Perceiver

Chapter 5: Perfect Plans

Olah Readers, I just wanted to say thankyou so much for your reads and I hope you enjoy fututre plot twists. I wanted to get an update schedule made and published but ht eroblem is I'm really lazy and not particularly reliable so I might forget. 

My promise to yu however is that I will update at least once a week, hopefully twice. And this will most likely be on thursdays and saturdays. Another pressing matter includes the up and coming chapters. I've been told that my wrtiting is a little confusing and I apologize a thousand times over. So if you have any questions please write below. It's important you understand Clara and Harry's relationship before the halfway mark of the story. 

Keep reading, I love you all. Sincerely The very Bored Cow.

I had a plan, a great plan, a perfect plan, almost the best plan.

It was a plan at any rate…

I was having a day of studying at home. When I was broken out of my concentration by talking downstairs, I realized why the sound of voices so disturbed me. My parents had been away for a week and I had sort of gotten used to the deathly silence.

I removed my head phones to be overcome by chatter from downstairs, my parents were back and they were entertaining? Immediately, I slung my guitar across the room, onto my bed before slowly making my way down to the voices. In the kitchen sat Harry, his family, my mum, my dad and my grandparents.

 As soon as I so my grandma I ran up and gave her a hug, I loved my grandma more than anyone she was my roots. I was raised by her as when I was born my parents were still traveling a lot. She was young grandmother but still pretty stereotypical; baking cookies and spoiling you rotten. I was always told that was where I got my passion for music and she taught me how to play guitar.

I also gave my grandpa a hug and smiled warmly at my parents before giving them a hug and saying hello. Then I turned around to see the big green eyes obnoxiously staring at me. “Do I get a hug?” Harry smirked as the others moved into the lounge room and we were left alone in the kitchen. I shrugged him off before proceeding to walk out of the area, until a strong arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back. I flicked my hair around, slightly angered at his actions. “What,” I waited for his response, with my back turned to him, but instead of any he just nervously stood there gazing into my eyes. "Can we, maybe talk?" Harry questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck. Sighing reluctantly I turned around to be met with a hand resting on my cheek and a warm breath on my eyes.

The gap between us had suddenly closed leaving me rather breathless. His hand began to wander up my cheek, attempting to brush my run away hair out of my face. Harry's neck also began to tilt and straight away a gear clicked in my mind. Brushing his hand away and stepping back, I shook my head and sighed. His tone changed as his hands slumped to his sides. "What, is this about school?" I shook my head, not is disagreement but just the fact that I was tempted to just give up on him. "Or is this about Kayla because, she.." "Stop." I yelled. Half offended at how quickly he dismissed Kayla and half at the fact that he really didn't get it.

Tears and anger flashing across my face in an instant. "You know Harry, I thought you had changed, I thought I actually stood a rank but no, to you I'm just another girl to hang around with you when you feel like cheating." Harry went to say more but I interrupted him again. "I don't even know why I bother." And that's when my perfect plan was to come into action, I was going to ignore him. I turned on the spot and walked away. A few seconds later I heard him mumble to himself before leaving with a great slamming of the back door.

I couldn’t believe the nerve of that kid, he had a girlfriend, he was hitting on me and he treated me like dirt. I could feel the emotions swelling in my gut, my mind racing from thoughts like if I should tell Kayla, to why I was even flustered by his closeness. With a long and ungrateful sigh I walked over to the fridge to grab a drink before Grandma appeared into the kitchen. She waddled over to where I was standing, glancing around slightly confused as to what had just happened.

“What’s going on?” She casually questioned. Sucking in my courage I breathed out reluctantly “nothing much.” My voice quivered, it never did that and the one time I needed it to stand strong it gave up on me, curse you voice box. Grandma chuckled before responding “Boy troubles?” I turned around rolling my eyes as if to say ‘is it that obvious?’ She smiled that lovely toothy grin, I fell for every time and the giggles escaped my mouth.

“It’s okay,” she said, wrapping a warm arm around my shoulder and leading me over to some stools. “That Harry fellow doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” I chuckled, “Seriously,” she continued. “He’s gonna come crawling right back to you in a few years’ time.” “I just don’t know if that’s what I want?” I questioned. “Well at any rate, one day you will find a lucky guy, who you’ll give it all up for, one day.” Grandma finished.

She always managed to make me feel better, in these painful times. “Yeah, maybe.” I replied. “Maybe,” She coughed. “Believe me, your grandfather was just like it.” I smirked, sensing another ‘when I was your age’ story coming along. “Your grandpa was the high school ladies’ man, he had girls falling at his feet, but he chose me. And you know what I did.” She nudged me, raising an eyebrow at me. “I said no, a three years later he came crawling right back, on hands and knees, begging for me.” I smiled at her commentary. “Now it’s a good thing I was still into one night stands otherwise I would have said too slow, but I had always had this small gap in my heart for him.” She looked at me.

“But I have a sneaky suspicion your one is in Australia.” I blushed slightly before Grandma patted my knee. “Well come on,” she said, “I hear you’ve been doing some writing and I’m going to need to hear it.” I smiled gratefully at her before racing upstairs to grab my notes, books and guitar. And we spent the rest of that afternoon jamming, and you know the best part; I didn’t give Harry a second thought.