Everything Unreasonable (Complete)

Chapter 8

My alarm went off, seeming louder then it actually was as it ripped through my sleepless slumber. I groaned loudly and turned over, staring daggers and the digital clock on my night table. The time read 7:00 as I turned the noise off. I lied in bed for a minute more, wishing I didn’t have to get up. All night had been filled with tossing and turning, falling asleep just to wake up a few minutes later, and hearing Harry’s gravelly voice running through my head. I continued wishing that school was suddenly an illusion and meant nothing. My heavy shoulders screamed in protest as I pulled myself into a sitting position. “Fuck.” I mumbled, upset that I had to leave this room for the next five hours. My entire body worked against me as I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. My hair was in a mess all over my head and my eyes were crusty from dried tears. Make-up smudged my cheeks.

            I ripped a brush through my hair, not giving a single fuck about damaging it, and pulled it back into a messy ponytail. I washed my face and took the smudged make-up off. Contrary to what I looked like, I was feeling much more like I had looked before. I walked back into my room and threw on a pair of jeans, leaving the shirt that I had put on the night before. Just in time, my mom called me from downstairs saying it was time to go.

            I wasn’t left alone with my thoughts for a single second of the first two hours of school, which is better then being left alone with them. That didn’t stop me from hearing his voice and seeing him out of the corner of my eye everywhere I went in the school. Harry was haunting me and I couldn’t seem to get away from it. I stared over the text he had sent me last night, trying to hold myself together, unsure of why I was putting myself through such torcher. 

            Victoria didn’t mention Harry, or even Niall. She just distracted me every time she thought my thoughts were drifting away with random things about her cat and her family. For those first couple of hours in school I was better than I was alone, until I had two free periods in a row. Quickly realizing how fucked I would be, I decided that I needed to tough it out, if I was going to be this bad all the time then it was pathetic and I should just crawl back to Harry now. So for the two hours I distracted myself with Google and searching random things that had nothing to do with my problem, causing the two free classes to fly by in a blur.

            The rest of the day I spent spacing out, hardly listening to Victoria or anyone else that spoke to me. No teachers bothered me and the girl that usually talks with us about One Direction wasn’t in that day, lucky for me, so I mostly spaced out and refused to let any thoughts in. The heaviness was temporarily lightened, only slightly, by my ignoring and refusing to think, but as much as I tried he still tugged at the back of my mind, little things slipping through the cracks making me feel heavy again. It wasn’t until I was let out of school that he had sent me the first text of the day.

Good afternoon lovely.

            I smiled brightly at the text, but sadly. Harry had managed to brighten my life with those three simple words and simultaneously as sad as I have ever been. Then I began hating myself for letting him have so much control over my emotions. I swore that I was going to kill this guy. He was purposely trying to break me, but it wasn’t going to work. I erased last night’s texts and the one he had just sent, then slide the phone back into my pocket. Silence followed me again for the next twenty minutes until I reached the main road that led to me house and my phone vibrated again.

Please answer me, I meant what I said, and I’m sorry.

            I erased the message again, refusing to let the weight of him take my phone over too. I wasn’t going to answer and I wasn’t going to keep them there as a taunting reminder of his constant lies. He may be sorry but he didn’t mean what he said about their never being anyone else. We were teenagers and the reminder that he even said that shows how ignorant he is. I wouldn’t doubt that he had used the same line over and over to many different girls. I took out my phone and called Liebe.