BABY PINK| h.s. d a d d y

20

^^hey its me (srry im ugly af) just lettin yall know who ready for xmas BC YES BITCH ITS ME, SANTA WYA IM TRYNA BE ALL NICE AND SHIT BUT PEOPLE ARE TESTING ME LORD

Anywhore... Continue on with this unedited chap....

Feel free to listen and repay as you read!

Online -Danger Incorporated

I didn't end up sleeping that night. Instead, I lay awake with a constant feeling of dread pranging in my stomach. I couldn't possibly sleep when I knew something to this length. Whatever Harry was hiding under his smirks and stares, I was uncovering it. Piece by piece and slowly. I was clawing my way through whether it be from nosiness or pure luck. It was me.

*

It was Wednesday and my mother was working in the garden, desperately trying to revive her dying plants from the upcoming winter. It hasn't snowed yet, though temperatures were getting chilly- much too chilly for daffodils.

"Addie, dear, will you get me the water from the kitchen?" My mother asked as I stood in the doorway of our house, arms crossed and a dazed attitude. I went without a word, retrieving the large pitcher on the counter- stopping when my eyes landed upon the roses.

Harry roses.

White roses.

Of course they were wilted now but still as puzzling as ever.

"Here you go." I handed the pitcher to my mother and watched her douse the soil in the liquid. "Mom, it's going to freeze overnight." I added, chuckling at her attempt to save her precious flowers.

She only smiled and shook her head too. "That's what I thought too! Harry gave me some special water mixture for spring flowers to grow in the winter, works like a charm." Mother shrugged and continued to pour the now tainted pitcher. "Look." She pointed over to the tulips by the mailbox that stuck out like a sore thumb against the frosted mulch. They were perfect.

"Harry gave you that?" I quivered, not wanting to say his name aloud in fear he'd hear me.

"Mmhm. He grows his own flowers, you know. We were talking and he said that we should start a gardening group, how-"

"What kind of flowers?"

"Hm? Oh, he loves his roses."

**

I was beginning to shake now, riding my bike in the frigid temperatures to wherever- I didn't know. I needed out. I needed a moment to myself so I could collect everything without another being in sight. I considered going back to coffee shop, or asking Lucas if he wanted to go to the park together.

Though, when I found myself riding in the direction of the library, I couldn't stop.

I sniffled and coughed, tears blurring my vision from the sidewalk as vacancy approached me. A few hours is all I needed. Everything was becoming too much and if I didn't get away now, there would be no hope. I'd lose it- tell everything to anyone and destroy everything. Whatever spark Harry and I have would be dulled as he would listen to my shrieking voice on the other end of the phone. He would hear my words and know that I've been thinking about him and his secrets.

It'd be over.

I trashed my bike on the sidewalk of the library, not giving a care if someone were to see it. As I made my way to the doors, my feet felt like bricks being dragged across the pavement. As if solitude was ages away.

Warmth coated me as I made my way into the space. Empty as usual. Not even Ophelia was around as I found a plaque on the desk reading attendants on break- back in 1 hour. I sighed in relief, knowing the building was truly empty and no one could disturb my thoughts.

I sat myself at a rounded table, taking in the silence of my day. It had been a crucial week of learning. Not only of schooling, but of Harry's presence. When I'm with him, he's another person than when I'm gone. He's caring- bossy and intrusive- but caring. He touches me, making my being warm from his soft hands. He whispers kind words to me and tells me things so I feel important.

But, when I'm away, he's new. He's someone I don't know. With lots of secrets and trust issues and a bit of a control freak and something in his brain isn't working. Or maybe it's working too much and he's too smart for me. He isn't smiley or giggling, but strange and confusing with his words.

I don't know how to feel.

All the evidence points to something but I'm unaware of what. Harry is hiding his past and I need to uncover it before I become a victim. He has to know Elouise, whoever she may be. She's my answer she's who I need to find.

So, I search.

I look through personnel encyclopedias, I look through the town database though I'm certain a name like that would have stood out. I search nonstop through phone books and recent data charts of the Elouises that have been birthed since 1990. For all I know, she could be right under my nose and I missed her because I was careless. I wouldn't miss her.

All my findings are blank, reading the same results of nonsense that contribute zero clues as to who an Elouise might be. I don't even have a last name.

After 3 hours of searching and emailing and reading, I huff out. It echoes in the large space and I hear a voice from a few shelves over.

"You've been on that damn computer searching your little heart out ever since I got here."

I turn to meet Ophelia, her thick rimmed glasses glaring off the library light. She's standing with her gray cart of books again and looking at the stack of books I've sprawled out messily on the table.

"I'll put them back, I promise."

"Nonsense. I'm not worried about that, dear. I'm worried about you." She smiled slightly, coming out from hiding behind the cart.

I stared at her with confusion, wondering why she'd say something like that. "You've got that look in your eye- my son's got it too. So does his daddy. You're looking for something, girl. And you won't stop 'til you find it." She spoke, a knowing tone in her voice. I've met Ophelia once and it's as if she's known me my whole life.

"I-I don't even know what I'm looking for." I sighed. I was telling the truth. There wasn't a desired outcome from this other than to know at least one piece of information available about Harry or whoever this Elouise was.

"Sometimes you don't have to. Whatever it is, keep looking." She eyed me, telling me that I was near. Near to what, I was unsure. "What's your name, girl?"

"Adeline."

"Well, Adeline, keep on looking." She smirked. My brows furrowed as I watched her back away. I nodded, however. Whatever she was telling me, I knew what it was.

I turned my head back to the screen of links- though only one thought seemed to arise in my head. I need to be at the hearth of all confusion, where answers are present and clues are hidden all around.

I need to be at Harry's house.

__________________________

geez I'm such an asshole with cliffhanger chaps :)))) pls kill me

HEYO THAT'S 2 UPDATES IN A WEEK, YES HELLO ITS ME.

Thank you guys soooo much for your comments and votes and ik I say this every chapter but it really means the world and you guys are so fucking funny with your comments and also so sweet and I just wanna hug every one of ya.

much love!!

xx, Haley