“Don’t say I didn’t warn you...” he sighs and with that he stands up and walks away. Just like the movies when someone makes the last statement. But this isn’t the movies, this is real life and I wonder why Zayn is so worried about me being with Harry
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of people coming up to me and supposably ‘warning’ me about Harry. I get the first few times they are just trying to look out for me, but now it’s getting irritating. How many bloody times do I have to tell them whatever they say isn’t going to matter. Here comes bitchy Harmony, but its true I’m not going to listen, I’m sick of it.
Getting home was probably the best part of my Thursday. I haven’t come into contact with Harry all day, actually to think about it I didn’t even see him. I wonder if he even went to work. It was sort of weird not to see him. Not that I care…. It’s just, I basically see him every day and after what happened yesterday with the… kiss… and all. I just want to see where we stand.
Not that I think that we are standing anywhere different, its harry for god’s sake. He probably just thought the kiss was a bonus and now he will probably kick me away or something. It was just a kiss, just a stupid little kiss that probably meant nothing. I mean it is the second time we have kissed though. I can’t help thinking differently. This kiss was different, it was somewhat meaningful. It followed the conversation we were having, it was a seal of thanks after Harry opened up to me. To him it was probably nothing, but to me it was a seal of trust, friendship or maybe even more. I don’t just tell anyone these things about me, and after opening up to Harry I can’t not hope that he stays close and doesn’t take my secrets away with him.
After changing out of my daily clothes, and wiping up the face of makeup that has sunken into my pores. I make my way down my curly stairs into the kitchen to make a quick dinner. It’s nice just to have a relaxing night to myself, just watching TV and kicking back on the couch. It may seem sad, but I enjoy my own company especially after a very long day at work!
After cooking up a quick salad wrap and grabbing a nice, cold bottle of water out of my messy fridge I jump onto the couch with my phone in hand and rest the plate on the end of my knees. I quickly dial in the 9-digit number I haven’t called in weeks and let the phone ring out until the all too familiar, calming voice echoes through the speakers.
“Hello?” Her chirpy voice rings through my ears and my lips already form a smile just at the sound of her voice.
“Hi mum.” I smile into my mobile, as I twirl my locket that sits loosely around my neck. I haven’t talked to mum in ages and to be completely honest she’s like my best friend. I know I can tell her anything and I’m almost dying to just have a massive gossip sesh with her. That also might sound sad, but there’s no one better than your mum to get advice and completely release all your feelings.
“Harmony darling! I haven’t heard from you in a while, you were starting to worry me!” She sounds relived as she sighs into the reliever and I laugh at her over-reaction. If she was so worried she could have called me somehow.
“Sorry mum, I have been so busy.” I chuckle lightly, the cold surface of the necklace skimming against the edge of my fingers as I continue to play with it.
“It’s alright, darling. So what’s up? Tell me everything.” Her voice is full of happiness but even from here I can see the problems laying in front of her. The supply of nothing, dad laying on the couch not doing anything and mum trying to pick up all the pieces. Don’t get me wrong I love dad, and he has always tried so hard to support the family. But from what I have been told he has definitely been slacking off lately.
I begin to tell mum mostly everything from the last week. I manage to leave out the letter I received, mum doesn’t need to know I got that and she certainly doesn’t need the reminder of Cher coming back into her life. I did tell her about the apartment being broken into though, and she starts to worry endlessly but I told her not to worry, I told her about how I know I will be okay because I have Drake next door. To which she starts childishly singing the song about Harmony and Drake sitting in a tree…. But she quickly stops when I tell her about me and Harry, and how I don’t know where our relationship stands. I also successfully left out that Harry’s in a ‘gang, not wanting her to judge him by the horrible things he’s involved in.
