Skywalker

Chapter Two

Chapter two:

I woke up with a start, my heart was beating abnormally fast and i felt my lips tingle. I glanced around to see if Harry had magically appeared in the night, he hadn’t, sinking back onto my pillow with disappointment i closed my eyes, that first kiss had be amazing.

‘Daisy?’ a sweet little voice called into my room minutes later, i knew it was my sister.

‘Come in Bells’ i called as rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I heard the patter of little feet and i felt her jump onto the bed with a thud.

‘Happy Birthday Dashy’ she said, Bella was five and the cutest thing ever, her jet black hair was sticking up and she was still in her rumpled Tinkerbelle pj’s.

‘Dais Happy Birthday’ i heard my other sister call as she walked into my room, scooping Bells out of the way before hugging me, ‘sweet 17 ey? Harry told me to give you this by the way’ she said handing me a small green bag, i smiled but a lump had formed in my throat. Every birthday i had spent with Harry since i was little, it was weird without him. My other sister Hope is fifteen, and a very mature fifteen year old at that. Hope had bright blonde hair like mine, her piercing blue eyes made everyone do what she wanted and her sense of humour made even the grumpiest of old men laugh. I groaned as i heard mum and dad start singing and soon the whole family were sitting in my room, urging me to open my birthday presents. I opened Bella’s and Hopes first, sitting in a bed of pink and blue tissue paper was a beautiful black dress, the corset’s top encrusted with diamante and the floaty short black skirt was beautiful and so soft. ‘Thank you so much’ i said giving them big hugs, then i opened the present from my mum, a pair of black wedge boots, i squealed and hugged her.

‘Now, you better open this carefully sweetie’ my dad said, handing me a green envelope, i slipped open the glued tab and pulled out the paper, screaming i hugged them.

‘The final?!’ i yelled i had been given tickets to the Xfactor final, i was going to see Harry. With sudden realisation that the final was in two days i let out another scream and hugged them all again.

I rushed to get ready for school once my family had left me to get ready, smiling i pulled open the curtains and let a beam of light hit my bed, i saw a twinkle in the corner of my eyes and turned around. I remembered that i still hadn’t opened Harrys present, i looked at the clock, and I still had five minuets, sitting on the edge of my bed I pulled the green present towards my lap. I tugged gently at the little pink card and opened it i read the black writing;

‘my beautiful girl, i miss you so much, want to give you this in person, but i thought Hope would deliver it safely, have a fantastic birthday, i miss you, speak soon – Harry xxxxx’

I felt my eyes water a little, i needed to see him. I opened the neatly wrapped present and gasped. Inside a little white box was a beautiful silver penny i turned it over in my hands, on the back, etched into the silver was his initials, on the front, mine. I pulled out a little chain from the bottom of the box and slipped it through the hole, putting it straight on i smiled, Harry was wonderful. I grabbed my phone, and wandered to the front door, mum gave me one last hug and i pushed open the door. I walked towards school, plugging my iPod in i replied to Harry and then to all the other messages.   

Just as i sat down in English i got a text off Harry;

‘Ring me after school birthday girl, Harry xxxxx’

The day didn’t go quick enough, but the time it got to ten to four i had chewed my way through three biros and already had to ask my best friend Millie for another pencil because id sharpened it to smithereens. All i could think about was seeing Harry on Sunday, the day after tomorrow.

‘Why are you so happy? I mean, apart from being seventeen?’ Millie whispered across from where she was sitting in English; ‘I'm seeing Harry perform on Sunday!’ i said almost louder than a whisper. Millie smiled a huge smile, she loved Harry too, ‘woo, have fun love, say hi to him from me’ she giggled and then went back to writing on her boyfriend Ben’s arm.

I hugged Mill for ages after school, i wasn’t going to see her till Wednesday because id be in London on Sunday night, and she was with Ben for a week in Ireland. ‘Have a fab time with curly alright!’ she called as i walked off towards home, i smiled and waved at her as she hopped on the bus.

I walked home texting Mill furiously, once i had reached the last bit of the street before my house i ran, i couldn’t wait to talk to Harry. I ran through the open front door, yelled at mum that i was talking to Harry and slammed my bedroom door shut; flicking the lock i grabbed my Mac book.  I logged onto Skype and texted Harry that i was online.

I took my hair out of its pony tail and removed my blazer, undoing the top button of my shirt so it looked like i had been home for a bit and relaxed. I reached for my Vaseline just as i heard the familiar ring of the Skype call.

I clicked accept and saw Harrys face appear onto my screen, i hadn’t skyped him for ages, it was good to see him. I grinned, watching his tired looking eyes blink and his hands run though his hair, i heard his beautiful, comforting voice speak;

‘Daz?’

‘Hello Curly, thank you for my present, its  ... i love it!’

‘Ah my beautiful girl, I'm glad you like it, Happy birthday, you look gorgeous’

I felt myself blush even though we were on camera i told him about Xfactor tickets, and how much i couldn’t wait to see him;

‘Bring a separate overnight bag by the way!’

‘Why? I'm going to grannies after!’

‘No, you’re coming with me, were spending the weekend together, if you want?’ he asked me, his eyes scanned my face through the camera; i literally jumped up on my bed screaming. After i had regained myself i grinned at him;

‘No, Harry obviously i want’ i said sarcastically

‘good, look, I'm really sorry but the boys want to rehearse, i can’t wait to introduce you, have a good night, miss you Daz, bye’ he said, his eyes looked a bit upset, his voice was less enthusiastic like it had been. I waved goodbye and watched him blow me a kiss, before leaving me.

I loved talking to him, course i did, but it hurt saying goodbye to him every time he went. Knowing i spending the weekend with him was amazing; i knew mum wouldn’t be happy with it, but grabbing my duffle bag i started to lay out my clothes, possible out fits, shoes, etc.