“What a lovely surprise hearing from you this time, Brigh. Do you know how tiring it gets calling you time after time only to get hung up on?” His eerie, chilling voice was teasing. The feeling of disgust shot through me. In an act of pure panic, I snapped the connection. Once I made sure the call was cut, I flung the phone across the room, hands trembling. I forced my breathing back to normal and tried to relax my tense shoulders.
God, I just told him I was home. Why on God’s green earth would I do that?
“Holy fuck I’m an idiot!” I hissed to myself, slapping my head forcefully.
“Brigh? You alright?” Harry’s concerned voice flowed through the closed door. My heart sped up with anticipation.
“I’m fine,” I answered, not moving from my spot. The floorboards creaked from the other side.
“Listen, I know that you’re going through a rough patch right now and with Michael and Kate reacting the way they did doesn’t help. If you want to talk, I’m here, okay?” I could imagine him leaning his head against the door while he said this.
I clasped my clammy hands together. “Thank you Harry,” I whispered.
A silence answered me and when I began to think he had left, he said:
“Do you want me to kick their asses for you?”
I laughed lightly. “No, I’m okay. Really, I am. Just want to be alone for a bit.”
“Okay,” he murmured. “I love you.” My lips cracked in a wide grin.
“I love you too, Harry.” I listened to his boots thump back out into the other room, pulling my knees up to my chest as I did. Across the room, my phone vibrated. Thinking it may be Michael or Kate; I rose unsteadily to my feet and made a dive for my mobile. 1 New Message.
*Did you know that hanging up on someone is very rude? But I guess, that doesn’t matter to you…*
It came from an unknown caller. My poor heart sped up ten times faster. My mobile buzzed again.
*How about a deal? We meet face to face and I’ll tell you what you’re just dying to know. If you don’t answer back in two hours, I’ll be forced to call :D and you know how much I enjoy doing that*
I reread the messages multiple times, rubbing my face roughly and sinking down onto my mattress. Tears of frustration formed in my eyes, my body filling with defeat. I had to hours to reply or else he would call, and with Harry in the same room as me? Things wouldn’t go that well. That I know for a fact.
What do I do? Was the question I kept asking myself repeatedly. What could I possibly do? I wanted to confide in Harry as much as I wanted to confront him. I wanted to ask him about the metal box hidden under all his clothes. I wanted to ask him how he knows the person that wants me dead. And I want to know if he has any sort of involvement in it. The thought made me want to puke, but I mean…I have a right to know. I think I deserve some sort of explanation and so far, Harry has given me nada. Not one damn thing. It’s driving me insane.
I could hear the TV blaring from the living room, catching snippets of Harry’s melodic laughter ringing out loudly at something funny. The sound made my shoulders slump. I felt like I was betraying him in some sort of way. By thinking about something negative about him, by keeping Zayn’s calls a secret. It’s making me feel like a shitty person. Maybe I am…
I kept a close eye on the time as I stayed stowed away in my room. I received the message at ten eighteen, now it was eleven twenty-eight. I still had some time before I had to answer back. To keep my mind off of the dangerous topic, I decided to go into the living room. Harry was still sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the old coffee table, ankles overlapped, arms locked tightly over his chest. His head was leaning towards his left shoulder; sound asleep.
Despite being in my fuzzy pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt, I shivered from the cold and quickly, but quietly, pulled out one of the quilts I stored in the hallway cabinet and tossed it over Harry, switching off the telly seconds after. His deep, even breaths put me at ease. I wanted to put a pillow under his head so his neck wouldn’t hurt in the morning, but I didn’t want to risk waking him. The peaceful silence was exactly what I needed right now.
I tiptoed to the kitchen to get something for my pounding headache. The clock on the microwave seemed to mock me as I watched the minutes pass, swallowing the two pills of ibuprofen. Now the silence is starting to get to me.
I whispered profanity under my breath and pressed a single kiss to Harry’s rosy cheek (due to the cold) and traced along under his jaw before scurrying upstairs. It was time to answer the devil. I slowly locked the door and plucking my phone up from the bed. My two hours are nearly up and all my thoughts and emotions are jumbled up inside, twisting and tying together, making it hopeless to possibly figure anything out. What was it that my grandma always said before she died?
“Keep the faith, don’t lose your perseverance and always trust your gut instinct.”
I guess I’m going to have to use my gut on this one.
*I made up my mind* I typed out and hit send immediately after so no second thoughts would come creeping up. I was about ready to wash my face or do something productive when it buzzed. My pounding head seemed to swell into a raging headache, sending jabs of pain to the middle of my forehead. My fingers instantly started to tremble, much to my dismay. Without looking at the phone, I rushed toward my bag for my anxiety pills. I’m probably going to have an overdose with these things at the rate I’m going at…how lovely.
*Are you going to tell me or do I have to call? Trust me I have no problem doing that. Maybe I’ll give your boy toy a ring…*
I read over the long text and shakily typed out my reply, my breathing growing rather shallow.
*don’t call him that! I’ll meet you as long as you leave Michael and Kate and everyone I care about alone.*
*Great! I have SO many things to tell you*
I inhaled a breath and tugged at my hair roughly, sinking down onto the mattress, finally allowing the tears to stream down my face.
What am I getting myself into?
Hey so here chapter 44. I don’t really like it, I’ve have writers block lately so this is kind of slopped together..
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