NEVER h.s

Six

I slammed the door behind me and slid down to the floor, not really caring whether I needed my inhaler or not. I don't know what most of what I over heard in the alley meant but this shit is starting to make me go a little insane. I so badly want to talk Harry about it, to anyone about it honestly but the way the two boys were talking it seems like I could potentially get killed.

After I had ran from the alley way, I had ran all the way to campus and collapsed on grass in the middle of the small park. I laid there for awhile trying to clear my head, just watching my surroundings but then one of Harry's little minion things that follow him around came into to sight. It was the one with brown eyes and jet black hair. We had locked eyes and when we did he changed his course and started in my direction. At that, I bolted and that leads to now. That leads to me, on the verge of a meltdown (which doesn't happen too often), leaning on my front door for support.

I'm not sure what's happening right now, but that seems to be the only question my mind can come up with. It's one of those moments where you wish your conscience would start blabbing on, but at that specific moment.. she's absent. Leaving me stranded in my thoughts that will lead me into a blank, confusing abyss.

I jumped at sound of my phone going over in by back pocket, effectively blaring his little composition that he made for me when I turned sixteen (Shirtsleeves). That's ringtone only belonged to one person.

"Ed?!" I half screamed, half not screamed. I'm not really sure what noises were emitting from me. It's sort of varying from excited three year old to crying baby.

"Bea, babe. How are you, my little bird?" Ed said back, I could practically hear the smile on his face.

"Oh my god, I just really wish I was hugging you right now!" I squealed.

"The wish is a mutual then. How are classes? Everyone treating you alright, I don't need to fly over and whoop some English ass do I, eh? I miss hearing my people's voices. I've been here since I was a teen but it's still odd to live with American accents all the time." He asked

"Cut the shit Ed. You lived like one and you sound like one, though you still have Irish blood running through your veins." I said giggling, "And take that back right now, you know you love me!"

"Don't start with me, Ash. Maybe I need to come kick your ass." He laughed back.

"No way in hell you're kicking my ass, only thing you're doing with my ass is kissing it." I laughed loudly at my words, imagining Ed's face twisting.

"Anyway, back to the real point as to why I'm calling you so spontaneously," He sighed, "I'm flying over there Sunday. I have to be at meeting for your parents company but then after that I'm staying with you for the week."

"You're joking!" I let out the most girly squeal ever.

Oh my god, remember to breathe, Asthon.

"Is Giles coming too? I've missed him more then I remember missing him last year." I asked twisting my hair around my finger.

"Nah, he is out on holiday. I'm leaving Paul and his team in charge of the grounds, so don't stress. I know how you get." then I let the air I was holding free.

"Though I'll be going to meetings and stuff." Ed sighed, I can she him running his hand through his ginger hair, "I'll have free time though, will you be doing anything?"

"Yeah Ed, it's called college. Ever heard of it?" I replied, running my hand through my own hair.

"Oh-fucking-yeah. Well, I'll help you with your calculus if you help me with my next song." Ed piped.

Ding! The light bulb over my head just lit up.

"I can ask Greg if the music hall is open next week, though it wouldn't matter. I have the spare keys." I laughed.

"Oi! Are y'all ducking or something, little bird?" Ed laughed, using the nick name he gave me years ago.

Well, this conversation took a turn for the awkward.

"No. Shut up, Edward." I teased.

"I am going to have to kick your ass, aren't I? You probably need a little ass whooping, no one is knocking any sense into you over there." He breathed through the phone.

"Don't sass me. I'm a little angry that you didn't tell that you were coming sooner. Now I have to balance you and my music." I grumbled.

"I'm sorry. They surprised me with this meeting, every spontaneous." Ed sighed.

"I hate this. I'm just so stressed, Ed." my stress finally jumping the train, "I hate not having parents. I hate having to balance so many things. I hate him for waltzing in and making my curiosity sky rocket. I hate it. I just hate it all right now, Ed." I ranted, taking a deep breath. When I get stressed everything just seems large than it is.

"Who's this lad you're ranting about?" Ed asked.

Realizing I wasn't gonna say anything back he continued, "Never mind, that's for another time. You're stressed, Bea, go home. Eat some peanut butter, watch some captain America or some shit, and just chill. I'm sorry about all this, my love. I'll see you soon, I love you, and don't you dare make me come over there and drag your ass back home." Ed sighed, again. I really don't like making him upset because it's not really his fault.

"I love you, Ed."

I stood from my position on the floor and walked into my room, throwing my limp body onto my bed. A single tear rolled down my cheek and then another, and another. What am I gonna do? Who the hell knows. What am I supposed to do about this Harry-Louis-gang-possiblebreathingfather situation? Nothing? Because that's asking a damn lot from me. I'm about as nosy as an anteater. Judge me, see if I give a rip. Everything is just screwing all to hell and back. My strength is wearing a little thin but no one else will ever know.

Cedracului naiba ar trebui să fac acum? (What the fucking hell am I supposed to do now?)

I allowed a few more body racking sobs and silent tears to fall until I wiped them away, along with my sickening emotions. The fact that I let myself feel this was sickening, I want to throw up. I didn't though, I slipped back into my rock hard, air tight, sassy, I-don't-give-two-shits, attitude.

I pull myself together. Pulling my sweatshirt over my head, I grab my bag and head out the door to my science class.