One.
“Are you okay?” Naveah asks for the millionth time. “I’m fine, thank you,” I press. She’s been over here for two minutes and thirty seven seconds and she hasn’t stopped asking me about Harry and personally, I’m about to go and kill her too.
“You just don’t seem like yourself.” She comments. “I wonder why, Naveah. My boyfriend just died. And although I might not grieve like you, I am okay.” I say quite forcefully. That shuts her up. She’s silent for a second before asking if I wanted to go to the mall.
I was supposed to ask like a girl devasted that she lost her boyfriend, normal, so I said the most pretentious thing that could ever escape my lips. “You’re right. Shopping always helps.”
“Great! You can help me look for a new outfit for Monday! Can you believe it? We’re seniors this year, Hayley. Seniors!” Naveah. I managed a smile and followed her out to her car.
We were walking around the huge two story H&M when we ran into Yancy McGee, the girl who threw the party the night Harry died. Even seeing her now and thinking that it was her tequila that sent him spiraling off the road made me want to curl up on the floor and cry. But then I remembered what I had done.
“Ohhhh, hi.” Her squeaky little voice says. “Hello.” I answer. “Listen, Hayley. I’m so so sorry about Harry. I tried telling Niall that all those alcoholic drinks were going to be dangerous but he didn’t listen to me. Then I tried to find you at the funeral but it looked like you were already gone.”
“Thanks, Yancy. It means a lot,” I lie. Yancy smiles a sad little smiles then tries to hug me as well as she can with her arms serving as a rack for all her shopping bags. I hug back with the force that should be given from a girl in pain then smile at her once, before walking away with Naveah.
Naveha waved once over her shoulder to Yancy then focused back on me. “It’s okay honey. She’s a prentious bitch who only runs on her daddy’s credit card.” I nodded and we continued walking around. “You know what, Nav? I’m not feeling it. I think I’m going to head on home.” I say. Naveah pouts. “You want me to come?” She asks. I shake my head. “Nah. I won’t ruin your shopping trip. Stay, have fun. I’ll get a cab.”
Naveah smiles gladly. “Okay. Good. I told Niall to meet me at the food court around four.”
“Niall? He’s with Yancy, Naveah!” I explain, genuiley surprised at her actions. She waves a hand dismissively at me. “It’s nothing. Just sitting down for some Chick-Fil-A.”
I rolled my eyes. “Be careful, Naveah. Yancy might be a prentious daddy’s girl but remember who her daddy is.” I warn her. Again, Naveah waved her hand. “Go home. Get some rest.” She says. I smile. “Bye, Nav.” I say, walking away from her.
“Bye, Hayley.” she laughs.
When I get home, my family is sat around the kitchen table, playing Monopoly. No, my family isn’t a dweeby loser family. They just like to keep the twins happy, who are seven. My mom and dad are actually pretty cool. When they see me standing at the door way, the four break into a smile. “Hay-Hay!” calls Roger happily. “Come play with us!”
“Yeah, come play with us,” says Peter. Mom and Dad smile when I drag out a chair and sit down. “I’ll be banker,” I smile at the boys, who giggle happily. A pat on my hand makes me turn to my right. Dad. “You’re doing better?” He asks, a weak smile playing on his lips. I gently move my hnd away from his and nod, not making eye contact. “I went to the mall with Naveah.”
“Buy anything?” Mom asks. I shake my head and give Peter the $200 he earns for passing GO.
We play the game for a little while, before we clear away the table for dinner. It’s usually my job to set the table, but lately mom’s been letting me off the hook and tonight isn’t an exception. “I’ll give the job to Roger. I’m sure he won’t mind,” she says softly. I nod, thankful and make my way back upstairs.
I lay down on my bed and fish my phone out of my back pocket. I tap the contact icon with my finger and scroll to the H’s. Harry’s name is first.
I click on call.
Pressing the phone to my ear, I wait as the dial tone morphs into voicemail. I just want to hear his voice.
“Hi. You’ve reached Harry. I’m not available at the moment, probably with my wonderful girlfriend, Hayley, who- Ow! Hayley, why’d you throw that at me? Anyways, leave me your name and number and I’ll try and call you back soon. Byeeeee!”
I hang up before the beep and throw my phone across the room, where it lands on my bean bag chair. I sigh and run my hands through my hair, sitting up. I misseed Harry. I missed him so much. I curled up into a ball and clutched the nearest pillow to me, falling asleep, so I didn’t hear when my mom called me to dinner.
a/n; new fan fiction. Ik ik, what about all the other ones? Haha, well, they’ll be finished. And if you hadn’t read them, go on and give them a read c: leave a comment on what you think, and vote if you think I should keep updating.
