Nearly one? Oh my God. I'm supposed to pick up Sky at one-thirty, and no one knows that I left last night. I probably have five thousand messages on my phone from my mother and another million screaming voice mails from Samuel.
I shove myself up, off the bed, and start heading for the door before a hand closes around my wrist and yanks me back.
"What the he-" My startled exclamation is silenced by a hand slapping over my mouth. I stare at Harrison with wide eyes as he looks back at me, completely oblivious of the memories he's unconsciously dug up.
I push him away, moving out of his grasp and sitting on the other side of the bed. He gives me a confused look, as Ginger's insistent pounding abruptly stops and I can hear hear stalking away, muttering something about always having to do everything. Harrison lets out a sigh and lays back against his pillow, looking up at my now standing form.
"I'm leaving now." I inform him, a neutral tone to my voice.
"Why?" He asks quietly, as if Ginger's still outside the door.
I shrug, nonchalantly, forcing my mind away from the darkness that's trying its hardest to encompass me. "Brother, family, the usual."
"You can't stay for..breakfast, er, lunch?" The hopeful sound of his voice almost has me giving in, but I know if I do, that'll mean more to fight about when I get home.
"Nope. Sorry." All the personal things I shared with him the night before, the warmth of his voice when he told me everything would be okay; the care he'd shown won't mean a thing when I get home. It'll still be hell, and I'll still be living there.
Just as I turn to leave, the door bursts open and in walks a very irritated little sister.
"Harrison James Davis! You're such a big jer-" As she takes in the sight of me standing not a foot from Harrison's bed, frozen in action and caught red handed, her mouth forms a perfect "O" before a huge grin replaces it.
"Oh my God!" She squeals, "I knew it! I knew River was in here, but mom wouldn't believe me. Oh, this is so great. Harry, do you know how much trouble you're going to be in when she finds out about this?" A sly smirk flickers across her lips and an evil glint shines in those bright green eyes.
I can't help but show my surprise at her devious tone. Does she really have it in for her brother? Or is she just being a bratty fifteen year old? And here I was thinking she was such a sweetie...
Harrison sits up, immediately, a pink flush covering his chee
I shove myself up, off the bed, and start heading for the door before a hand closes around my wrist and yanks me back.
"What the he-" My startled exclamation is silenced by a hand slapping over my mouth. I stare at Harrison with wide eyes as he looks back at me, completely oblivious of the memories he's unconsciously dug up.
I push him away, moving out of his grasp and sitting on the other side of the bed. He gives me a confused look, as Ginger's insistent pounding abruptly stops and I can hear hear stalking away, muttering something about always having to do everything. Harrison lets out a sigh and lays back against his pillow, looking up at my now standing form.
"I'm leaving now." I inform him, a neutral tone to my voice.
"Why?" He asks quietly, as if Ginger's still outside the door.
I shrug, nonchalantly, forcing my mind away from the darkness that's trying its hardest to encompass me. "Brother, family, the usual."
"You can't stay for..breakfast, er, lunch?" The hopeful sound of his voice almost has me giving in, but I know if I do, that'll mean more to fight about when I get home.
"Nope. Sorry." All the personal things I shared with him the night before, the warmth of his voice when he told me everything would be okay; the care he'd shown won't mean a thing when I get home. It'll still be hell, and I'll still be living there.
Just as I turn to leave, the door bursts open and in walks a very irritated little sister.
"Harrison James Davis! You're such a big jer-" As she takes in the sight of me standing not a foot from Harrison's bed, frozen in action and caught red handed, her mouth forms a perfect "O" before a huge grin replaces it.
"Oh my God!" She squeals, "I knew it! I knew River was in here, but mom wouldn't believe me. Oh, this is so great. Harry, do you know how much trouble you're going to be in when she finds out about this?" A sly smirk flickers across her lips and an evil glint shines in those bright green eyes.
I can't help but show my surprise at her devious tone. Does she really have it in for her brother? Or is she just being a bratty fifteen year old? And here I was thinking she was such a sweetie...
Harrison sits up, immediately, a pink flush covering his chee
