Chapter 10 - Night changes

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Walking through the dark neighbourhood, owls hooting in the hidden trees, I advance towards my house. I can tell that my mother is still awake by the light shining through the front window's curtain.

I stroll up our cobbled brick pathway towards the front door and begin to dig through my jean pockets in search for my key.  As I pull them out they slip through my fingers sending them clattering to the ground.

"ugh just my luck," I mumble under my breath having to bend down to retrieve my keys.

I go ahead and unlock the door and successfully return the keys to my pocket. Stepping inside, I shut the door behind me as quietly as possible. I turn back around and study the rooms upstairs; the lights are off, so my brother and father must be asleep already.

Before I could creep upstairs, I can feel eyes on me like lasers. Hesitantly, I steadily turn my head to look into the living room. The barely audible Tv flickers light onto the wall where my mum sits alone on the sofa.

As soon as my eyes catch hers she grabs the remote and turn the tv down completely and shuffles on the sofa so she is facing me fully. I dare not move.

"How was the carnival sweetie?" She asks, clearly ignoring our little dispute earlier.

She may have let go but I haven't, not yet at least.

"It was alright I guess, it was very busy," I respond giving her a vague answer.

She continues to sit there staring at me with a forced polite smile on her face. Realising that she has nothing left to add and the awkward silence lingering, I am quick to fill the quietness.

"I'm gonna go up to bed now, I'm tired." I mention getting a goodnight from my mum.

I walk up the stairs purposely avoiding the creaky parts to not disturb others sleeping. When I get to my room I open my door and gently shut it behind me. Walking over to my desk, I pick out a new record from my stash and lay it down on my record player.

The music springs to life. The sound of Daydreamer by David Cassidy starts playing as the record spins. I kick off my shoes sending them flying about my room and collapse onto my bed.

I cross my arms behind my head and look up at the ceiling. My eyes crinkled at the edges and the corners of my lips turned upwards as I think back on the night I had.

I shut my eyes and let my mind wander along with the song. My body is engorged in a warm delightful feeling of security. Oddly enough, I feel calm and centred. It's different. It's new. It's kind of weird. I like it.

Eventually, my arms become numb so I remove them from behind my head and slot them into my jacket pockets. I flinch as I feel something touch my left hand.

Tentative, I reach back into my pocket and grab a hold of the mysterious object. A tissue? I hope so!

I pull it out, it's... a crumpled piece of paper. I unfold it and to my disbelief a phone number is written upon it.

Harry must have slid it in my pocket when he helped me onto the haunted ghost train. I roll over and snatch my phone off my bedside table with excitement.

glancing between my phone and the creased paper, I plug in his number into my phone and save it under my contacts. I open up a new message.

I stare blankly and uncertainly at his name at the top of the screen. Biting at my knuckle, I don't know what to say, I'm not entirely sure I should say anything at all. The song comes to an end.

I give in to my overthinking, placing my phone back on the dresser and hauling myself off of my bed. I walk into my bathroom and turn on the light illuminating the shower. My reflection stares back at me and for once I look happy.

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I step out of the shower careful not to slip, the heat has fogged up the mirror now hiding me from myself. I wrap myself in my off-white towel and use my smaller one to wrap up my hair.

Returning back to my room to get my pyjamas, dripping water all over my carpet, my phone flashes on. I forget about the task at hand and wander over to my phone. Picking it up, I click on the dimming screen to wake it back up.

'Harry' in black bold letters shines back at me. I don't think. There's not much to say.

 There's not much to say

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SENT

Oh my god! What have I done? Why did I text him? Why am I so stupid? well there's nothing I can do now he's probably seen it already.

Gosh this is so embarrassing! I switch off my phone worried that he wont text back and return to the bathroom to change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth.

I switch off the bathroom light behind me and close the door. I then roll into bed curling up into a ball on my side. I reach for my lamp and with one last glance at my phone, I flick the switch.

Darkness

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