~His heart was a secret garden and his walls were very high~
(I though I's change that poem up from being "her" to "he" since that fits this story better)
Josephine-
The very first thing I feel when I wake up is my massive headache. The first thing I hear is Teagan barking. The first thing I recall from last night is kissing Harry on my front porch. I roll over in my bed and let my face sink into my cotton pillow, but soon lift myself onto my elbows because I feel like I am suffocating. And then, in a matter of seconds I feel an all new kind of pain in my chest, when I realize exactly what day it is and what's awaiting. I can't stop the hot tears that well up in my eyes, holding them back as best as I can until they brimmed over, cascading down my cheeks silently.
I don't let myself get carried away, I just lie back down in bed and let the salty tears release themselves as I stared up at my ceiling without making a sound. When I hear my phone vibrate I don't bother on looking at it and I don't make a move at all. It will probably just be Tyler, because now I also remember having some sort of association with him last night. So with a clamped jaw I stay in bed until my eyes are dry, and let my feet meet the floor of my bedroom after attempting to rub the redness out of them. I walk to the bathroom with slightly blurry vision. I brush my teeth and wash my face, all the whole trying not to look at myself in the mirror. Because I know I will probably look like a train wreck. When I walk back into my room I sit at the edge of my bed and pick up my glasses from my nightstand. I finally look at my phone after putting my glasses on, and see I actually have two messages from Harry. One is from last night, but one if from this morning.
H: Are you feeling any better?
That one if from 11:20 last night.
H: .......are you up?
That one is from ten minutes ago when I was lying in bed. My eyes are a little itchy from crying and it reminds me of just why I was crying and so does his message. He's leaving today, and I greatly wish that I could go with him or that he could stay. But we can't be selfish. Because his mom needs him, and I can't leave my parents, they would never even let me. And even though it hurts to say it, I don't know how long he will be gone, and I start college next fall.
I text Harry back telling him that I am awake, and as I plop back onto my back on my mattress I smell bacon cooking from downstairs. The combination of crying and a hangover makes my head feel like I've been hit with a bat, and so as I wait for Harry to text me back I get some Advil from my bathroom across my room. When I hear my phone vibrate more than twice I know someone is calling me, and know it's probably Harry. So I dart back into my room and retrieve it from all the blankets, answering it instantly.
"Hey." Is what Harry answers with. His tone doesn't sound happy and I am sure that mine doesn't either.
"Hi, Harry." I say, biting the inside of my cheek as I feel a lump in my throat at the sound of his voice. I bet this lump won't leave all day.
"What are you doing?" I ask him when the line is silent.
"Packing." He groans.
"And I bet you that you could fold much better than I can." He adds on, and it makes me smile only a little.
"Yeah, I bet I can." I reply half heartedly.
"Why don't you come over?" He asks me.
I instantly know that I want to. "What time?" I wonder.
"You can come now. My mum is making breakfast, well, she's out getting it since everything is packed." He tells me.
I tell myself to remember everything he's saying, to remember the way his accent sounds even though I know we can call eachother when he is gone.
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Hearts Without Chains
FanfictionJosephine Marie Laken is a girl who just wants to be the perfect daughter to her parents. She craves to bring home perfect grades, even though it stresses her out to no ends. When she agrees to tutor a student in History as a favor to Mr. Harbors, t...