never let me go..

chapter 5:

I sat down at the dinner table and mum looked at me like I was an alien. She stood there gobsmacked. “What’s wrong mum?” I asked “nothing” she said sweetly with a fresh tear welling up in the corner of her eye. “It’s just… that necklace… you look so beautiful and if your father were here he would be so proud” “but mum he is here… he is still here” I said holding onto the locket. “We just have to wait for the day that he comes back through that door” she said hopefully “I know mum… and he will” I said smiling at mum. “So… what’s for dinner” I giggled wiping the tear off my cheek.

Mum had made spaghetti for dinner and I absolutely love spaghetti. We ate our food and then we watched TV for a while. It was about 10:30pm and I decided to head off to bed. I said goodnight to mum and went upstairs. I changed into my pyjamas and tied my mattered brown curls into a messy bun. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before lying in bed. I took out my iPhone and opened up my Facebook. Nothing much on their or twitter. I pulled up my messaged and saw I had 7 from Harry.

Message 1: Hayels? I’m sorry for how I acted… please forgive me? <3

Message 2: Hayels? <3

Message: Hayley? Are you pissed at me ): I’m sorry! <3

Message 4: Hayleyyyyyyyyyy <3 answer?

Massage 5: H A Y L E Y? Hazel Hayley? (;

Massage 6: sorry you’re probably asleep or something… sorry Hayley sleep well (:

Message 7: oh and when you see these please reply (: x

Let’s just say Harry isn’t very patient. I replied to him telling him why I wasn’t replying and that I wasn’t angry and how I found the locket. He replied back telling me to stay strong and that he will always be there for me. I closed my phone and went to sleep.

I skipped school that week and I stayed home with mum. We talked about what would happen if dad didn’t come home and she said we’d probably have to sell the house and move. Harry called me every afternoon to make sure I was okay. He would have to be the best friend in the whole entire world. I told him what would happen if dad didn’t come home and he was shocked. He didn’t want me to leave and I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to stay where I was because it was so full of memories of dad. I think that’s why mum would want to sell it. It was full of dad. Well his memories that is. But still I wanted to be with him when he wasn’t around and I wasn’t going to move anywhere and I was making sure we would stay here one way or another.