Never Too Soon

That Was What Did It

POV: Harper

"What is wrong? Please just talk to me." Lauren paused the movie halfway through. I didn't even know what it was about.

I didn't know if I was angry or dejected.

In no way did I make an effort to curl into her arms when the movie started. Lauren ended up wrapping her arms around me and awkwardly pulling carefully me into her side.

"Harper, communication is key and-"

I cut her off with a single raised hand. "I need to talk to Max."

"Um, okay?" Lauren let go of me and walked away. "I'll... I'll be in my room."

I quickly fished my phone out of my pocket and found Max's number.

"Please pickup. Please pickup. Please pickup." I begged him as the phone rang against my ear.

"Hello?" Max asked in a hushed voice.

"Hey, are you busy? I need to talk to someone and I need advice, and you're the best at it." I slowly started to scratch at my arms.

"I can take a break. Give me just a second." Max paused before yelling. "Take a break! Don't care where you go but it can't be here till I call you back!"

"But I only have one eyelash on!" One girl yelled loud enough for me to hear and I snickered to myself. The stress on my mind was no match to a good laugh at a random bitch with eyelash issues.

"Does it look like I care? If it does please tell me so I can fix it." Max sassed back.

A loud scoff came back before it went silent.

"Alright, what's going on, baby doll?" Max asked me after a few seconds.

"I came to Lauren's house because my grandparents' house just didn't feel like home anymore. My dad said it was because I felt as if Lauren was my new home because I love her." I started off with the first heavy thing as if he was a therapist.

"All of that is very true. It may take time to process, but it's true." Max stayed quiet for a second or two, waiting for me to say something else on the matter, before speaking again. "I feel as if that is the smallest of the problems."

"I came here and the guard let me in through the front door, so I guess they just didn't hear me walk in. A woman was yelling at Lauren and begging her to take her back, and Lauren told her that she cheated on her and that it would never happen because she had someone who was mature and kind and whatnot." I rushed out and Max took in a sharp, audible breath.

"Oh dear god. Let me guess. Crazy lady showed up." Max groaned in annoyance.

"If crazy lady is named Camila, yes. She went on to threaten me after Lauren made up some kind of bullshit about how I could kick her ass when in reality I'm about as effective in battle as an infant." I rolled my eyes.

Max giggled. "Go on."

"I responded to her threat with saying something along the lines of 'I've dealt with empty threats all of my life and she'd have to fight me to get to me' while Lauren held me back so I didn't get my ass beat. I knew I'd lose, but I was ready to try or at least be crazier than her to scare her away."

"What's the problem?" Max didn't waste any time in breaking my thoughts apart.

"I met someone that Lauren loved in the past and no matter how much of a strong front Lauren put up, I know it effected her more than it did. She tried to act like I was the only one being awkward about the situation." I bit the inside of my cheek as I shifted to scratching at my bare thigh.