my only one (COMPLETED)

chapter 7

Chapter 7:

-----From Hanley’s point of view-----

I was lying on my bed, just staring at my ceiling. Zack had walked home with me, and we were good friends. But this Jack thing was messing with my head so much it hurt. It was then I received a text from Ella. 
[Hey Hanley! You’ll never guess what just happened! Omg, on top of the world right now, Jack kissed me!]

I violently threw my phone across the room, hitting my wardrobe and cracking the screen, as tears fell. I screamed into my pillow, muffling the cries for Jack. I sat there, in my room with the curtains closed, crying out into my pillow, trying to forget and get over him. I stopped crying, as I heard a knock on the door. I knew my mum was at work, and I had no idea where my dad was. I wiped my face, but I still looked rough, eyeliner down my cheeks.

I opened the door to see Jack looking pretty happy with himself, until he looked at me. He must have known I was crying because he tilted his head to the side and looked at me with a glance of uncertainty. “Hanley? Are you alright?” He reached out to grab my arm but I snatched it back, just staring at his adorable face.

He followed me into the kitchen, and he switched on the kettle. I stood with my arms crossed, looking out the window into my garden. “Hanley, what’s up?” He said, while stirring the hot chocolates. They’d been our favourite drinks in the past; my mum would always bring them up to us. But right now, I felt too sick to drink it. 

As we sat in the living room, he hugged me. And I just let a flood of tears go on his shoulder. “Hanley?!” He said, sounding alarmed. He looked at me with a worried face. I couldn’t stop for at least 5 minutes, before bringing myself to just a whimper. “Hanley, What’s the matter? What’s happened?”

“You and Ella know exactly what happened.” I thought to myself. I would have said that, but instead, I just shook my head and whimpered some more. “Hanley, if you don’t tell me, then you’ll end up really depressed.” He said, acting more of a parent than a friend. “Just.. Family stuff. Never mind, it doesn’t matter.” I whispered. I couldn’t wreck Jack’s relationship. He’d looked so happy when I came to the door. 

I eventually got Jack to drop the subject, and said that I didn’t want to talk about it. I knew it was lies, and I think he knew it was too. Really, all I wanted to do was to pour my heart out to him, tell him how I really felt about this. But I couldn’t. 

“Okay, well Hanley, If you need anything, I’m down the road, ring me, okay?” He said, his voice soft with sympathy. He began to head for the front door, and I hated him leaving. “Well, my mum doesn’t get home till like, 1am. And well, I was wondering if you could stay over? I hate being in this house on my own, especially when I’m like this..” My voice trailed off as my attention was drawn to the smile on Jack’s face.

“Haha, sure, why not. We can set up the camp like we did when we were six. Remember? That was the first time we had a sleepover too. How time flies when you have a best buddy like you!” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile. He put his arm round my shoulder as we walked into the lounge again. 

After two hours of sitting around and messing through the photo albums my mum has of Jack and me, I finally felt sleepy. I pulled out the spare bed, and set it next to my wardrobe. The only problem was, as we got into bed, I realised I’d forgotten about my phone. “Hanley… what’s this text, and why is your phone cracked?” Jack knew all about the text and must have guessed about me being angry. I couldn’t talk, I was totally speechless