Can you hear them sing? - Larry Stylinson novel

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chapter 6

Niall came over.

I handed a paper to Harry. He seemed to be in a hurry, even though his work didn't start until another hour. He read it and pulled his blouse on.

"He did? When?" Harry asks as buttoning his shirt. I got back to writing. After I got better with walking, we decided to change one of my rehabilitation day to speech therapy. Good idea, expect I'm not allowed to speak. Mark said that it's better to speak with him than to risk it. After all, it is a miracle that I can even say some words. When I first got admitted in the hospital, they doubted that I could talk or walk ever again. Now that it's almost eight months ago and I'm already doing both, Mark doesn't want me to hurry with it.

Like a month ago.

"And you're telling me about this now?" Harry questioned and frowned his brows. I just shrugged, I didn't bother to answer. Me and Harry won't talk a lot nowadays. He's at work, comes home late, we eat and Harry says he's tired so he either goes to take a nap or watches something on our tv quietly, not saying a word. He sometimes even spends the whole day at Zayn's or wherever they're at. He doesn't bother to tell me about it, it bugged me at first but I realised the pattern. He comes home with more groceries than we need, something easy to make, next day after work he asks if it's alright to spend the day with Zayn. Like I could say no. I miss him though, he is here but not absent like he used to be. My soccer team's teens came yesterday unexpectedly, unexpectedly for me. Harry knew about it, he forgot to mention. They were bummed that they didn't get Harry's famous chocolate chip cookies that he always makes. But I guess that's just how it is going to be now.

Besides, we never even had that talk with Harry. Whether it's okay or not that he's with Zayn. Harry just assumed it's okay, maybe it would be okay. I just wished that he would talk to me about it, about anything in the matter of fact. Harry left the kitchen to check his hair from the mirror located in our hallway. I bit my tongue and wrote something.

You're leaving early?

When Harry came back, he read the note and shrugged.

"I promised to Zayn that I would come early, some rich assholes wants to buy the company and he needs me there once they come." He explained and started clearing the table. Another thing he didn't tell me about, thanks, great Harry.

Harry sighed and looked around him.

"I guess I'm off. See you later." He said and kissed my head before leaving to get his shoes. Couple moments later the front door got shut. And there I am again, spending another Friday alone. Though, I have been meaning to do something. I never paid back that bail money to Harry's mom. Now that I have it, I could go bring it to her. She isn't much in touch with us, anymore, just like everyone else. Harry's a bit bitter to her too, actually more than I am. Cause Harry loved how me and his mother got along. We were almost like platonic soulmates, but Anne was just one of those people who couldn't handle me. She came to the hospital once, I think. That's the last time I saw her. So maybe it wouldn't be that bad of an idea. I do miss her. A cap to the other side of the city, pays a little too much, so I would have to ask for a ride. The only person with a car, who's willing to do that, is Niall. He sent me a friend request on Facebook later that day he came over, but I didn't accept or decline it. Maybe it's time to do that now.

I scrolled through Niall's Facebook. He's currently single, even though there's a blondie who really tries to flirt with him through comments. Not much have changed, he hasn't been posting much. I sighed a little and went to press the little 'accept' box on the screen.

I know it's 2014 already, and all that new technology is out, but I just can't bring myself into buying a smart phone. I like my old one a lot! It's just starting to get to that point where the battery is gone within couple of hours. Besides, I won't admit it out loud, but I would've rather scroll through Facebook on a phone than laptop.