Little Freak H.S

13. Strike! You're out!

Hazen Harley

That's the thing about anxiety... it never really goes away, it just takes the backseat for a moment. It still has a mind of its own and has a direct line to my conscious mind.

The conscious mind that forgets things sometimes and ends up retracing her steps to try and remember where stuff is or what I even did with it to begin with?

Things like where did I leave my phone? Where did I park my car when I got to the store? When was my last period? Where's my credit card? Did I pay my rent on time? Where did I write that very important thing I had to remember at? Or my latest greatest fail...
Probably fail of the year in my book...

Where the FUCK is my room key???

"Harry." I gasp my hands going up to my mouth in pure shock. Why am I so stupid? I've never forgotten a room key before that's like hotel 101.

His forehead was scrunched up in concern because to him it seems like I knocked on his door and the first thing I did was gasp and look horrified of my own actions. He had no idea that I came here to check on him.

"Haze what's wrong?" His tone was calm and firm but concern was evident.

"Nothing, no! God I came here to um, well I was on the phone with Beatrice and-" I was all over the place, what I came here to do and now what I had to do were jumbled in my head. "Are you okay?" I force that one out first, better get the most important out so I can explain the next important.

His furrowed expression opens up to a wide eyed stare. He probably thinks I'm insane and that this was so random. He seems fine to me and was probably enjoying his evening doing... I look into his room quickly and find that his tv is on, he's watching my trashy reality show. Interesting.

"I'm...fine and you Hazen?" He's so smooth even when he's caught off guard. Why is everyone so freaked out and weary of this guy...he seems fine to me, he just said so.

"Cool, no I'm great." I force a smile and then drop it because no I'm not great anymore. "Actually, and this wasn't why I came over here because I can handle these things on my own just fine, I just happen to be here already but... I left my room key in my room on my way over here. So I have to go get another from the lobby." The words kinda fell from my mouth and I couldn't stop them, but act before I think.

"And you came over here to ask if I was okay?" Yes because my best friend couldn't get laid unless you were fine apparently.

"Mhmm" I confirm closed lipped this time so I don't ramble like before and spill the truth.

He opens the door wider so that he can rest his shoulder on the door frame and do the infamous arm cross that I'm sure would have millions of girls dropping to their knees. I try and ignore it.

He's looking at me like he isn't satisfied with my answer. Why? I was satisfied with my answer.

"And Beatrice?" He prods into what I had blurted in my jumbled mess earlier.

"What?" I play dumb and decide to start fiddling with my sleeve.

"You said she called?" He leans forward, invading some of my space and making my heart jump. From the fear of having to tell him the reason behind me checking in on him. Of course

"Mhmm." I mumble again, really studying the fabric of my sleeve now.

"About?" God I feel like a kid trying to avoid getting in trouble because he did in fact "start it" when arguing with his siblings.

"Nothin...serious..." I brush me and her previous conversation off. I didn't want to embarrass him because everyone is worried about him relapsing. I mean it's a serious thing, it's very private and while Zayn kept his mouth shut about the details of Harry and his sudden appearance in the band and in LA, Niall and Bea weren't so secretive.
I know how I felt when people talked about my little stint this past year. I wanted to run and hide in a hole and never come out. Kinda like I was still doing.