indecisive (on hold)

11.

“You.” She repeats. She stalks forward. She stops right in front of the bed. I am leaned back on my hands to create a distance between us. Charley. She is here. Just like Harry, but he just told me they broke up. So, why was she here? I look to Harry. He looks like he has just seen a ghost.  

 “Charley. What are you doing here?” Harry gulps.

“What am I doing here? What is she doing here?” Charley spits, pointing at me.  I stand to exit the room. Charley places her hand on my shoulder and pushes me back onto the bed.

 “Sit.” She commands.

“Don’t touch her.” Harry growls. He stands from the bed, looking down at Charley. She looks like a frightened ten year old. Hell, if I was her, I would be too. Harry is intimidating, but I oddly find comfort in it.

“Get out, Charley.” His voice sounds calmer than I had expected.

“No!” She yells. “I’m not leaving, until we talk. You can't just do that! You can't just do that and us not ta-" Harry interrupts her with the wave of his hand.

“Charley. There is nothing to talk about. Now, get out!” Harry booms.

His voice chills my blood. His face is twisted in anger and I see a vein pooping out of his neck. I stare at him, then to her. Her eyes hold such disbelief and emotion and it's hard to read what emotion it is. Her mouth is slightly open as she takes a deep breath. She tries to process what is going on. I feel like I can see the gears in her head spinning. She wants to say more, but she doesn't. This time, Charley takes one last look at us, then leaves the room. Harry’s shoulders relax. I am still sat on the bed, beyond confused.

“Harry, what happ-?”

“Please, Liz. I don’t want to talk about it.” He cuts me off.

He sounds defeated. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath, his eyes closed.

“But, Harry I’m so con-”

“I know, Liz.” He interrupts again, “I know you are, but please. Not now.”

He turns to me, green eyes sparkling like nothing ever happened.  I simply nod. However, I am going to find out  what the hell is going on, soon. I mean, I have forever anyway.

“Well, I’m tired.” I stand and walk around him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I slightly smile, trying to achieve one back. I succeed and he nods.

“Okay. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

"Maybe, 'tomorrow' can be our 'always'." He smiles, biting his tongue to stop from laughing.

I roll my eyes, letting out a chuckle. "Goodbye Harry."

"Goodbye Elizabeth."

I walk out of the house and head to my car, a smile on my face the whole time. College isn’t starting out too bad.

***

(248 days before)

I roll out of bed this morning rather quickly, remembering I get to see Harry today. Today I decide on my forest green dress, with sheer tights, black oxfords and plaid scarf. I put my hair in a sock bun on top of my head. Adding my glasses, as the finishing touch. My drive to campus is filled with me singing at the top of my lungs.

I walk to the cafeteria for my morning coffee.  As I’m waiting in line, the boy from the party approaches me.

“Hey. It’s you.” He chirps. I turn to face him and smile.