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Chapter Five

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think they'd understand.  When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to see who I am."

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

-Hayden-

Maybe I didn't like Josh so much after all.  After Josh busted Harry and I's bubble, I gathered up the kids and myself without a glance at anyone else.  For one I was pissed of at Josh, but I was also curious about what Harry meant by saying those things.

"I was afraid of what I would of done to you if I didn't,"  I groaned at the idea of everything I actually wanted him to do to me.  Maybe these watt pad stories would come in handy.

I watched myself in the mirror as I put on my moisturizer.  I was an absolute idiot.  I can't be in any type of relationship with anyone like Harry.  Someone who can have anyone. I tried to relax with my music, but nothing seemed to soothe my mood.  Tiffany had taken the kids back with her about an hour ago, and since I didn't have to fake my mood anymore, I jumped into a nice hot bath with one of  my beloved Lush Bath Bombs.  Nothing was helping me. I grabbed my new laptop and got into my giant bed, surrounding myself with my penguin and ladybug pillow pets and blankets.  I logged into it, signing into my work watt pad account. I started scrolling through some One Direction fanfics, trying to figure out which ones sounded delete-able, when my phone dinged with a text.  

"Hey Hon! Sorta upset you havent talked to me since you left.  You were supposed to call everyday, but since it was your first couple days I let it slide. No more sliding.  Contact me ASAP!!"   Oh god, it was Emma.  I haven't even thought about her since I got here. 

"Calling you on Face time now" I typed back as I opened my handy new Face time app on the laptop.  My face popped up on the screen, waiting for her to answer.  I was so happy it was her, she would be the one to bring me out of my love-funk.  A tiny part of me hated that it was her, because I really didn't want to talk to anyone, and she is definitely a pro at knowing when I'm upset. I smiled as my best friends face popped up on the screen.  All other things aside, I started crying.  I missed my best friend, I missed my family. The only way I felt at home when I was here was when I was around Kolt and Isabella, and they can't even carry on adult conversations. 

"Oh Hayden, it really is you!" I heard her exclaim over my tears.  I was doing the ugly cry now, no doubt, her voice like another stab.

"Hay, don't cry! Look I'm right here! Talk to me, sugar, what's wrong?" I waited to calm down before I spoke. Getting my breathing under control and my eyes dried so I could see her properly.

"Oh god, Emma, everything's a mess here. I'm working for One-fucking-Direction, and I have the biggest crush on Harry! Not to mention, dad isn't even that great at being a dad! I know, I know, he's new at this and all, but he can't try when he's in meetings all damn day!"  I continued rambling until I was sure I was going to pass out I was breathing so hard. 

"Hayden, first things first, calm down.  Take a deep breath and just listen to me, okay?" What was she doing, I'm supposed to be the adult in our friendship, not her.  Not that I'm really up for it at the moment.

"Okay, great.  Now, before I even touch the sad part of this conversation, One Direction you say?" She gave me this shit-eating grin, knowing it would make me happier.  I told her everything, from meeting everyone to having Harry's laptop, even the whole thing about what happened today. I felt so great, having someone to talk to who knew me so well.  I quickly grew tired, laying my head down and plugging my laptop and phone into their chargers.  I watched as Emma turned off her own lights, and lay down in bed. We both propped our laptops up so we could lay down but still talk.  We didn't talk.  We laid there, both of us choking on sobs.  Emma and I were supposed to spend this year together before college, in New York.  It was on our bucket list.  We had been saving up the money for so long, we were so prepared.  My parents agreeing on me doing this, had put a stop to our plans.  Had put a stop to us being in the Big Apple.  Being on our own out in the world, experiencing and making our own stories to tell.   Plus we never spent more than a week apart, and it was about to be a week now. I died to laugh with her, the one other person who understood me, and even when she didn't understood that she still loved me.  We were the best of friends, and having Face time as the only way to talk to each other, killed me, as I'm sure it did her, too. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep sleep was Emma humming along to the Goo Goo Dolls playing on my iHome.

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"Hayden, Hayden, wake up," What monster would do this.  Wake me up when I didn't have a job that required leaving my bed.  I rolled over, my eyes still closed, and checked the time. 7:09.  AM.

"What the hell!" I sat up quickly, accidentally bumping heads with whoever had woken me up. I heard a deep groan close by, not being able to see with my curtains pulled together.  

"Gee, remind me to never wake you up ever again,"  Woah, no. Not happening. I must still be asleep.  What a dream.

"Harry?" My voice still scratchy and dry with sleep.  I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up faster. 

"No, I'm the sand man. I don't approve of your dreams lately," I heard his smile as he said it. I heard a distance click and it was like God himself was standing in front of me as the lights came on.  Harry was wearing a white shirt, tattoos visible, dark wash jeans that hugged him beautifully, and my favorite part, was his hair. In a bun. God, maybe this was a dream.

"Wait a second, did you just make a joke?" I smirked, watching as his cheeks lit with a perfect shade of pink.

"Excuse me, Hayden, but I was requested to retrieve you from your chamber, dressed in something that can get dirty, and bring you to the children waiting for, and I quote, their Red," It was his turn to smirk, as my cheeks got red, and as I laughed at his formal voice.  I turn to see Tiffany run in, looking none-too-happy. 

"If your eyes are open, why aren't you at least getting dressed," She rolled her eyes, pulling me out of the warm bed, and basically dumping me into Harry's arms.  She made my bed, just as perfectly as I liked it. 

"Oh, and put on a bathing suit under your clothes, the kids have been begging all morning to go swimming," 

As if just realizing I was in Harry's arms, I jumped out, almost falling onto the floor until he picked me up by the waist and walked me over to my bathroom counter, as if I weighed nothing. He smiled at me, leaning down as if to kiss me.  Of course, if I could hear my heartbeat, then so could he, right? He grabbed my chin lightly, turning my head slightly to the right, kissing my cheek. 

"Get dressed, and meet us outside. Quickly," He smirked as he turned and shut my door, leaving me alone in my thoughts.  What was I going to do know?  I started brushing my teeth without thinking about it.  Apparently my body had made up my mind for me.

I was going to spend time with Harry and the kids. 

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Short Chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something before the next one I post.  I know I haven't posted in a while, but school is the only response I have to that.

Stay tuned!!!