Precious // h.s

thirty one

Evelyn~

Harry's words keep replaying in my head. I'm not trying to fuck our relationship up? I hang my head in my hands. Since they've left, this is all I've been doing. A million possibilities are running through my mind.

Maybe if I go to sleep right now, all of my thoughts will be cut off and I'll be refreshed in the morning. I really wish Ryan and Violet hadn't left so early. I remove my makeup that practically rubbed off already after tonight.

I change into some pyjamas and hop into bed. I'll just shower in the morning, when I'm rested because right now, I feel all gloomy. I plug my phone into the charger and the turn off the lamp beside me.

I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

***

I stand in front of Harry's front door and I'm confident. I'll talk this all through with him. He'll be willing to, right? I take deep breaths as I ring the doorbell and it isn't long when he answers. His eyebrows pull together immediately.

Wow, he looks amazing as always. I don't know why I thought he'd look different. It's only been a night and he looks completely fine. He doesn't look as much of a wreck than I do.

"Harry is it the pizza we ordered?" I hear a preppy voice and my heart drop me to the floor.

"Wh-what?" I breathe as I see a girl come into sight.

This can't be. He couldn't have found a rebound already or 'moved on'. It's only been one night! I feel like tears are threatening to burst out of my eyes at any given moment.

"I'm taking my mums advice." He smirks like an unaffected little bitch.

He looks like he doesn't regret a word that came out of his month. When his mum told him that she likes his ex more! That must be her. Auburn. She's really pretty, and I'm not gonna lie, I'm upset.

My jaw drops and my eyes become watery. No, no, no. I take a step away from the door as she tucks herself under his arm, he instantly wraps it around her. He rolls his eyes as he sees me about to cry. I hate being such a pussy.

"Who's this?" Auburn's voice asks, and I want to rip her voice box out.

"No one we need to worry about. Just a neighbour." Harry says, closing the door.

I stand there speechless. He lied to her and just shut the door on me. He want to get back together with the clingy, obsessive girl who wants him for his money? I don't even know what to do right now.

I turn on my heels, the drops of salty tears falling one by one. I get into my Toyota. So much for all of the commitment? I stop in front of his mailbox, rolling down my car window and opening his mailbox. I hope he checks his mails.

Okay, the things he's bought me and I have in this car, I'll just put in there. I always return my things when we fight and I'm honestly sick of doing this. Well, I guess I have to drive barefoot.

I take off my high heels, putting them in first and then all of my jewellery I'm wearing. So time consuming unscrewing every damn bracelet. I furiously wipe away my stupid tears as I shove everything into his mailbox and then shutting it.

"What are you doing?" I hear his raspy voice and he's walking down the driveway.

His face drops as the realisation hit him and the starts jogging down to where I am. I quickly roll up my damn slow window and drive off. Now, the last thing I want is to talk to him.

I stop on the side of the road, trying to find some shoes in my back seat and go my luck, a ball of socks and a pair of shoes are in the back. I knew these would come in handy.

I quickly put them on and take my phone out to dial the most recent person I texted. It rings a few times before he finally answers.

"Hey, are you home?" I sniffle.

"Yeah, until five because I have to go to a wedding rehearsal, why?" Ryan asks.

"Can I come over? My day is already shitty." I force out a laugh to notify him that I'm 'okay'.

"Alright, I'll see you whenever you come." He replies and I know he's not completely oblivious to my time.

He just doesn't want to talk about this over the phone and he always does that. That's one of the things I love about him. I head off into the direction of his house. Just a lousy argument with Harry again is all I'll mention.

Ryan's not my rebound, he's just someone I can talk to, other than Violet. I don't think it's safe for me to drive while my eyes are weld up and blurry, but I'm doing it. Soon enough, I arrive and practically just go inside because I'm so used to it.

"Up here!" Ryan shouts from his room.

I smile to myself as I hear him. He already knows it me. I go up to his room and he wearing a white linen shirt, trying to tie a bow-tie, I think? Wow, he cleans up nice. He smiles as he sees me.

"Hi." He chuckles. "Can you help me?" He pouts because he can't tie something this simple.

"Yeah." I laugh.

"I've been trying to tie this for like half an hour. I even watched like a million YouTube videos." He says.

I've only been here for ten seconds and my moods already lifted. My moods change so fast, it's almost annoying. He sits on his bed and I walk in between his legs, trying to tie his bow-tie. This is almost impossible since he keeps looking down at his phone.

"Head up." I say and he bites his bottom lip, obeying.

He points his phone up to me, "who would've known you could do this?" He replies as I finish.

"Are you recording me?" I narrow my eyes.

He has a grin on his face and I step away from him. It's not crooked. His bow-tie is actually straight. I go into his closet to find something to put over my clothes. Therapy shopping in my ex boyfriends closet.

"What're you doing?" He asks me.

"I'm looking for something to wear."

"Hear, wear this." He says and I look back to see if he's going to toss something to me, but instead, he puts a SnapBack on my head.

I scrunch my nose up in disgust. If it's one thing I can't rock, it'd be snapbacks. I keep digging through his stuff and I find a red flannel and a varsity jacket.

"Ah, Mr Captain of the high school football team." I smirk, turning to show him the jacket.

"You loved that jacket." He says.

"Still do." I shrug, taking it off the hanger and putting it over my shoulders.

It looks huge when I wear it.

"My hat and jacket? You want to be me so bad." He drags out, smiling.

"Shut up." I take my phone out from my pocket. "Mirror selfie, come on." I pull him up. "Ew, take this off of me." I say, taking off the hat and putting it on him.

"This reminds me of our prom picture." Ryan blurts and in a funny way, I guess it does look like our prom picture.

We pose for the mirror picture and I'm so ugly in this oversized jacket. He's clean and everything and I look like trash next to him. I caption it 'prom?' and post it on my story. Look at us. There's no awkward barrier and I can be myself around him.

I stay standing and Ryan drapes his arms over shoulders, resting his chin on the top of my head. My phone begins to ring and Harry's picture pops up. I hit decline quicker than I've ever have.

"Have you ate anything yet?" Ryan asks me and I shake my head, no. "Let's go grab something to eat. In-n-out?"

"You know it." I grin at him, through the mirror.

"On me."

"Wow, you're such a gentleman." I smile at him and follow him out of his room door.

He's doing a good job at not mentioning Harry or making me think about him. Harry flips my mood negatively, while Ryan makes me happy. Why did I think that Ryan and I were so incompatible?

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