The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter Nine

Chelsea's POV

As soon as it was light enough for me not to wake anyone up, I called Dave. We had to have a serious talk about what had happened to me last night. It wasn't only about the rock. It was about what was written on the rock. I hadn't told Harry and I didn't want Niall to find out because I knew he would tell him. 

We sat on the couch in the den together in silence. The rock was in my hand. I had already told Dave what had happened. 

"Did you tell Harry yet?" Dave asked, finally breaking the silence in the room.

I looked over at him and shook my head no. He gave me a looked that was asking if I was crazy.

"Why not? Why are you avoiding telling him stuff lately?" Dave questioned, moving his hands widely and raising his voice a little.

"Because, I just want to breathe a little bit. I love Harry with all my heart, but as soon as I tell him he will turn around and stop his whole tour. I would feel so bad if I was the reason why." I answered back.

Dave nodded his head and rubbed my back for comfort. "Well, you should at least call the cops. The rock says the person is 'watching you' so maybe the cops will be able to match the handwriting or something."

"Yeah. I'll call them and file a report." I agreed.

I grabbed my phone from the kitchen island and dialed the number for the police department. I told them what happened and showed them the rock. They asked me the usual questions like if I had any enemies or if I knew who could have done it. Both I denied. They took that information and agreed that they would look into it. They also said they would call me if they had any leads.

After they left, I decided to get dressed and go out to the mall. I called Dave and asked him if he wanted to come as well. He agreed to drive us there and that he would be coming at around lunch time. With that knowledge I thought I would just take it easy and watch some television.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Milo's Tea. I walked upstairs and sat down on Harry and mine's bed. I turned the tv on and flipped through the channels before I settled on watching Everything,Everything. It was one of my favorite movies. I cracked open my tea and started to drink it.

Before I had even made it through half the movie, I was starting to feel really tired. My eyes were growing heavy. I kept trying to fight sleep, but somehow I lost and my eyes closed.

When I woke up, I had a hard time remembering why I was up their. I grabbed my phone and saw that Dave had been trying to call me multiple times. I listened to his message that he had left me about ten minutes ago.

Dave: Look, I'm worried about you. Why aren't you picking up Chels!? I'm standing outside the door. the message read.

I looked at the clock on the dresser and realized that it was now almost three in the afternoon. i scrambled and grabbed my stuff. I ran to the door and unlocked it. Dave's car was outside. He was talking to the neighbor that had been watching  Harry and I make love. As soon Dave saw me, he waved goodbye to the neighbor and ran over to me.

"What the hell happened to you? You wouldn't answer the door!" Dave explained as he grabbed my bag.

"Why were you talking to him?" I questioned as I looked over at the neighbor. He was still standing in his front yard smiling.

"He  was asking me what was wrong. He was going to call the cops at first but then he suggested that maybe you were sleeping." Dave said as he got into the car.

I got in as well and fastened my seat belt. I looked at the neighbor the whole time Dave backed out of the drive way. When we drove past him, he had the creepy smile on his face. It wasn't a smile that was friendly, it was like he knew something that I didn't. I stared him down until we drove past him and were down the street.