The fall (pt 2 To The asylum)

Chapter 4

"Pass the pizza." Rye says, eyes trained on the tv in front of him. Harper tightens his arm around me, reaching over my lap to grab a slice and handing it to Rye, whom shoves it in his mouth without even looking away from the tv.

"Dude, you're gonna get fat." Harper laughs. "That's like your tenth slice. And how many more rounds of that stupid game are you planning on playing?"

Rye scoffs, mouth full. "Way more than just three because I got 'tired.'" He finally tears his eyes away from the tv to look at Harper and smirk. "And please. If pizza made me fat, I'd be 300 pounds by now."

Harper snorts, but doesn't respond.

It's like three o'clock. After my mum came home, she found me on the couch shoving my mouth with food and crying like some middle-aged woman getting over a breakup. I kinda just started moping around all day, not really doing anything except taking a shower, so my mum told me to get out of the house, and here I am. I remembered my crap this time, though.

"Hey Sophie?" Liz calls from the kitchen, and I look away from the Tv. +

"Yes mam?"

"Your mum's on the phone!"

I furrow my eyebrows, confused. "I'll be right there!"

"Be right back." I mumble to harper. I wiggle out from under his arm and stand up, stumbling towards the kitchen, where Julie  is waiting for me. 

She smiles, glancing back into the living room, before handing me the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sophie . Are you still at Harper's house?" 

"Yes, mum. I told you I was staying the night." 

She sighs. "Well, I thought I'd just tell you that Andy's called the house twenty-seven times. He left a ton of messages. "

I inhale deeply, looking around the room, trying to not make eye contact with Julie. "I don't want to talk to him right now." +

"Do you plan on telling me what happened between you two?" 

Hell no.

"Maybe later. Just ignore the calls for now. Love you, bye." I tell her, hanging up before she can say anything else.

I can't stay mad at andy. I know I can't. I have never been able to. But as of right now, the last thing I want to do is say one word to that boy.

I walk back into the living room, plopping back down next to Harper and resuming our current position. Rye's eyes are still trained on the Tv, and I don't know how he's not blind. Rye really hasn't said much to me, but he's given me a few glances. I really don't know how to feel about him.

"What was that about?" Harper asks, looking down at his phone. Since mine was shattered in the Asylum, it'll be another week or so before I get another one. My moms already put in another order.

"Andy. We got in a fight earlier, and now he wants to talk to me."

"What happened?" Harper raises his eyebrows, turning off his phone. 

I shake my head, purposefully eyeing Rye. "I'll tell you later."

Harper pouts. "Whyyyy."

"It's nothing, ok, I'll tell you later."

Harper nods, giving up almost too easily.

"Dammit." Rye suddenly grunts, pausing the game and ripping his apparently vibrating phone out of his pocket. He rolls his eyes. "It's Andy."

"Answer it." Harper says.

Rye sighs annoyedly. "Hello?"

"Would you calm down for like five seconds? Jesus Christ." 

"Yeah she's here."

Rye looks at me expectantly, and I make the cutting throat motion quickly.

A smirk grows across his face. "She's, er... she's asleep right now. With Harper. In his room. Actually, they're probably getting it o-" 

"RYE!" I shriek, ripping the phone away as he slaps his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

I hang up on Andy, throwing the phone back down on the brown haired boys lap. I sigh, running a hand through my hair, not failing to notice how Harper's cheeks are now a noticeable shade of pink, staring at Rye.

"Hey," Rye whines, his cackling dying down. "I need to ask him about band practice." He picks the phone back up, dialing Calum's number and getting up to leave the room.

"Dick." Harper mumbles when he's out of earshot.

I turn to face Harper, smiling, biting back a giggle at the even darker shade of pink his cheeks have become. He looks happy, but tired, dark circles underneath his bright blue eyes. His hair is still messy from this morning, and I reach up to brush some of it off of his forehead.

That's when I see it.

It's light at first. Just a small flicker. But then the red flashes completely across his pupils, deep in the blue pools, and I yelp, jumping backwards away from Harper. 

"What is it?!" Harper startles, straightening up to stare worriedly at me.

"Y-You're.... T-The-"

"What?!"

I gulp, trying to compose myself. "N-Nothing. N-Nevermind."

"Soph, you can't react to something like that and say it's nothing. What happened? What did you see?!"

"G-Go look in the mirror."

"What?"

"Just do it!"

He gets up relatively quickly, grabbing the crutches leaning against the table and pulling them under his arms. He hobbles past me towards the hallway, but I stay put, a little overwhelmed at the moment. Oh my freaking god.

Please don't tell me that's what I think it is.

It's freaking impossible.

Please no.

Holy shit.

"Soph, I didn't see anything. Is it my hair? It looks really bad. Other than that there's nothing." He calls from the hallway, sounding breathless.

"N-No, I was just seeing things, just forget about it, my bad."

I decide not to tell Harper. It will freak him out to no end, and I will not do that to him.

Rye returns from the other room, shaking his head. "I thought blonds were supposed to be smart." He scoffs.

I fight back the hysteria taking place inside of me, trying to form a coherent thought.

"W-What happened?"

"He's skipping band practice to go to some bar. I mean Jesus, our first gigs in two weeks! It's bad enough we have to deal with Harper's leg."

"What was that?" Luke hobbles back in, hair looking a little less messy than it did before.

"Andy's not coming to band practice."

Harper groans. "Why?"

"He says he 'just can't deal with it today', the drama queen. What a wussy."

"Give him a break, Rye." I glare at him. Even when I'm mad at Andy, I always end up defending him. It just comes natural to the both of us.

"Whatever. Please fix whatever the hell you two have going on, because I'm not about to call in my grandpa to play bass for us at our gig."

----AN----
Thank you for waiting for song long for chapter 4 honestly I've been so long and I lost my passion so thank you for holding on while I wasn't about. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you in the next one ~ Ellie❤️