Declan's POV
Henry is back home and i don't know how but i have suddenly been assigned the task of looking after him in the afternoons, and by looking after him i mean following him around while he ignores the hell out of me.
I get the feeling Weston wasn't kidding that day when he said Henry might not like me, i mean he's barely been back for two days but yet he makes it so obvious.
"I don't think you want to touch that"
Henry turns to look at me and again i can see the hatred in his eyes. I can see the pure hatred and something else, something like confusion and he just turns away and starts walking to the next stand of alcoholic drinks. It's really surprising that this is the first thing he wants to do when he just got out of the hospital.
