have remembered what happened by now.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
But since I did, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry...
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
That’s so genuine for you to tell me through text message. Thanks.

I don’t know where my inner bitch came from but I want to punch her face and tell her that this is not the time. It’s my fault I should be the one apologizing.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
You’re angry, I get that. But I really am sorry. I’m not sure that you would want to see me for a face to face apology...now that you know.

Tears threaten to fall before I text him back. I would give anything right now to see him, but it was not supposed to be that way in the first place and it definitely can’t be that way anymore.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I’m sorry too. It really wasn’t my place to tell you about your mom. It just slipped.
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
It’s not your fault. I would have found out eventually and reacted the same way. Thank you also, for not telling...again. I’ll let you go now.

My focused professional side kicked in. Since we are communicating now, there is no better time to ask this. Plus the thought of him 'letting me go' makes me frantic.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!

Harold wait, I still have to shadow you because I didn’t tell. You didn’t tell me everything, just what you did. I need an explanation for my paper. Do you think you can help me out that way?
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Yes...When do you want to talk about it?

I text Harry and ask him to meet me at the coffee shop by my house tomorrow around noon and he agrees. Even though this is strictly a business meeting, I cannot stop the butterflies that rise and flutter in my stomach at the thought of seeing the reason for all of my recent stress and heart ache.

Notes

Hi guys so so so sorry for not being able to update at a decent hour, But since i am posting this chapter now I will definitely have the next chapter up later on today. What are you guys thoughts on this chapter? Let me know in the comment section below because I absolutely love reading you guy's feed back and replying to it! Be sure to rate and subscribe if you are enjoying the roller coaster ride that is bipolar Harry Styles and as always, love you for reading! :DXx

Comments

I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good

@Elizabeth1Dfan
I'm sorry I just saw this comment! I'm definitely going to update the 3rd part of the story! I'm so sorry that I'm taking a while. Its just because I'm at school but I PROMISE I will finish it xx

Are you going to update on this story please I need to know what happens please update and I hope they stay together and with a happy ending they deserve it

@Cate
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