Love me please? // H.S

Chapter 12

Neves POV

It's been a few hours since my call with Harry. In that Time I finished with my college work for the holidays, while watching my favourite love story on Netflix.

The Notebook. I love that story, but I still cry at the end.

I'm sat on my bed with paper work all around me. I'm so glad I've finished so I don't have to worry about doing any work at Christmas.

But I'm always glad that i have something to do so I'm not stuck in a room with my dad.

There's a knock at the door.

"Hello?" I say to door that's in front of me.

The door opens and it's Danny.

"I've ordered the pizza, I've got you your usual" she's says smiling.

Some times Danny can be all right. She can be really nice to talk to, but she can be very harsh.

"Thank you, I'll come down now" I say smiling.

"Ok" she leaves without saying another word.

I pack my things away and turn off the tv.
I really don't want to go down stairs, but I will because if something is said I will speak up.

I open the door to see the two long corridors that head to bedrooms that no one sleeps in.

I go down stairs just wearing joggers and that sweatshirt from this morning.

I head into the warm living room with over the top Christmas decorations.

I see Danny and my dad sat on the sofa all cuddled up. I quickly walk out not wanting to face my dad.

I go into the playroom that has Bonnie playing a video game on the massive L shaped sofa. Wearing the joggers and a crop top.

"Hey" she says lifting her head up quickly.

"Hey" I sit down next to her watching her kill zombies.

I feel so on edge. It's like something going to jump scare me.

"Are you happy?" I ask her.

"That's a depressing question" she laughs but not taking her eyes of the tv. "But yeah"

"I mean are you happy here?" I start playing with my fingers, nervous for her answer.

"Neve i know this is about dad"

I see that she's paused the game and is looking straight at me.

"He loves you ok?" She places her hand on my thigh for comfort.

If only she knew what I am feeling. I wish I can describe it, but I can't.

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself.

"Does he? because every time I look him he looks at me like I'm a monster, like I'm not even his daughter anymore and what really hurts is that I don't know why" I look up to her tears begin to come.