The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 7

Harry Styles

The debris of my cigarette gets to my lungs as I take the last drag and flick what's left of it over the railing on my balcony.

I blow out the smoke and lean over to rest my forearms on it. One of my hands goes through my hair as the cold air hits every part of my body from being outside.

I can feel the seconds go by so slowly, like they are getting further and further from reaching the minute. Time feels frozen, just like the air and the atmosphere this town seems to have gotten.

It's actually funny how slow time seems to be going right now, when the last two days have felt faster than they ever did in my life.

The moments thoughts of her invaded my mind where moments where everything else paused and I could only see her blue eyes staring back at mine, making me drown in those oceans orbs and I felt like I didn't really want to be saved.

When I came back from that dazed state I found myself more than one time at least 10 minutes had passed, and things I had to do were unfinished. The clock was clicking but for once I didn't have that nauseous feeling of not having time to achieve what I needed.

I used to do it a lot when I was younger. I used to think I wouldn't have time for anything. That if I didn't do something today, I wouldn't have time tomorrow.

I used to plan my future so much that I was actually losing time losing myself in a future that wasn't accurate. Because as much as I wanted, as much as I needed a type of future it wasn't something solid. Because things, dreams, and lives change. Everything shatters at some point in the journey of growing up.

That's why I stopped searching for that perfect future, because it didn't exist. Perfect futures don't exist, they always have a plot twist in them.

Mine is Brooke.

That rude blue eyed freckled girl that hasn't left my mind since this case started. I wasn't thinking about where she was, or who she was going home to, I was just thinking about her.

I'm always thinking about her.

But not because I'm interested in her or anything. That's the last thing that would happen. But because I still can't understand why a teenager would be the main reason why her mom is missing.

Especially after everything Brooke's grandma had said about the relationship between her and Grace.

I guess I'll never know if the girl I sit next to is actually a psychopath or even a murder until I found out.

But that's the thing, no? You never know who and how exactly are the people you surround yourself with.

I lean back from the railing, taking out my phone from my back pocket and looking at the time.

4:15 pm. She's late.

I have been waiting for her for the last 15 minutes and I have a feeling she's not going to come. It's funny because I saw her at university this morning and unless she had been struck by lightning I really don't know why she isn't here already.

I decide to get inside before I get a cold, even though I'm wearing a hoodie.

I go to my kitchen, and when I'm about to open my fridge to get a bottle of water my doorbell rings.

Fucking finally.

I forget my water and walk straight to the door, opening it and meeting those blue orbs.

She stands in front of me, her eyes showing no emotion at all. She's dressed all in black like always, but she has a hoodie over the top she was wearing this morning. I think it's a band hoodie, because on the side of it it says 'world tour' under '5 seconds of summer', which I'm guessing is the name of the band.