29. 29. The Necklace
My mind makes a mental note that I probably shouldn't text Harry in the next twenty-four hours. He needs time to cool off from... whatever he was fuming about. As my mind delves deeper into what just happened in the car ride, I find myself at a loss of a solution seeing that I cannot figure him out. I simply am unable to wrap my mind around the reasoning behind his aggrivation. Did I do something wrong? This question pops into my mind and when I can't answer questions on my own it drives me to hell. It's one of my weaknesses. Not knowing this kills me, so I provide myself with a temporary replacement of an answer which is: he didn't like it when I had the phase of 'super jealous girlfriend' with the cashier.
Whether this was the correct answer or not, it will have to do until Harry and I talk again. Since we don't really get into that many arguments, I'm not sure when we'll makeup but he can't hold a grudge forever.
I walk into the house and mum notices I'm home when the heavy door slams louder than I expected. "How was the mall, sweets?"
Why must every parent ask how things went or how we're doing or if our day was well? "If I say 'terrible are you going to ask me 'why'?" I tease.
"Of course I'll ask why." She whines out.
"Then it was fine." And I hear her huff with some desparation. I bolt upstairs so she cannot question me.
I lay on top of my bed covers and stare at the ceiling. I have nothing to do now that Harry basically ditched me. I reach my hand down to the bag beside my bed and pull up my necklace, It really is beautiful, it would look nicer with that blouse I saw on the mani can though, but a certain curly haired boy made us leave early... just thinking about it gives me a headache. Every single bit of it. I don't even want the necklace now anyway. With this new thought, I toss it across my room, accidentally making it land next to the A.C. vent. Our vents do not sit on the wall, but the floor rather and this soon turns into quite the hazard. Only one piece of the chain slips in... then two, then three, etc. I watch from afar as the jewels are pulled down through the cracks. My heart race increases at first, but once I hear the entire piece thud through the metal maze, it's actually kind of relaxing to me. My stressing thoughts move to the back burner and everything I was thinking about before, is oddly under my radar.