Unsteady || H.S

Chapter 7

~September 13th, 2015~

"Everything's going to be fine, it only for the weekend love," I sigh as I stand in his arms a final time. "I just don't see why I have to go back to celebrate her birthday, she's done nothing for me but they even expect me to get a gift. What am I supposed to buy for a woman who has everything?" Harry kisses the top of my head, a gesture I find to be a habit of his that I've grown fond of. "Just go and buy her some kitchen supplies, she enjoys cooking right?" I nod and kiss him for what seems like only seconds.

"Call me once you land okay," my dad sent me the plane tickets earlier, the long flight something I'm not looking forward to. "I'll call you," I walk straight to security, already almost late for my flight. Harry had tried to get me up early but I was having none of it. The turbulence of the flight left me sick as I walked off the plane and straight to the airport's car rental. On the way I call Harry, when he immediately picks up the phone I smile widely to myself.

"Was your flight alright?" I almost nod, still shy with his concern but realize the stupidity of my actions soon after. "Yes, I'm a bit nauseous from the turbulence but I'll get over it soon enough," I stand in the line, talking to Harry as I patiently wait. "Are you still in the airport?" The line moves slowly but I'm not in any kind of hurry, they can take their time. "Sort of, I'm in line for a rental car and then I'll head to a Pier One or something." He makes me promise to be careful on the road through the weekend and asks me to call him the next chance I get and I immediately agree. We say our goodbyes and I put the phone back in my pocket and walk up to the desk. A few minutes later I have the keys to a Nissan Versa and I'm on my way to the nearest home decor store.

Cyr is the first to open the door when I arrive, a cheek-splitting smile covering his face. He's in my arms in no time, giggles leaving his lips as I tickle his sides. My dad meets me in the hallway seconds later, a sympathetic smile on his face as my smile disappears. "As you can see we missed you," his whispers make me cringe but I smile down at Cyr, him obviously the only one who missed me. "Her present is in the car, I'll go grab it," I set Cyr down and he follows me out to the car, helping me with the highly expensive coffee maker I bought for Zoey while I grab my bag out of the trunk.

The house is full of middle aged woman gossiping about this and that, who slept with who, who's getting caught, and who's getting a divorce. It seems like the house is full of a bunch of high schoolers who have no real lives. I set my things down in my old room and call Harry again. "Hello love," his voice immediately brings a smile to my face as I look out my old window. "Hey Harry," he picks up on the sadness in my voice as soon as I speak. "What's wrong baby girl, did something happen?" I shake my head, rolling my eyes at my action and telling him that nothing was wrong. "I'm just exhausted already don't worry about me."

"I have no idea how I'm supposed to sleep tonight without you. I've grown accustomed to having you in my arms." I smile and blush at his words, laying back onto my bed as we speak. "If you can't sleep just call me okay?" I can practically hear the smile in his voice as he thanks me and begs me to have a good time. "And call me if anything goes wrong. I'm right here for you." We say our goodbyes, my eyes closing in contentment when I hang up the phone.

"Someone special that I should know about?" I sit up quickly at my dad's words, clutching my phone to my chest. I shake my head immediately, fear hitting my chest as he looks at me in anger. "I don't want to know who this Harry kid is, and I don't need to. Because when you get back you won't be seeing him, will you Skylar?" I stutter, tears pricking my eyes at the thought. "Will. You. Skylar?" I shake my head and he nods, turning to leave my room. "She's opening her gifts soon, be down in five." I nod and stand up to go the my bathroom and wipe off my cheeks. The dress I put on is short, classy enough not to be judged but just revealing enough so her friends don't think of me as a prude.