Irreplaceable [h.s]

Chapter 9

Leah POV

The bright golden sun shinning through the curtains awakes me from my sleep, making me let out a loud groan. I roughly roll on my side, turning my back towards the window, trying to go back to sleep but I soon realize that it's pointless. I've barley been able to sleep lately in general so considering the horrible pounding I feel in my head right now due to my poor decisions last night, there's a zero percent chance I'll be able to go back to sleep.

I let out a loud scoff, gripping my blanket before I throw it off of my body. I put my hand to my head, my eyes barley open as I step out of my bed, walking towards my bedroom door. As I walk out of my bedroom, I somehow catch my foot on the doorway, stubbing my toe, making me let out a small yelp as I stumble forwards. For fucks sake. This is not what I needed this early in the morning. I grab onto the wall, letting the pain set in for second, processisng it before I begin walking towards the kitchen.

I step in front of one of the cabinets, opening it up before I grab out a small bottle of aspirin. I quickly take off the cap, pouring a few into my hand before I toss it into my mouth. I then look around, realizing I don't have a water bottle sitting out, making me let out a loud sigh. I then go to put down the bottle of medicine as I turn around but I fail, it falling straight onto the floor, the pills scattering.

I feel frustration start to bubble up inside of me, making my jaw tense up. I suck in a long inhale, holding it for a few seconds before I slowly let it out, attempting to calm myself down. I then open up the fridge, reaching in, grabbing out a water bottle. I twist open the cap, taking a long sip out of it, swallowing the pills in my mouth with it. I let out a small exhale as I close up the water bottle and set it down on the counter, looking down at the pills on the floor. Even though I really don't want to clean it up, I know I should.

I bend down to my knees on the floor, scooping up all the small pills in my hands before I slip them back into the bottle. I know some may dispose of them because they've fallen on the floor but that's something I can decide later because I clearly am not having the best morning. I close the small bottle, putting it back in the cabinet before I grab my water bottle and head back into my bedroom, trying not to stub my toe or drop something again.

I nearly throw myself down on my bed, sliding underneath the covers as I rest my head on the headboard. I then look over to my bedside table, quickly reaching over to grab my phone. I turn it on, seeing it's two in the afternoon. Fuck I really slept in. I then put in my passcode, the first screen being Harry's contact on text messages, the sight making me look straight down at the last one I sent.

I might of done something bad.

I may or may not have texted Harry fuck you last night when I started drinking. After everything that I was feeling when I was sober, getting drunk definitely didn't help that at all. In fact, it made me more angry last night than anything. I was already so angry at him for what he did to me and continues to do and once that alcohol set in, it made me furious. I couldn't stop myself when I picked up my phone and messaged him.

I don't think anyone could of stopped me unless they took my phone away from me. But there was nobody there. There was nobody there to stop me. In a way I wish there was but on the other hand, I don't care. I don't care if the message hurts him or shocks him. After every second of pain he's put me through for a little over a month now, I couldn't care less if that one small message hurt him. I don't care if he gets a taste of what he's putting me through.