Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 8

   " Hey, you busy today, Faithlyn?" Harry said through the phone.

   " No, why?" I asked even though I knew why already.

   " Do you wanna hangout today?" He said, sounding nervous.

   " Sure, when?" I tried not stuttering because on the inside I was completely nervous.

   " I'll be over at your house in another hour, i- if that's okay with you, but if it's not, I'm completely fine with coming later, if you want, or earlier. Which ever is fine for-" I cut him off.

   " Harry?"

   " Y- yeah?" He stuttered.

   " Are you okay?" I asked.

   " I'm fine."

   " Okay just come over whenever, I'm fine at whatever time." I said trying to make him less nervous.

   " Okay. I'll see you then."

   " Bye, Harry."

   " Bye." He said before I hung up the phone.

  Since I didn't really know when he was coming, I started getting ready as soon as possible. I walked to my bathroom. The scent of vanilla filled my senses since a few of my candles were lit. I Turned to the mirror to look at myself. I gasped at my awful appearance. I had dark purple bags under my eyes, smeared eyeliner on my cheek, and leftover mascara. I couldn't bare to have anyone, especially Harry, to see me like this.

   I brushed my teeth and used listerine mouth wash. I smiled at myself in the mirror to make sure my teeth were white enough, which they weren't. I grabbed a box that said crest whitening strips, pulled out one of the strips, and place the invisible strip on my top and bottom teeth. That should make them whiter in a few minutes.

  I, then, went to my walk in closet. I decided on a shirt with thin, black stripes that said young heart in the center of the off the shoulder top, high-waisted white shorts that were majorly ripped and freyed, my new, white combat boots I got off of amazon, and a black studded belt that wrapped around my waist a couple times.

  I picked up my phone from my bed and saw a text from Harry.

   Harry: Hey Faithlyn, I'll be over in about thirty minutes

  I smiled at the text and replied with ' Ok:) '. I went back to the bathroom to do my hair and make up. I curled my hair into loose spirals that looked natural. For my make up, I used my skin tone colored compact under my eyes to cover the hideous bags and put a little bit on my eye lids so I couldn't see the veins anymore. Last, I put on my shiny pink lip gloss that smelt like a cupcake.

  I grabbed my phone and brown leather satchel from the bed and sprayed vanilla scented perfume on my neck. I walked down stairs and sat down on the 'L' shaped couch and scrolled through instagram pictures, occasionally pressing the heart button on pictures that I liked.

  I started getting anxious to see Harry. He was late. He said he would come over in thirty minutes but it has been forty five minutes and he still isn't here. No texts. No calls. Nothing. I clicked on Harry's contact on my messages and started typing.

  Me: Harry? Where are you?!

  I waited for a reply for about a minute or two until my phone buzzed. The text left me confused.

 Harry: Closer than you think:)

  What is that suppose to mean. I got up from the couch, walking towards the window that showed the front yard. Harry's car was sitting on the kerb, but he wasn't inside the car. I looked around the house. He wasn't upstairs. I went downstairs again and checked the kitchen. Nothing. I looked around in my mother's office room. Nothing. I turned around to go back to the living, but I suddenly saw  figure rush upstairs.