I hadn’t left my room at all since my dad sent me to it last night. I didn’t see the point of going down to eat breakfast with him this morning because I figured he was either going to ignore me, which honestly I would probably be doing to him, or he was going to ask me questions again about Harry.
All I was really think about was hoping that Harry wouldn’t call or text my phone at all. I wasn’t sure if my dad took it to work with him or hid it somewhere in the house, but either way at some point he’d see a text from Harry. I just had to hope that if Harry did try to contact my phone before I got to reach him, I sure hope that he just starts off with a greeting instead of asking me if I wanted to meet up or something. I was looking out my window and making sure my dad’s car was completely gone before I headed downstairs.
I used most of last night on my laptop trying to track down the home phone number of Harry’s aunt’s place so I could call it once my dad had left, which he had now. It took me awhile to find the number though because I couldn’t remember her last name, and I knew it wasn’t the same as Harry’s since she had been married before and never let go of her late husband’s name.
I soon remembered it and got the home number from an online phone book. I was praying that this was the right number because if it wasn’t I really had no other way of contacting Harry, whether it’s to tell him that I don’t have a cell phone for the time being, or just to talk or make plans with him. I mean technically I could still hang out with Harry because my dad’s punishment was that my phone was taken away. He never told me that I couldn’t leave the house, especially if I just watched the time better and get home before he does.
I grabbed the home phone off of its charger and dialed in the number that I had scribbled down on a torn piece of paper. The phone was ringing a few times until I finally heard it connected, and I waited to hear a voice on the other end.
“Hello?” a voice finally said and I recognized it as Tammy’s voice, Harry’s aunt.
“Um,” I cleared my throat, “Is Harry there?” I asked her trying my best to mask my voice a bit so she doesn’t realize that it’s me calling.
“Yes, he is, may I ask who’s calling?” she asked me, and I hesitated in a moment of panic before answering.
“Could I just talk to Harry please,” I said in the most polite way that I could.
“Yes, of course,” she told me and she said to hang on a second while she went to get him, and I was relieved that I had the right number. I heard a few muffled voices in the background before finally hearing a voice through the phone again. “Hello?” I instantly knew the voice was Harry’s. “Hey,” I said back.
“Gabrielle?” he whispered and I assumed his aunt was nearby.
“Yeah it’s me,” I told him.
“Why are you calling me on my aunt’s home phone?” he asked.
“Because mine got taken away, you haven’t tried to text or call it have you?”
“No, no I haven’t, why did it get taken away?” he asked me.
“Take a guess,” I told him.
“You got in trouble for getting home late?” he asked.
“Yeah, and for being with you the whole time,” I added on.
“Wait you told him who I was?” he asked me with a bit of confusion and panic to his voice.
“All I told him was your name and that I was with you,” I told him.
“Why did you tell him?” he asked me.
“Well there’s no point in lying to him, in the end people always figure out the truth, and I couldn’t take lying to him anymore. That would’ve been the third time I’d been in a situation where I lied to him if I had. Harry I don’t like lying to him it’s not comfortable for me,” I said to him,
“Plus I don’t get why you care, I’m the one who’d get in trouble with him,” I added.
“Trust me, if you go down, I most likely will too,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means your dad will probably hunt me down and I don’t know, yell at me, threaten me, he’d get my aunt involved in all this,” he said, “So just be careful and don’t tell him anything else,”
“I wasn’t planning on telling him anything else Harry, he was already mad at me for getting home late and spending the day with a guy he doesn’t know, do you know what his reaction would be if he found you were a hockey player?” I said.
“No,” he answered.
“Well neither do I, and I’d like to keep it that way,” I told him and hung up the phone, only to redial the number again a few moments later.
“Hello?” I heard Harry sigh into the phone.
“Sorry,” I told him, and he let out a dry laugh,
“Don’t be, you had every right to rant and then hang up,”
“Can you come over or something today?” I asked him.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now,” he said.
“Please, my dad isn’t home and if we watch the time closely, he’d never know you were,” I begged.
He hesitated for a moment, probably contemplating the possible outcomes of this situation, but he eventually agreed. He really shouldn’t be as worried as he is because if my dad does see that Harry is over, I’ll get in a whole lot more trouble than he will. He’ll just get a threat from my dad; I’ll get the threat and the outcome of it.
“Oh,” I quickly said before he hung up, remembering something that I needed to tell him.
“What?” he asked.
“Don’t park across the street,” I told him.
“What? Where do you suggest I park then? In your driveway? Because I can think of more bad to that than I can good,” he said.
“No, park further down the street, I’ll explain later okay?” I told him.
“Okay,” he agreed, and then we both hung up the phone.
I had completely forgot to tell him about my dad seeing his car parked across the street the other day, and I’m glad I remembered now. If Harry ended up staying as long as he did last time, there’s a chance my dad might see his car. Even though my dad is completely oblivious to the fact that it’s Harry’s car, I don’t want him to start getting his suspicions now, because I’m pretty sure he’s going to be watching my every move now.
Once I put the home phone back on the holder, I looked down and realized that I was still in my pajamas. I quickly headed upstairs to find something to wear and get dressed and ready before Harry arrived.