Janiah's POV
School went by fast with Harry being in every single one of my classes. We had so many laughs I think if we keep this up, I'll have abs in no time. Harry walked home and I drove home. I asked him if he needed a ride but he declined it. Wonder why..
I got home and opened the door to my house.
"Honey, You're home!" my mom yelled out.
"Mom? Where are you at?"
"In the kitchen Hun!" I hate when she calls me that.
I went straight to the kitchen and found her baking brownies. Yum!
"How come you came home early?"
"My boss let us go!"
"That's good!"
"I know! How was school?"
"Ok.. Hey mom i'm gonna go up to my room." I say as I change the subject, I don't wanna tell her about Lindsay calling me ... Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it.
I went up to my room and changed into some spandex shorts and a tank top. I went on my phone and scrolled through my Instagram and Twitter. I went on Facebook and looked at the stupid posts people posted. After doing that, I decided to take a nap but just as I was about to, I got a text. It was from Luke.
Hey, remember when you cut me off?
Yeah..
Well you know that letter I gave you..
Yeah..
Read it again, please. And then look at the very bottom corner. Maybe you'll give me a second chance?
I read the message but I didn't answer. Should I read the letter?
I went to my closet and took out the box. I opened it up and got the letter out. Oh God, here comes the tears. I locked my door so my mom won't come in on me crying.
Janiah,
I'm so sorry for saying this but I'm breaking up with you.. Please don't be mad. We can still be friends.
Quiet sobs came out of my mouth. All of the memories came back into my mind, again. I looked at both of the very bottom corners and saw a little note on the right one.
By the time you see this, I probably had to tell you myself. Aha. Go look on the back of the polaroid picture we took together, that's if you still have it...
I went over to my desk where I put all of my polaroid pictures. I found the first picture we took together. I had my tounge out as he was kissing my cheek. We looked so happy. It looked as if we were in love with each other. Well actually I was, he wasn't. I got the picture and noticed that there was a note attached to the back. I opened it up and read it.
Hey. You're beautiful, you're funny, everything about you is perfect. The way your dimple shows up whenever you smile. How your eyes glisten when you see something adorable. How you get red whenever I tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you. I love everything about you. I'm sorry that I had to make the big break. I hadn't gotten over Lia.. Yet. But as I thought of it, why would I let go of you? You're everything I can ask for. Please give me another chance. Please. I promise I won't mess up this time. Please.
More and more tears came out of my eyes. Lia was his ex. She was beautiful, I understand why he hadn't gotten over her during the time we were together. I couldn't just say yes and give him another chance that easily. I layed in bed thinking about it. Then I remembered, Harry gave me his number. I can call him for advice.
I took the small piece of paper out of my backpack and put the number in my phone. And then I called him.
While I was waiting, I read the letters over and over and over again that by the time Harry came my eyes were swollen as ever.
Harry's POV
"I'm home!" I yelled out.
"Mom?" No answer. Guess she's not home yet.
I went to my room and dropped my backpack on the floor. I looked around my room that consisted of a bed because that was the only thing that could fit in there. Yes, my room is really small. Janiah asked me if I needed a ride, I declined. I didn't want her to see my house. My house was small, not even half the size of her house. I had nothing else to do so I decided to take a nap until my mom came home.
I woke up from my slumber, my phone ringing disturbed me. It's probably my mum asking me what I want for dinner. I saw that it wasn't, who could it be?
"Erm hello?"
"Harry?" The voice sounded sad. It was a girl forsure.
"Janiah..?" She's the only girl I've given my number to so i'm pretty sure it was her. I heard sniffles on the other end and got worried instantly. Is Lindsay calling her names again? My fists balled up and the thought of her doing that again made me furious.
"Hey what's wrong?"
"Can you come over? Please?" She says.
"Yeah sure!"
"Thank you."She whispers.
I put on my shoes and left a note on the kitchen table to let my mom know that where I would be in case she needed me. My house isn't at all far away from Janiah's house. Maybe a couple blocks. When I got there, I still couldn't take in how big her house was. I rang the doorbell and her mom opened it.
"Hi, is Janiah here?" I ask.
"Um yeah.. Who are you?"
"I'm Harry. I'm new here." Reaching for her hand so I could shake it.
"Ohhhh! Janiah's talked about you. Supposably all of the girls are obsessed with you huh." She says as she shakes my hand.
"Erm, yeah? I guess.." I say as I let out a little laugh.
"She's in her room"
"Thanks Mrs. Rebustes"
"Call me Jane"
"Ok.. Jane" I say as she lets out a laugh.
I went up the stairs and looked at each of the doors until I found the room that seemed like Janiah's room. Let's hope it is. I knock on the door and she lets out a small whisper saying "Come in."
As I come in I almost choke on my breath. Her room is big. Christmas lights all over, her bed as big as my room and my bathroom put together. It fits her personality so much. It's not pink like every other girls room, which caught me surprised. I thought her room would be perky and colorful but it's not. It looks so calm and peaceful. Her room smells amazing. That's the first thing I notice actually when I walk in a house or a room. The smell. I don't know. It's been that way since I was little. Then I found a small fragile looking Janiah, crying in the corner. Her eyes swollen, and her arms hugging her knees.
(( Hi guysssss :) sorry if this chapter wasn't really the best, my mind wasn't working! Like literally, I had no idea how to write this chapter out. Next chapter will be better though, I promise ))
