After hours of sitting slumped against my bed frame I was close to suicidal. A lot of people would probably call me crazy, in which case they'd be right, for never leaving, never calling the police. But I just couldn't. I'd have barely any money. No place to go. No home. Nobody. And how would I even leave? It's not like I could just walk up to him and say Im leaving, were done.
The shittiest part of it all was that Chad had once been a great guy. I was once able to say I loved him. At 16, I was a complete mess. I lived with my aunt and uncle that were basically terrified of me or something. I mean for gods sake they could've been a little nicer to me. I'd been kidnapped for 12 damn years and just to find out my real parents were dead. I met Chad at a party and he was always drunk. But he was a funny drunk. He always made people laugh and somehow I fell for that. Of course, that happy drunk was now an abusive alcoholic.
I kept my face covered in my hands finally drying up the last of my tears. I stood up and glanced at the clock. 12:35.
I smiled remembering Harry & I's pretty lame text conversation.
I had texted him back and said, "Now I've lowered it to a 9.3."
Of course after that, I had stopped replying because I could barely see with my blurred out vision.
I checked my phone.
From Harry
"Okay thats low."
"Did you fall asleep."
"It's like 12 lame ass."
"Totally kidding okay good night."
"Well actually good morning."
"I promise im cool."
I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing as loud as I was about to. There was no way I wanted Chad awake even though he won't remember anything at all from last night.
I texted him back,
"You're a lame ass go to sleep."
And fell asleep actually smiling.
***
When I woke up around 9, I saw Chad was gone. Wow. He actually went to work.
I checked my phone and smiled.
From Harry
"Ouch. For that you'll have to put up with me for another date."
I rolled my eyes.
I started to type but I saw he was calling me. My heart rate started to speed up when I answered.
"Hello?" I said.
"Morning love." I knew he was smiling.
"Morning lame ass," I said and he laughed.
"Alright you probably dont wanna put up with me, but I don't know. I guess I just want to see you again," he said and my heart hammered.
I sighed and said, "Harry its just-" I was cut off.
"Oh come on I'm not that bad."
I smiled but I wanted to cry. The problem is he wasnt that bad. He was great. He was what I always dreamed of having.
But I knew there was no way I could keep this up. It wasn't fair to anyone. If Harry found out he'd hate me.
But I wanted so desperately to be with him. I wanted to see his smile. I wanted to see my smile.
"Okay I'll go," I said quietly. But my curfew is 4 today."
"Damn you're lucky you're cute," he huffed and I laughed.
"I think you are in fact lucky im cute," I said sarcastically.
"whatever you say babe," he said.
I laughed lightly even though my heart just fell out of my chest just from a simple word.
"I'll pick you up at 12. Don't you live at Garden Villa Apartments , is that what it was?"
I hated the fact that he had to come get me here. So many terrible thoughts of what could happen erupted in my mind.
"Uhhm-yes 312," I stuttered.
"I'll see you then," he said and I heard the phone click.
***
My palms were so sweaty. I had managed to get all of chads stuff cleared out and everything but I still was a mess. I did think I looked pretty decent thought. I had on small, strapless darkblue dress with a small white jacket to make it seem less slutty. I didn't even know what we were doing.
I really needed to go shopping if I were going to be spending more time with Harry. No Savannah. You have to end this today and tell him the truth. The thought of never seeing him again broke a small part of me despite the fact I hadnt know him long.
I heard a knock and I tried to control the pulse sounding through my ears. I opened the door and let out a sigh of a relief.
"Hi Savannah. You look beautiful today," he said cutely leaning against the door frame.
"Thank you," I said with a slight smile.
He frowned a bit and I asked what was wrong.
He reached his hand out to my face and on instinct I jerked back. His face reacted with surprise and I was immediately filled with regret.
"I-Im sorry-" I stammered.
"Savannah its okay," he nervously laughed. "I was just saying you have a bruise right here in your cheek."
Dammit. I forgot about that.
"Oh yeah. I accidentally hit my cheek on the cabinet," I said. When will you stop lying to him. Does he seriously deserve it?
He laughed and said, "you really are a mess."
"You have no idea," I mumbled.
"You're a little bit fancy for just bowling," he said looking down at my dress.
I just rolled my eyes and walked out, closing the door behind me.
***
I honestly had the time of my life just for 2 hours of bowling. Harry was actually pretty good. I had never been bowling before, which blew Harrys mind, so he had to help me sometimes which I obviously didnt mind. Harry did accidentally break the gutters in which we then decided to leave.
It was only 2 when we left which made Harry ask me to go get icecream which I decided to say yes too. Harry ordered mint chocolate chip in which he said was his favorite ice cream. I decided to get chocolate and we sat at a booth talking and eating.
I decided to tell him some stuff about me which he deserved to know. That I'm originally from Nebraska but moved here when I was 15 with my aunt and uncle. I told him i'm going to college but im not sure what I want to be yet. My dream is to be an author but it just has never worked out for me. I told him that I work as a waitress at Olive Garden and that I actually really enjoy it (probably because im away from home but I didn't mention that).
He told me that he was from Cheshire but moved here when his parents split up. Now he lives here with his "ass of a dad" and his girlfriend and her son. Well he doesn't actually live with them, he lives with his friend Louis in an apartment.
He seemed to be really happy as I told him more about myself. I guess I was probably very reserved considering how nervous I was last night. God, I just wish so bad that he was out of my life. Then I could go on dates with a guy like Harry and not feel like a fugitive. You could Savannah. You could always leave him.
I finally arrived home safe and sound. I leaned against the counter and breathed out.
Suddenly, I heard keys jingling and I started to slightly panic when I realized I'm still in my dress.
I stood there, frozen as it opened.
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Happily - Harry Styles (completed)
JugendliteraturHe laughed slightly, but clearly at his own pain. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I'm the broken one."