Chapter 12
Louise’s P.O.V
When I finally wake up again, I turn on my side and look at my clock on my nightstand. 5:16pm, it reads, the bright numbers burning my eyes. Turning back over on my back, I sigh. What am I supposed to do for the rest of the day? I woke up this morning at eight before going back to sleep, and now that I’ve slept almost all day, I’ve got energy to waste. Sitting up, I look across the room to the wall next to my door. I take note of the vacant space on my skateboard deck, but I dismiss it. I get up, and cross the room, selecting a new skateboard from my wall to use. Setting it against the wall, I slip on my vans, my “basement” hoodie, and my hat, and head out. Lying in bed all day isn’t going to do me any good, I say to myself. Even if i do look horrible, skateboarding has always made me feel better. Walking towards the front door, I grab my headphones out of my key tray. I begin to pat my jean and jacket pockets, realizing I don’t have my phone. I must have left it charging in my room while I was asleep, I say to myself, making my way back down the hallway to my bedroom. Yanking the charging cord from the bottom of my phone, I shove my phone into my pocket before taking a look at it, and head to the skatepark.
Harry’s P.O.V
For the rest of the day that day, I thought of her. No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t stop running around in my head. No matter how loud my music was, no matter how otherwise occupied I was, she was always there. After finally giving in to my thoughts that day, I went home, and wasted the remainder of my day lying in bed, attempting to sleep. If she wasn’t constantly nagging in my head, I would have gotten plenty of sleep that night, but thanks to her I didn’t sleep a wink. When morning came, she was still there. The scent of her hair still on my t-shirt and the image of her glowing face still plastered in my mind. I’ve gotta shake this. I think to myself. She left, and if she doesn’t like me, I can’t just let her continue to destroy me like this. Reminiscing one final time on our memories from the hospital, I grab my car keys, and head out to the door. I may not be able to get my mind off of her, but if I can manage to make the image in my head start to fade, maybe I’ll be okay for a little bit. I’ve lived in New York my entire life, and the daily underground parties underneath where the skatepark is located, are just the place to go for things like this. Without thinking, I start my truck, and head out, in hopes the party will fade her from my thoughts.
