Your Life, Your Voice, Your Reason To Be

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4. Chapter 4

I turned to look at the alarm clock on my nightstand.  The bright red letters shone back at me reading 3:09 a.m.  I slowly got out of bed making sure not to wake a sleeping James because there would be hell to pay if I had.  I grabbed my cell phone from the charger and went out to the living room to make a call.  Yes, it is 3:09 a.m and most people would be sleeping by now and most likely not answer their phone, but the call I was about to make... I knew he would answer.

*Ring Ring* a few second passed and the ringing started again... *Ring Ring* then the ringing stopped and I heard rustling around in the backround on the other end of the phone...

"Hello?" the tired voice answered.  He was probably sitting on the other end of the phone rubbing his eyes.  A few second passed before anyone said anything, then he spoke again, "Hello..?"

"H...h...Haryy..?" I breathed out more of like a question than a statement.

He took a deep breath and I knew he recognized the voice on the other end of the phone... "Katherine...” he said as he let out a sigh.

"Yes, Harry... it's me...”

"Katherine... it's really you..." his voice broke, "I've been waiting to hear from you ever since the day... when you left... I told you I'd be waiting for a call that day and here you are... three years later... finally calling me back... Oh gosh Katherine, I miss you so much!" he began to sob into the phone.

At that moment I broke and pools of water began to fill my eyes, hearing the pain I left Harry with, it's heartbreaking.  The day I left, I had told Harry I was going on a trip with James, but there was no getting what was really going on past the stubborn 14 year old.  My little brother begged me not to go, begged me not to leave him behind, but that's exactly what I did.  I left him behind and I never turned back, not until now.

'I know Harry...” I spoke into the phone.  I know he missed me, but I also missed him, more than he could ever imagine.

"How are you?" he asked me, almost as if he was scared to hear the answer.

"I'm alri-..." just then I heard James start to make his way down the hallway signaling he was awake.  "I'm sorry Harry... I have to go."  I whispered into the phone before hitting end and shoving the phone into my pocket.

I headed into the kitchen and grabbed myself a cup of water to make it look less suspicious.

"What are you doing up?" James asked me.

"Just getting some water...” I said as hopped up on the kitchen counter with my feet dangling against the bottom cabinets.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

"Nope...” I said as I took a sip of my water.

I watched James as he got himself a glass of water.  He moved slowly around the kitchen, obviously still half asleep.

"I was sleeping perfectly, until I rolled over to find my girlfriend missing from the bed..."

"Oh... sorry."

"Yeah, so why don't you hurry your little ass up with that glass of water and get back to bed before I really make you sorry."  Leave it to James to threaten me at the earliest hours of the morning just for not being next to him when he woke.  James had this weird thing about not being alone when he slept, and underlying problem.  I've come to realize that it's a fear of his, if I'm not in the bed when he wakes up he fears that I have left him.  In actuality that is a valid fear.  There have been so many times when I thought about getting up and leaving during the night, but I could never bring myself to do it.  Every time I look around the room I see the keys and my phone is perfect positions for a quick snatch and I could be out the door in moments, but then I look to my right, and I can't do it.  I can't do it because when I look to my right I see the man I fell in love with so many years before.  Instead of thinking about our situation now and how things have escalated over the years, every time I look at him, I remember the first memories we share together.  When James was the one I turned to, not ran from, when he was the one who could relieve my pain, not cause it.

I plugged my phone back into the charger and got into bed.  I could feel James beside me as he wrapped me into his arms and laid his head on my shoulder.  I could feel his hot breath on the crook of my neck and hear his breathing because it was the times like these when I loved James.  The times when he was most vulnerable, that's when I learned the most about him, because when he slept, he let me into a part of his life that I don't think he even knows exists.

I rushed back into work the next morning eager to talk to Zayn.  I found him behind the counter helping a customer when I walked up behind the cash register beside him to make it look like I was actually working rather than socializing.

"Zayn...” I said.

"Hmmm?" he hummed out.

"We need to talk."

"Okay," he said as a sly grin appeared on his face.  He was obviously proud of himself but I was in no mood for his weird antics right now.

"Lunch break?" I asked.  "We can go get a sub from the little cafe across the street."

"Alright." he said before directing his attention back to the customer that stood on the other side of the cash register.

There was so much I needed to talk to Zayn about, but mainly about Harry.  There were so many unanswered questions I had for him.  Hearing Harry's voice last night was heartbreaking, but also like a relief because he sounded like the same Harry that I remember from so many years before.  Right now, Zayn was the one I needed to rely on for the questions that I've had ever since his arrival.


AUTHOR NOTE: ooooohhh myyyy gooosh!!!!! I'm so sorry, this chapter absolutely sucks, but just bare with me on this one please.  The story is moving along and there will be some boring chapters and this happens to be one of then but I will make up for it.  I have been so busy with school and soccer that I don't update as much as I'd like to, but I will when I get tthe time, I promise.  Anyways, leave me a comment and tell me what you think, Favorite, Like, become a fan, I want to know what people thinks so far.

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