The Perfect Sky Is Torn

Chapter 2 - Trying to Read the Signals I'm Receiving

Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I didn't have a whole lot of time to write because I usually do it in some of my classes, but I've also gotta pay attention to those. Let me know what you guys think!

Oh, and sorry for all the spelling errors. For one, I write the chapters in a notebook then type it out, so I have to type and read at the same time, so I'll hit some wrong buttons. For another, there's no red squiggly lines under misspelled words. I'm ususally great at spelling, but I'm not the best at typing.

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Chapter 2

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I jolted awake when I heard a door slam closed. Sliding out from under Liam, I quietly got off the couch and reached my hands to the ceiling, standing on my toes, stretching. I scratched the back of my neck and switched off the telly, then looked back at the sleeping Liam , his face pressed into the couch pillow with the blanket half on his body. After my little confession last night, we had made nachos then watched the film Dear John. What can I say? I'm a sucker for love stories.

Remembering why I woke up, I made my way down the hallway and knocked quietly on Harry's door. "Haz?" I whispered. "Haz, are you awake?" I wondered, not hearing any snoring. I gripped the door knob and tried twisting it, but it didn't move. Harry locked his door.

Harry never locks his door.

I knew he was definitely awake now. "Harry!" I shouted, pounding on the door. I heard a thunk as Liam fell off the couch, startled from his sleep. "Open this door, Harry!"

Liam approached me and pulled me back a bit to stop my pounding. "What's going on, Lou?"

I crossed my arms angrily, "Harry's door is locked."

"Liam looked from me to the door, then back to me again with a confused expression on his face. "So?"

"Harry and i never lock our doors," I answer.

"Even if someone is in there with you?" Liam questioned.

The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Had Harry taken Caroline home with him? No. He would have yelled at me to go away by now. Something's not right.

"No, no, no. No one's in there. I don't even know if Harry's in there."

"Harry's not? Then who came in and locked his door?"

"Perhaps he snuck out the window," I whisper.

"Then why come home at all?"

I looked at Liam. "That's the question, isn't it?" With one last glance at Harry's door, I turned to my own room and crawled onto my bed, not bothering to get changed or get under the covers. Where is Harry? And why would he come home to simply lock his door and leave again? What is he hiding from me? Am I no longer trustworthy? Did I offend him when I told him to get back with Caroline? Should I have stayed out of it? But whatever it was, how was I supposed to fix it?

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"Lou? Are you awake?" A voice whispered.

I grunted and rolled onto my stomach, covering my face with a pillow. I felt the bed sag beside me as someone lay down next to me. A finger gently stroked my hair and it was so relaxing that I felt sleep pull at me again.

The stroking suddenly stopped and I felt a head rest on my shoulder, curly hair brushing my neck.

Harry.

My eyes opened and I moved the pillow away and turned my head to face Harry. "Harry?" I said groggily, sleep still tugging at me.

Harry looked up at me and smiled, his dimples showing. "Yeah, it's me. Go back to sleep, Lou."