Tearing Down Walls

Tearing Down Walls 9

Chapter 9 Havannah

After school I had Heath pick up my sisters and I headed to Sky's. Why had I agreed to this? Sky always wanted details and I'm nit very good at explaining things. When I arrived at her house I reviewed what I was going to say. As soon as I stepped out of my car I was tackled by Sky. She dragged me in the house and sat down. "Well?" she eyed me suspiciously.

"He asked for my number and I gave it to him." I said quickly knowing that she wanted more details.

"I don't believe you." I rolled my eyes and started looking through my phone. I found a text from Harry and showed her. "Aw. That's so cute." I smiled. Harry is very sweet and I would die to be his girlfriend, but I don't understand why he would go for me and not a size two model. I didn't trust him. I don't trust anyone. Sky brought me back from my thoughts while smacking my arm.

"Oww. What?" I laughed. She suddenly stood up. "Oh no." she had that 'I just got an idea' look on her face.

"Why don't you call Harry now? That way you can prove that it's really him and I can see how you look when you talk to him." she smiled.

"Your weird. I'm not going to bug him. He's busy. And you don't need to know how I look when I talk to him. That's a little stalkerish." I laughed and she stuck out her tongue.

"Hey did you see Claire this morning?" Sky asked.

"Yes. The bitch is hard to ignore." I snapped back.

"Your telling me. Anyway I bet she hates you now more than ever!" She said excitedly. I looked at her confused.

"Why?" she gasped.

"She loves Harry, you idiot. Guess who's talking to Harry?" Oh. Great. 

"Shit." I closed my eyes. At the mention of Claire's name I got an instant headache. Rubbing my temples I sighed.

"Don't worry. She's just jealous of you." Sky said. I shook my head. Her drama was not what I needed. 

"Well Sky, I have to go home. Technically, I'm grounded." Sky shook her head and then I left. This day didn't go as planned.

When I walked into my house I was bombarded with questions. Dad was really mad. I ignored him and walked upstairs. Skipping dinner I took a long shower. All the stress of today was too much. I changed into my pajamas and laid down. As soon as my head touched my pillow my phone rang. I smiled, It was Harry.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey Havannah." Harry said.

"You sound really tired." and he probably was. Singing takes a lot out of you. I would know from preforming in my bedroom singing along to 1D's Cd. 

"I am." He sighed. I realized I was keeping him up. 

"You don't have to call me, you know? You can go to sleep." 

"I know but I love talking to you." he hesitated. "But, you always sound sad when I call you. Like somethings on your mind and it's stressing you out." He said shyly. I sighed. He is so sweet and he cares. I started to feel bad knowing he thought about my bad mood all day long and how it worried him.

"It's nothing." I replied. He sighed.

"I just want you to know you don't have to go through it alone." with that he hung up. I laid there shocked that he actually said that. Out of everyone who I've told my problems to none of them said that. Closing my eyes I felt tears roll down my face. I was starting to fall asleep when my phone vibrated. It was a text from Harry. I opened it and cried harder. I love this boy. I fell asleep thinking about the last text I received that said 'I mean it. Don't go through it alone. I'm right here.'