Lost for You

Chapter 5

Jamies POV:

“Hello?” I barely say through the phone, still half asleep, rubbing my eyes as I try to adjust to the morning sun.

“Jamie?” the man on the other side of the receiver asks.

“Yeah?” I sigh, stretching out on my big bed.

“Um.. it’s Harry” he almost mumbles and I sit up immediately. Well now I’m awake. I stay silent, waiting for him to continue. He’s the one who rang me, not the other way around. So he can explain why he’s calling so early I think then look at my clock. 11.30 am. Shit.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

 He sounds hesitant and I feel the same about answering him. Talk? I’m pretty sure he got the point across last night when he told me to ‘fuck off’. I grab my stomach as the feeling of pain draws into me once again. He told me he didn’t need me now and to be honest I don’t need him either. I spent all this time feeling sorry for this poor lost soul when all the mean while he was just cruising around being a complete dick head. Tyler told me on the way home last night that he let Harry know of my parents’ death. He said Harrys couldn’t have looked more distraught. So what? Just because he’s found out my parents are dead he all of a sudden wants to play the sympathy card for me. No thanks, that card has been well used by many people and I’m sick of the 2second remorse every person shows on their face when they hear about the accident.

“Jamie did you hear me? I want…I need to talk to you” he pushes again sounding a little impatient this time.

“Fine” I eventually reply curious to know what he has to say, “When?”

“Today. Are you busy?”

“No not really”. I literally have nothing to do today. Actually no that’s a lie. I could finish sorting out my wardrobe and unpack the rest of my clothes that are still in a box downstairs but I’d rather not.

“OK. We’ll meet somewhere… or I could pick you up?” he asks and I almost ask why he would offer to pick me up. He hates me. I suppose I could ask to borrow Tys’ car but he might need it, plus he’s still sleeping.

“Yes please” I finally give in.

“I’ll pick you up at twelve” he quickly says before hanging up.

Twelve? That’s in half an hour and I look and feel like complete crap! I jump out of bed and run to the shower quickly scrubbing myself down and washing my hair. I pick out a lose white singlet and denim shorts paired with my white converse. Simple outfit but I don’t really care. It’s just Harry. I blow dry my hair as quick as possible and just as I finish I hear Ty walking around down stairs.

“Coffee Jamie?” he yells up the stairs.

“No thank you! I’m going out!” I reply, grabbing my big blue handbag and chucking all my things from last night’s small bag into it. He should be here soon. I go to grab my makeup bag to apply a little mascara and foundation to attempt to make my face look a little more awake but I hear a knock at the door. That must be him. Why do I feel so nervous, or am I scared? No time for makeup then I suppose, probably a good thing too if he’s going to make me cry again.

“Styles?” I hear my brother say as I walk down the stairs.

“Hey man” Harry replies.

“What are you doing here?” Ty asks calmly, I’m surprised seeing as he was so pissed off last night.

“I’m going out” I interrupt taking the last step on the stairs.

“Where?” Ty asks confused as ever. I’m guessing he wants to know why I’m going out with Harry and to be honest I don’t know. I should just slam the door in his face right now after the way he talked to me last night but I just can’t bring myself to do it.