seeing with stars | h.s

•Chapter 21•

{Harry}

I wake up feeling like I can't move. I'm paralyzed by anxiety. I have the urge, the need to see Harper.

I need to make sure she's feeling better from her sickness yesterday.

So I roll out of bed, sand in my eyes. I walk slowly over to the sink in my bathroom to check my hair. It's a little messy, but I just grab the black beanie lying near the faucet and slip it over my face like a burglar.

I stick my arm straight out in front of me, forming a gun in my hands. Just like a little kid, I bend my knees slightly, and waving my had gun around me, making "pew-pew" and "dr-r-r-r." I try to do a tuck and roll, but as I bend over not being able to see, I slam the right side of my face on something.

I fall to the carpet, ripping my hat off of my head, and taking my hand to check for blood on my nose. Luckily, I didn't smash my nose, but I'm definitely going to have a black eye in a couple of hours.

I push myself off of the floor, and stand up to put the beanie on correctly. As I look in the mirror, I start to see that my eye is already puffy and red.

How hard must have I hit it?

I glance around me to check and make sure no one is watching. I finished getting dressed by wearing light skinny jeans and a red hoodie. I take one last look in the mirror and my eye was almost black.

I have to hide this or my mom won't let me go out like this, she will have me lay down, get ice packs, watch TV, and just lie there all day. Doing nothing.

So I slip on some socks and sneak down the hallway and into the bathroom where my sister has her makeup. Only my parents are awake, but I don't want them to see me like this. I tiptoe into the restroom and slowly unzip the bag and rummage through the bottles to find the one that matches my skin.

I can't believe I'm doing this ....

I dab the brown mush to my eye and it burns, and my eye begins to throb, making it worse. I almost finish it and one more finger-sized black space to finish it off.

I stand back to take a look.

Wow, I'd make a pretty good girl!

I walk out into the kitchen, the makeup in my pocket, to say good morning to my family.

"Hello baby!!" My mother comes rushing at me with open arms, planting a fat kiss on my forehead.

"You smell awfully nice, what is it, cologne?" She smells my hair.

"No, I just... took a shower this morning!!" I give her a big smile, and sit down at the kitchen table.

"I'm going to go out today, I hope you don't mind." I spoke softly.

"And where would that be?" My father was reading the morning newspaper.

"Over to Harper's house, she was feeling really sick yesterday. I was planing on bringing over some cookies and a board game for us to play." I was thinking on what game to bring and settled on the game of scrabble... even though I'm a horrible speller, it's her favorite game to play.

"Alright, that's fine with me. But you'll have to drive your own car." My mother replies.

"Thanks." I get up to leave when my mother stopped me with a concerned look.

"Harry, what do you have on your face?" She inches closer.

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and my throat swells. "Where? What color is it?"

I try to play along, but she still comes closer to my face.

"Just tell me where mum, PLEASE don't lick your thumb.

"Oh never mind, it was just a piece of fuzz." She plucks it off of my face and turns to walk away.

I dash to the closet and grab Scrabble, out the front door I go to hop in my car and crank up the blink 182.

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This chapter is to show the kid inside of him :D

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