never let me go..

chapter 4:

Harry called me after he went on his date with Chantelle and he was giving me all the details. He was saying how pretty she looked but I knew it would be a different girl next week. He was like that. A heart breaker. “AND… AND HALYEEEYYYY!!!! GUESS WHAT!!!” Harry shouted excitedly down the phone at me “what Harry?” I asked nervously waiting for his reply. “She... She, she said… YES!” “Wow Harry that’s great!” I said trying to sound excited for him. “I know right” he sighed out of happiness. “And now the best part is I can kiss her all the time” he said cheekily, I could feel him smirking through the phone. “Ugh typical Harry” I sighed “hey she’s fit!” he replied “yeah and so will next week’s girlfriend aye haz” “that’s not true! I… I like her” “yeah… you liked Valerie last week didn’t you? Remember Val? ‘the one’ yeah that lasted long didn’t it?” “Hayley I can’t believe your acting this way you should be HAPPY for me!?” he growled down the phone “Harry… think about it… how many girls have you gone out with over the past 2 months?” “Uh… I, I uh… a lot…” “Yeah Harry…” “It doesn’t matter Haley!!” “Whatever Harry… I have to go… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said “yeah… I guess” he replied with a slight croak in his voice. “Bye Haz” I said sadly “yeah… bye hayels” he said trying to sound happy.

Ugh. He irritates me. He gets with so many girls and then dumps them. I feel bad for them. But then again he has a ‘rep’ as the heartbreaker. We wouldn’t want that being ruined now do we?

I decided I needed a change. I was rearranging my room for hours. Who knows what made me want to rearrange my room. I guess it kept my mind away from everything. I was clearing out the boxes on the top of my shelve cupboards when I pulled down a big box filled with things from my childhood. I opened the box and rummaged through the box and found a scrapbook. I opened it up and looked closely at the cover photo. It was me and Harry. We were 5. It was a cute photo. I remember that day. It was 3 days after Dad left to go to the army and I didn’t want to be with anyone but Harry. We camped out the back of his house for 4 days. I was a mess for those 4 days and Harry, even at 5 years old; he was there to comfort me. I smiled to myself and flipped through the book and saw a picture of my dad in his army uniform holding me in his arms. I pulled it out and put it in my wallet to keep with me. The next photo was of me, mum, dad, Anne, Harry and Gemma. We were all standing there hugging. I pulled that one out to put in my wallet as well along with the family photo of me mum and dad. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away and put the book on my shelf in my room. I continued to look through the box seeing old paintings that I had done and old toys and other stuff. I stopped when I saw a small black velvet box with my name engraved on the side of the gold panel. I opened it to reveal a golden, heart shaped locket. I let out a small gasp at its beauty. Then I remember it. The memories came back. There I was standing with dad before he left us. He handed me the box and said “you will always be in my heart Hayley” he pulled down to reveal a gold chain on his neck. Hanging on it was a heart shaped locket. He opened it to reveal a picture of me and my mum in it. “and now” he said opening the box that was still in my hands “I will always be with you wherever you are” he said as he pulled a similar gold heart shaped locket out of the little black box. He wrapped it around my neck and secured the hook at the back. He gave me a tight hug and kissed my forehead. He gave mum a passionate kiss and with a tear in his eye left for the army. Mum and I were teary and I remember myself trying to run after my dad but being held tightly in my mother’s arms. I was screaming out to my dad but he couldn’t hear me. He was gone.

I held the little black box close to my chest and opened it. I pulled out the locket and pulled it around my neck. I hadn’t worn this necklace since I was 9. I don’t know why I ever stopped wearing it. Probably because I didn’t want to ruin it. It was beautiful. I opened it up and admired the picture of my beloved father. How I longed to see him just one more time. I put the little black box on the shelf and went downstairs to dinner.