Tearing Down Walls

Tearing Down Walls 17

*Authors Note:  This chapter has a lot of language *cough cough* in it so I'm sorry. I just wrote what came to mind. Also sorry it's taking forever for new chapters but every other week I don't have Internet and when I do I don't get home til late :) I try! Oh and Little Things is out!!!! I absolutely love it! I cry every time I listen to it!

Chapter 17 Harry

We flew back to Ohio. After all the goodbyes Havannah was an emotional mess. You could tell she didn't want to go home. She talked to Niall before she left and he made her smile, but you could feel the stress rolling off of her. She cried herself to sleep once we got on the plane. I hated seeing her like this. She was normally all smiles. After about twenty minutes I pulled out my headphones and started listening to Riot by Cher. Havannah woke up and and took one of my headphones and put it in her ear. She laid her head back on my arm. I started singing and she joined in. "I love it when you sing." she just smiled and returned to singing. Once the song was finished I turned off my music and she took my phone and went on my twitter. "What are you doing love?" she made a tweet and instantly my interactions blew up. She handed me my phone and I looked down at what she posted. ' @1DSexyDances is going to miss her boyfriend and the guys :'( ' I kept looked down at her, but she kept looking forward tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't think your ready for this. Nobody is ever ready to meet my dad." I put my arm around her and pulled her closer not sure what to expect anymore.

Havannah

We got off the plane in the same place I got on two days ago. Harry and Paul piled into a small jeep they had given us upon note of our arrival. Harry sat in the back with me tracing circles in the palm of my hand. "What are we going to do?" he looked confused. "I mean, you can't fly here every week to see me." I sighed. This was getting more and more complicated.

"Who says?" I looked at him. Then I looked up at Paul.

"Tell him Paul." he looked back in the rear view mirror.

"You can't Harry. She's right. Your schedule is about to be packed and after your last concerts you'll be back in England." my stomach dropped at the thought of Harry being that far away but it had to happen sometime. Harry shook his head.

"Where's your next concert?" I asked. He thought for a moment.

"California I think." I shook my head and sighed.

"Too far." I placed my head in my hands. "Why?" I said more to me than to him.

"Hey. We'll figure this out." he pushed back a stray curl. "I'll fly out here to pick you up for the concert." I nodded. 

"What day?" Dad was never going to let me leave the house. Harry shrugged.

"I don't know. I'll call you though." I nodded again and stared out the window as the bare trees whipped past on the outside.

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We pulled into my long driveway and I immediately sat up straight. Harry looked over at me and squeezed my hand. I felt sick. Suddenly everything was too sharp. I could see the dust floating in the air in the car. I could hear the birds chirping as they migrated south for the winter under the rustling of fallen leaves. I could feel the air getting colder against my cheeks. All this would've been calming if I wasn't in my current situation. The smell of gasoline and diesel from the tractors was overwhelming and instantly I got a headache. We pulled up in front of my house and my jaw dropped when I seen boxes on the porch. Paul stopped the car and Harry gave me a quick kiss before I got out. I seen somebody move in the window, so I motioned for him to stay inside the car. Surprisingly he obeyed. My dad opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. His face was emotionless and his arms were crossed. "Hey I'm home." I said casually. That got me a glare that would've killed anyone else, but not me. My stomach was going to explode if I didn't calm down. I stayed on the sidewalk and he remained on the porch. As the wind whipped around me I pulled my hood up and rubbed my hands together. I mimicked his stance. "I don't suppose that you missed me?" he laughed. Not an 'oh your so funny laugh' but an 'oh why are you so stupid laugh'.