Accidental Call

Chapter 7

What happened?

Where am I?

I couldn't feel my body.

Am I dead?

Where is Harry?

Harry.

Movie.

Suddenly, I sat up and gasped in air as everything flooded back. Harry, who had ben standing by the window, rushed over to me. He gripped my hand and put the other on my back.

"Bria? It's okay. You are okay."

Had I fainted because he put his arm around me?

Jeez, you whimp.

I let my breathing slow as I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings.

"H-how long, was I... passed out for?" I said between breaths.

"Not long. Just about 5 minutes. Got me quite scared." He whispered, looking at me worridley. I sighed.

"I'm sorry,"

"No no, don't be sorry. But if you don't mind me asking, why did you?"

"It's.. it's just,"

"It's okay,"

"I get anxiety over the stupidest things," He looked at me, slightly confused. He put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped up. He looked shocked.

"I'm sorry. Can you just.... not touch me." I whispered.

"I never meant t-" Harry began.

"Look, Harry. You are such a nice person, but I just can't. I physically can't. I'm sorry." I looked down at the ground.

"Don't say that, let's talk it through. Please Bria."

"Goodbye Harry," I turned to the door and began to walk. Not my house, but to a park.

Good job, Bria. Harry didn't like you anyways.

"Yes he did!"

He didn't and you know it. He barely put up a fight when you left. Face it.

"Go away!"

"I couldn't just leave you the way you left Harry, now could I?"

I bit my lip as I sat down on a bench. I finally began to sob. Everything had built up inside me. Harry and meant so much to me and I just left. He didn't deserve me. I dragged him down. The whole day had been filled with my drama. That's not a future he wants. I sat for only a few minute before the sky started to get dark. Maybe I can sneak in through the window of the house and avoid my mom. So, I walked home. I couldn't shake Harry from my thoughts. I arrived at my house and hoisted myself over the window ledge of my house. I rolled into my room. I'm okay.

The next day was a Monday. I grabbed my backpack and snuck past my hungover mother.

At school, I didn't see Harry. Where was he?

My feet silently hit the floor as I walked back to my locker from 4th period.

"Hey Bria! Where is your boyfriend?" I heard a cocky voice say behind me. I didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. I continued to walk.

"Hey! You speak when you are spoken too!" She shouted at me.

"Excuse me, whore! Turn around!" I felt a hand on my shoulder that whipped me around. I was face to face with Klea. Behind her were two more girls.

"Excuse me, whore. Don't touch me." I spat back. I heard the crowd "ooh".

"What did you just say to me?" She growled. I backed down, slumping my shoulders. She pushed me away from her and into a solid body. A tall blonde boy stared down at me before he punched me in the stomach, towards Klea. I groaned as the air got knocked out of me. I struggled to breathe.

"Pathetic. Want to say that to me again?" She asked me. I shook my head no as I attempted to suck in breaths of air.

"Whore." I breathed out. Where had this attitude come from?

"You bitch!" She screamed at me. She kicked me in the shin, causing me to fall. I tried to push my self up, but collapsed.

"You are a waste of space! It's a wonder you haven't killed yourself already!" Klea shouted, giving me another kick.

"Stop!" The crowd parted as Harry walked through.

"Bria," He whispered to me. He reached toward me and was about to put his arm around me to help me up, but he stopped. I nodded to him, telling him it was okay.

He put his arm under my arms and helped me stand. My leg was weak, so most of my weight was on him. Without saying a word to anyone, he helped me to his locker.

"Harry," I whispered to him as I sat against his locker.

"Are you alright?" He kneeled in front of me. I nodded my head.

"Bria, what they told you, none of it is true. You are not a waste of space. Briana, you are important. You deserve to live. To feel air flow through your lungs. To dance to your favourite song. You deserve to dream. You deserve to be treated fairly. Briana, you deserve to be loved." 

"Bria, I never should have left you leave me. I know that your anxiety will not stop me from loving you. If we need to take things slow, I'll be more than willing. I promise to love you.

"Promise me," I whispered.

"I promise,"

 Suddenly, he stood up and reached his hand towards mine. "Let's go,"

I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Away,"  He kept me behind his back as he pulled me to the front doors. People stared at us, just like the first day he held my hand down the hallway. Harry just glared at them.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked, biting my lip. He didn't answer.

"Harry?" Harry kept silent. Maybe he's angry with me.

We walked out the doors and around the corner of the building. When he turned around to face me, I could see that he wasn't angry, but sad.
His eyes were red and he bit his lip to keep from crying.

"Bria, do you understand t-that I... I love you Briana." I looked down at the ground.

"I do. I really do love you. The people that push you around and treat you like shit, it hurts me to see them do it to you. Briana, I love you so much.

Don't faint.

"Oh," I couldn't think of something to say.

"I want to take you on a date tonight. To clear our minds. Get away from this school. Would that be okay?"

I nodded.

"Yes Harry, I'd love to go on a date with you."

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A/N To be honest I don't really like this chapter. I'm excited to write about their date though. :)