They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 14

AHHHH I have like no life and reading all these fanfics just makes it worse haha...yet still I do this everyday! I'm bright eh? All my free timei n band adds up though-I've finished 3 books just in that class already.

Anywho I'm rambling whish is what I do and not what you want to read so onto the book!!! :)

I'm one of those weird sleepers. The ones where after 30 minutes of laying down, the sheets were on the floor and the comforter piled on my head. Unfortunately remembering important facts after a good couple hours of slumber comes with it.

I sit up immediatly as I realise what's wrong.

It's not Liam. We finished our homework and had a blast with Zayn in Niall last night.

I don't know why this came to me but before I know it I'm going straight for my phone, typing a text before my mind can even process what it says.

Wanna help me put up Christmas tonight?

My fingers send the message and I'm toss my phone onto the mattress next to me. I doubt Harry will respond considering it's almost 4:30 in the morning. I sigh.

Liam had already told me he was going to be doing something with Louis after school so I figured why not put out the decorations? And why not get Harry to help?

I'm beginning to fall back asleep when the sleek white phone hums against my mattress. I grab it, sliding the arrow and entering my passcode as I crack my toes. It was another one of my strange night habits. 

Sorry, busy.

Uhhh? I can't help but feel offended. He didn't even tell me busy with what!!

Courtney, I begin speaking to myself in my mind, of course he's busy he's a world famous popstar for pete sake! I give a chuckle at this.

Silly me, thinking Harry would want to spend any time with me.

Silly me, why am I asking to be with him anyway..

I push my phone away, not bothering to respond and curl up into the corner.

Jacob always used to call me a chipmunk whenever I did this, saying I burrowed.

I cringe as my mind echoes his name and suddenly I feel wide awake.

Shut up Courtney!! Shut up shut up SHUT UP!!! 

Before I know it I'm thumping my head against the wall, trying to shake the flood of memories from off of me but I'm drowning now, swimming in the past.

Dark ragged hair, cutting off just short enough to show his furrowed brow. We didn't look alike at all and for some reason I always found that fact comforting.

"What???" I giggle, tearing off a piece of the pizza's dough. He never seemed to get how I could eat it but then again I didn't get how he could fix the oven within 20 minutes after I'd brought it up. He deserved this celebration pizza, plus I always loved cooking for him whenever it was close to our birthday.

His eyes roll and I give him a slap. "Oh go study Einstein!" I joke, grabbing his arm to inspect the notes written on it. His handwritiing was messy, a pain in the butt to read, and yet still somehow could show how much of a genius he was.

The little things are the waves, wearing down on me till I feel like I can't breath. I want to give up, to be tugged under and pulled away.

"They're just about the oven." He shrugs but doesns't pull away from my touch. 

I don't know how he did it, fixing stuff that fast or even just being him. I'll admit I'm extremely smart but I would've looked like a dimwitt if Jacob didn't go out of his way to make sure I was always in a place where I could shine.

I feel like I'm having an asthma attack as his name bounces off my already rattled skull. I  force my breathing to calm as I press my palms to the cold wall my bed is pushed against as if to steady myself.

That's it.

I roll out of bed, not bothering to catch myself as I hit the hard floor. Scrambling up, I look around for my keys before realizing Emily would probably drop em through the mail slot in the morning. 

Ughhhh, I groan, trying to lace up my real, hardcore snow boots with numb fingers. I'm greatful for having worn actual pajamas last night seeing as I was about to do something extremely dumb.

Zipping up my fuzzy northface and pulling on a warm hat, I push my phone into my pocket. I don't bother to lock the door; there is nothing a burgler would want from my house that I couldn't live without. 

The ice crunches under my tread, the top layer having frozen when the temperature dipped with the sun earlier. I laugh as I realize I don't know which way to go.

My chuckle quickly turns to rib-cracking sobs so I cover my mouth and the white puffs disapear. My other hand slips out my phone and I flip through my contacts to find someone I could talk to and they actually wanted to talk to me right now.

Not Harry. I give a rough huff to cover my hurt and move on.

I can't tell Liam....I don't want to..not yet..Not when things had just gotten randomly back to normal.

"Hello?" A cloud forms before floating off as I speak into my phone and hear his sleepy mumble. "NIALL!!!" I scream into my phone, looking around after, waiting to see a light click on in someone's window. 

"Bloody hell, Court!" His Irish accent is even more attractive in the morning and I laugh as he quotes Harry Potter for me. 

See, already, I could breathe a little easier.

"Please." I ask, but my voice cracks to a whimper. "My house...."

I can hear the rustle of movement on his side of the phone as he rolls. "Fine." He says flat, knowing I'd only be doing this is it was a emergancy, which it is.

"Thank you." I sigh. "Bye." I hang up, hearing him grumble about me owing him brownies and such before it's replaced by the normal beep beep. 

Immediatly I crumble, sitting on the curb next to a lamp post. 

If I lay here,

If I just lay here, 

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

The song Chasing Cars begins to play in my head as I consider sinking into the snow, becoming one with my driveway.

My face is hot to the touch even though the cold swirls around me, threatening to drag me down even farther. It's just like the memories, I think, closing my eyes to block out the pictures my words just triggered.

I sit there for a while before I hear the low purr of an engine. I'm usnure whether it's Niall's or some other random persons but at this point I don't care. By the time their door slams shut I am only halfway concious. 

It hits me only as his arms wrap around me and lift me up how great of a friend Niall truly is, even if he's just here for my cooking half the time.

OKKK so yeahh learn a little bit more about Jacob eh? Well You'll be gettin a boat load bout him in the next couple chapters so I hope you don't think he's too weirdd.

Yeppp so vote, comment, fan, etc. whatever ya want-haha I did learn the new term vomment though and I thought that was funny.

I know there wasn't a lot of dialougue but ohhh welll I liked :)