18 - h.s

seventeen

Sophia Elliot 

Harry:

So, have you thought about it yet princess?

My brows furrowed as I wondered how he got my number. So when I said I didn't have his number and called him a fuckwit, this is why he laughed?

What the fuck?

I sighed and frantically typed back a reply,

Me:

How the fuck did you get my number and why is your name already saved? You were never in my contacts.

I locked my phone and sighed, throwing it on my bed and moving Toby from my lap so I could stand up as I began to pace, my thoughts whizzing round my head, getting faster as my pacing grew faster as well.

Hang on,

Calm down.

I took a deep breath to try and calm down because I tended to get really worked up and anxious quickly, panicking over things that have no need to be panicked over but my anxiety was really playing me with this one. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone pinging once again and I began to walk over and reached to pick it up but I hesitated and pulled my hand back, wondering if I should just block the number and forget it ever happened but after today, I just knew he would do exactly the same thing to talk to me about whatever he wanted to I figured this was the best of the two options here.

I sighed and reached out for my phone, seeing Harry's name light up on my phone as I expected it to, but seeing three texts this time.

Harry:

I asked you first, babe. You don't answer a question with a question. I thought you'd know that princess.

Just give me an answer.

I've told you once, I hate waiting.

I sighed at his stupid smart ass comment but he was kind of right even though I didn't want to admit it, he did ask me a question first, I guess.

Me:

Fine, to answer your question, no I haven't thought about it yet. Now answer mine.

I locked my phone and threw it on my bed and walking around my room, waiting for an answer and pacing around my room again but this time, Toby slept soundly on my bed, not even knowing I was there anymore.

I sighed again, swiping my tongue over my lips and reaching for my towel, deciding that maybe a shower would help me feel a little bit better. I opened my door quietly and peered out, making sure neither of my parents were up here and I sighed in relief when I heard them talking quietly downstairs, probably eating dinner and my stomach dropped at the fact they didn't call me down, because this is when I knew something was wrong. 

This was always how they let me know they were pissed at me. I sighed and tiptoed across the floor, making my way to the bathroom and trying my best not to make noise on the creaking floorboards.

As soon as I made it into the bathroom, I slammed the door shut and locked it, not feeling so anxious about slamming the door this time because there was a lock on it because there pretty much had to be.

I did beg to have a lock on my bedroom door but it was an argument that turned into them not talking to me for 3 days because 'I was being disrespectful' and 'you don't ask for privacy' or in my case, beg for it. 'You earn it'.