lies

11

Taytum Moore

Last night I ended up getting a call from Harry at midnight. He dropped me off at ten, so for those two hours that I was waiting for him to call me I honestly couldn't sleep but at least he called me. There was no heavy breathing or wincing when he would talk so I think he was feeling better. I asked him if he was and he'd tell me yes then switch the subject to something else.

At eight o' clock this morning I got a facetime from Harry and he was freaking out cause he didn't know what to wear to Joshs' new years party. Through the phone I could tell he was running around his apartment like a crazy person. He wasn't pacing though, he was walking around his room like crazy trying to find something to wear. We went back and forth looking at millions of shirts that he has. When I say millions I mean MILLIONS.

Once I was done talking to Captain Hook at eight in the morning, I went straight back to bed. Waking up at around 11, I made myself breakfast, painted a little, and read some on Punk 57. My attachment issues with books are horrible. Reading Punk 57 I know I'm gonna get super attached to it by the end. Ryen reminds me of myself, with hiding yourself and playing a part.

It's now almost eight and I'm finishing up my makeup. For my clothes I just went with this gray crop top and black silk skirt with black heels. Very simple but good for the party, especially a party at Josh's house. He goes crazy at every party that his parents throw. His parents are the type that let him drink when he was throwing a party at home. I always wished my parents were like that but I got over it at some point. Now I drink sometimes but not very often, only for parties and when I go out.

My phone goes off and pulls me away from my thoughts. I look over and see Harry's name at the top "Curly." He'll never know I have him under that though. Picking the phone up and putting it to my ear I hear Harry say "I'm here."

"Okay I'm coming down now. Give me like five minutes, I can't run out of my apartment like I usually do." I say in regard to my heels and me falling. Running in heels isn't always good but I'm gonna be honest I've had a lot of practice with walking in heels. My aunt taught me how to "Model walk" in heels when I was like five years old. Ever since then I've really just always been able to walk in heels.

"Okay I'll be waiting down here." He says and then I hear him hang up. Standing up from my small chair that I keep in the bathroom for when I actually do my makeup. Which it really isn't a lot, just mascara, glitter eyeshadow, concealer, and my rose chapstick I always wear. Grabbing my small brown purse I usually take out with me if it isn't one of my tote bags. Checking my purse to make sure I got everything I need. A charger because Josh never has one, my rose chapstick obviously, wallet, and phone.

Once I make sure to check that I have everything again, I lock my apartment door and walk toward the elevator. Right when the door's open to the front of my apartment building, I see Harry's car parked right outside. Noticing what he's wearing I see a black button up shirt with most of the shirt unbuttoned. There are red bunnies on his shirt and his everyday black jeans he always wears.

"Hi loser." I say looking over at him with a big smile. A real smile. I always smile when I see him for some reason. Usually my smiles were always fake before I met Harry but now I smile so much more. At least when I'm around him.

"Hey." He says looking at me with a small lift at the corner of his mouth and a heavy sigh. Oh god.

"What's wrong?"

"No nothing, I'm just tired." He says putting the car into drive and I hear Cigarettes After Sex playing lowly from his phone. Harry is sitting with his arm on the window and his other resting on the top of the steering wheel. Looking over to his arm on the window, I notice marks on them. There's about three marks and they look recent. Not really just marks they look like scratches, but they don't look like they're from an animal. Did he do that to himself?