18 - h.s

eighteen

Sophia Elliot

Harry:

Okay, fine. 

When I found your phone, it was unlocked. But I did NOT go through it or anything. I may be an asshole but one thing I do respect is people's privacy. 

But I did add my number in your phone just because I could if I'm completely honest. 

So there, you got the answer to your ever so important question. 

Now, when are you going to give me an answer on what your decision is? 

I scoffed and raised my eyebrows at Harry's response. I could not believe this son of a bitch, he admitted he was an asshole but my God I could use so many more creative words to describe him. I sighed and locked my phone, deciding not to reply just yet, I still wasn't completely sure on what to do to be honest. 

I laid down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling while Toby was sleeping on my pillow and I could not help but smile at the sight. I loved him with all my heart, he was only 18 weeks old and he was so fucking small and delicate. I just loved him so much.

I turned my head back round from Toby's direction and stared back up at the ceiling again, just letting my mind run away with me. I kept thinking about Harry and what he said about my phone, he just seems the guy to snoop through your phone but I guess I'll take his word for it that he didn't, not sure if that was the right thing to do but I didn't care at this point. 

My mind wandered to how this whole 'fake date' thing would work. 

So, we were 'together' just whenever i needed us to be to get at my mom and dad?

 Or would it be all the time? 

Does he meet them once as my 'boyfriend' and then they never hear of him again? 

Will we act like this in front of the school?

 Our friends? 

Will we tell them it's all fake?

Can I tell Aria?

I let my thoughts wander and I quickly got overwhelmed when I realised I found it hard to breathe and I figured out I was holding my breath this whole time as I began to feel lightheaded even though I'd never moved from lying on my bed.

I let out the long breath I was holding and sat up from my bed. I looked up at the time and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a week, I wasn't really tired, I was just tired of being awake and feeling like this. I needed to escape for a while where it felt like nobody could touch me or get to me.

I walked over to my dresser and just grabbed a set of clothes that I wasn't even looking at, really because if I'm honest, I didn't care what the fuck I put on or what I looked like. I did notice that it was a pair of sweatpants that I knew didn't belong to me because they were too long. 

I chuckled and rolled them up to actually fit me length-wise and it reminded me to give Josh them back at some point. I threw on a random white t-shirt and just tucked it loosely into the light grey sweatpants that were now short enough for me. I looked in the mirror and I looked terrible, I audibly gasped at the state of me but I just didn't have the energy to do anything about it.

Sighing, I just grabbed a scrunchie from my nightstand and just threw my hair up into it, again not really giving a fuck what it looked like. I shrugged and walked back over to my bed and grabbed my phone and my towel in the other hand.