It Takes Patience
Chapter 28: The Hours After
*Reagan’s POV*
The sun is bright, way too bright this morning. I tried to squeeze my eyes tighter while at the same time cursing myself for not shutting the blinds all the way when I got in the house earlier. Since Channel was in my bed, I opted to sleep on the couch so that I didn’t wake her and have her ask me why I was still up and dressed. I tried to go back to the dream I was having that replayed everything that Harry and I did only a few hours earlier until the couch moved.
“Wake up sleeping beauty! Morning is here, the birdies are chirping and the sky is clear!” I tried to make myself frown, but when Channel quoted what our moms said to us when they woke us up as kids, a huge grin covered my face.
“Okay, okay, I’m up just stop jumping on me.” I laughed and opened my eyes. Channel picked up my legs, sat down and then put them on her lap before giving me a beautiful toothy smile. She then snatched my blanket off of me to put it around her revealing my skin to the coolness of the room.
“Why are you still dressed in yesterday’s clothes Rea?”
“I got really tired and fell asleep on the couch last night.” I said sleepily and felt guilty about lying to my best friend. Everything in me wanted to tell her about my first time the way she told me about hers, but I can’t. There is way too much on the line for me right now. Maybe I will after my internship is up. I just hope she won’t be too mad at me.
“I’m surprised I could sleep at all. You snore so loud Nel.” Channel threw the blanket back at me doing the best appalled look that she could muster before laughing. When I sat up, I winced at the sore feeling between my legs as I sat Indian style on the couch.
“What’s wrong babe? You good?” Channel looked at me concerned and I quickly straightened my facial expression turning it into a smile.
“I think I must have slept wrong, I’m just kind of sore. What do you want to do today? I feel so bad that I have to leave you here at 5. I forgot all about the session that got rescheduled to today.” I changed the subject. Even though I was pretty sure that Channel believes that I was on the couch all night, the fact that I’m lying to her makes me uneasy.
“All I know right now is that I’m hungry. Breakfast is a must, then where ever the day decides to take us before 5 is fine with me.” I agreed with Channel and stood from the couch. When I started walking towards my room I winced again in hopes that she didn’t see me.
“Yeah Rea you must have messed up your back sleeping on this couch. You’re walking all types of funny.” I was thankful that my back was turned because I know my face was red.
Channel and I went to go eat breakfast at a tiny restaurant around the corner when my phone vibrated. I had hoped that it would be Harry for some strange reason, but I wasn’t completely disappointed when I saw Peyton’s name on my screen.
From: Peyton x♥x
Hey there gorgeous, how are you? Is your friend in yet?
A small smile reaches my face when I read the message. Peyton is so....sweet
To: Peyton x♥x
Hello handsome :) Yes she is here she landed yesterday. I would love for you to meet her!
From: Peyton x♥x
I’m sure that if she is anything like you the pleasure would be all mine.
To: Peyton x♥x
Peyton, you’re making me blush! Maybe you could meet her tomorrow? I know you and me both are super busy today.
From: Peyton x♥x
Tomorrow’s perfect. See you then beautiful.
“Who are you texting? I see you over there grinning to yourself.” I smiled at Channel and told her all about Peyton and how much of a good guy and sweet he is. As I’m talking to her, I notice that nothing flutters or tightens in my stomach and that though I have a crush on Peyton, it’s definitely different to the crush I have on Harry. I put the thought in the back of my mind when my focused side tells me that I only like Harry more now because I had sex with him. This very well could be true.
“Well he sounds unreal. I want to go on a date to an amusement park! If you get a British boyfriend with a sexy accent I will be so jealous!” Channel brings me out of my own head and I am thankful. I know that I have weaved a confusing web for myself, but it gets worse if I think about it too long.
Channel and I hit up a mall and a few cool shops before we get back to my place around 4. Laurie was off and I texted her to come up to my flat so that I didn’t feel as guilty for having to go to the hospital. I was so happy that Channel and Laurie had kind of hit it off with in a small amount of time. I knew that if Channel got good vibes from her, that she really could be a friend that I could have for the long run. I took a quick shower, curled my hair so that it would fall in waves to the middle of my back and opted to wear my glasses today to rest my eyes from the contacts. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue-jean vest and took one final look in the mirror before I left. I waved bye to Channel and Laurie before I made my way downstairs to get to the hospital.
When I arrived, I went into Dr. Baker’s office and set down my tape recorder and my note pad on the desk while speaking to her. Harry was running late so Dr. Baker used the time to ask me about my findings so far.
“How is everything going with the assignment Reagan? Since Harry isn’t here you can talk a bit more freely.”
“Everything is good I have some good notes and recordings of not only the sessions to listen to, but also of myself asking Harry questions so that I can analyze more in preparation for the paper.” Dr. Baker looked pleased and I was surely pleased with myself. Throughout everything I have done with Harry, I have not forgotten my purpose for being here.
“Has he given you solid answers to questions you have? Harry can become quite difficult when you bring up certain subjects.”
“He has, for the most part that is...” I trailed off knowing what she meant. Harry still refuses to tell me why he is a patient at Maudsley when I ask him. I wonder if that is the certain subject that shuts him down.
When Harry got to the office it was 5:15. He knocked on the door and Dr. B instructed me to answer it. When I did I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks turn red as I remembered earlier this morning. I opened the door and smiled at Harry and he barely looked at me. When he took his seat on the couch, he laid back much like he did during the first time I sat in on a session with him, and turned all of his attention to Dr. Baker. Why is he completely ignoring me?
“Why are you late Harold? Is everything okay?” Dr. B asked to start the session off.
“I’m fine. I had some car trouble and I had to get a ride here. Sorry.”
“Car trouble? So your mum has given you back your keys? That’s good Harry. You must be progressing well.” Harry gave a small smile while nodding and picking at his fingernails. When he caught me looking at him (why does he always catch me?) he furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to Dr. Baker.
“How is your time with Reagan? You aren’t giving her a hard time are you? She is still my intern you know.” Harry smirked then looked back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s okay, I guess. It’s awkward having someone follow you around all the time and be so nosy, but sometimes I barely notice that she’s there.” Ouch. My stomach twisted when he spoke and I pretended to write more notes so that neither of them could see the hurt that was clearly in my eyes. There was a knock on Dr. Baker’s door and before she continued with Harry, she got up to answer the interruption. Harry took out his phone before Dr. B. came back to talk to him some more, but he still wouldn’t acknowledge me. At the end of the session, Harry got up to leave so quickly that I couldn’t even confront him outside because he was already gone. I decided to text him and give him a piece of my mind, when I saw a text from him in my phone.
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
What are you doing to me?
The text confused me and the anger and hurt that I felt were put at bay for the moment.
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
What are you talking about Harold?
I was short with him because I was still mad.
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
You’re so fit. You looked like a sexy skater nerd in there. Those glasses added to the sexy instead of taking away...well today anyway.
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Well you surely fooled me. How would you know what I was wearing? You didn’t even so much as look at me when you were there. Plus you said you didn’t notice me either. Oh and not to mention how nosy and annoying I am. Anything else you want to tell me? You are so unbelievably fucking rude Harold!
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Are you seriously upset right now? We both know that no one can know what we’re doing, did, whatever this is and you’re mad?
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
You’re the one that said don’t tell anyone and if I came in there staring at you and smiling like an idiot it would have looked off.
He was right. It would have looked weird if we were both looking at each other throughout the session, but he didn’t have to be rude.
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
That doesn’t take away the fact that you still said some shit that was really uncalled for Harold!
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I don’t have time for this Reagan. You’re acting like a child. Grow the fuck up! Everything I said in there I’ve told you before to your face. The other shit was just for show. If I had known you would be so overly sensitive about little shit like me looking at you, I wouldn’t have fucked you last night! Feel free to text me again when the Reagan from a few days ago is back and emotional bitch Reagan is gone. Are you sure you’re not bipolar?
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. At this point I was in the cab and could feel tears prick at the back of my eyes, but I held them back until I got out of the van. When I reached my apartment as soon as I got out the car tears started to fall. I opened the door to my flat thankful that it was empty and ran to my bed, crying until I fell asleep.
The sun is bright, way too bright this morning. I tried to squeeze my eyes tighter while at the same time cursing myself for not shutting the blinds all the way when I got in the house earlier. Since Channel was in my bed, I opted to sleep on the couch so that I didn’t wake her and have her ask me why I was still up and dressed. I tried to go back to the dream I was having that replayed everything that Harry and I did only a few hours earlier until the couch moved.
“Wake up sleeping beauty! Morning is here, the birdies are chirping and the sky is clear!” I tried to make myself frown, but when Channel quoted what our moms said to us when they woke us up as kids, a huge grin covered my face.
“Okay, okay, I’m up just stop jumping on me.” I laughed and opened my eyes. Channel picked up my legs, sat down and then put them on her lap before giving me a beautiful toothy smile. She then snatched my blanket off of me to put it around her revealing my skin to the coolness of the room.
“Why are you still dressed in yesterday’s clothes Rea?”
“I got really tired and fell asleep on the couch last night.” I said sleepily and felt guilty about lying to my best friend. Everything in me wanted to tell her about my first time the way she told me about hers, but I can’t. There is way too much on the line for me right now. Maybe I will after my internship is up. I just hope she won’t be too mad at me.
“I’m surprised I could sleep at all. You snore so loud Nel.” Channel threw the blanket back at me doing the best appalled look that she could muster before laughing. When I sat up, I winced at the sore feeling between my legs as I sat Indian style on the couch.
“What’s wrong babe? You good?” Channel looked at me concerned and I quickly straightened my facial expression turning it into a smile.
“I think I must have slept wrong, I’m just kind of sore. What do you want to do today? I feel so bad that I have to leave you here at 5. I forgot all about the session that got rescheduled to today.” I changed the subject. Even though I was pretty sure that Channel believes that I was on the couch all night, the fact that I’m lying to her makes me uneasy.
“All I know right now is that I’m hungry. Breakfast is a must, then where ever the day decides to take us before 5 is fine with me.” I agreed with Channel and stood from the couch. When I started walking towards my room I winced again in hopes that she didn’t see me.
“Yeah Rea you must have messed up your back sleeping on this couch. You’re walking all types of funny.” I was thankful that my back was turned because I know my face was red.
Channel and I went to go eat breakfast at a tiny restaurant around the corner when my phone vibrated. I had hoped that it would be Harry for some strange reason, but I wasn’t completely disappointed when I saw Peyton’s name on my screen.
From: Peyton x♥x
Hey there gorgeous, how are you? Is your friend in yet?
A small smile reaches my face when I read the message. Peyton is so....sweet
To: Peyton x♥x
Hello handsome :) Yes she is here she landed yesterday. I would love for you to meet her!
From: Peyton x♥x
I’m sure that if she is anything like you the pleasure would be all mine.
To: Peyton x♥x
Peyton, you’re making me blush! Maybe you could meet her tomorrow? I know you and me both are super busy today.
From: Peyton x♥x
Tomorrow’s perfect. See you then beautiful.
“Who are you texting? I see you over there grinning to yourself.” I smiled at Channel and told her all about Peyton and how much of a good guy and sweet he is. As I’m talking to her, I notice that nothing flutters or tightens in my stomach and that though I have a crush on Peyton, it’s definitely different to the crush I have on Harry. I put the thought in the back of my mind when my focused side tells me that I only like Harry more now because I had sex with him. This very well could be true.
“Well he sounds unreal. I want to go on a date to an amusement park! If you get a British boyfriend with a sexy accent I will be so jealous!” Channel brings me out of my own head and I am thankful. I know that I have weaved a confusing web for myself, but it gets worse if I think about it too long.
Channel and I hit up a mall and a few cool shops before we get back to my place around 4. Laurie was off and I texted her to come up to my flat so that I didn’t feel as guilty for having to go to the hospital. I was so happy that Channel and Laurie had kind of hit it off with in a small amount of time. I knew that if Channel got good vibes from her, that she really could be a friend that I could have for the long run. I took a quick shower, curled my hair so that it would fall in waves to the middle of my back and opted to wear my glasses today to rest my eyes from the contacts. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue-jean vest and took one final look in the mirror before I left. I waved bye to Channel and Laurie before I made my way downstairs to get to the hospital.
When I arrived, I went into Dr. Baker’s office and set down my tape recorder and my note pad on the desk while speaking to her. Harry was running late so Dr. Baker used the time to ask me about my findings so far.
“How is everything going with the assignment Reagan? Since Harry isn’t here you can talk a bit more freely.”
“Everything is good I have some good notes and recordings of not only the sessions to listen to, but also of myself asking Harry questions so that I can analyze more in preparation for the paper.” Dr. Baker looked pleased and I was surely pleased with myself. Throughout everything I have done with Harry, I have not forgotten my purpose for being here.
“Has he given you solid answers to questions you have? Harry can become quite difficult when you bring up certain subjects.”
“He has, for the most part that is...” I trailed off knowing what she meant. Harry still refuses to tell me why he is a patient at Maudsley when I ask him. I wonder if that is the certain subject that shuts him down.
When Harry got to the office it was 5:15. He knocked on the door and Dr. B instructed me to answer it. When I did I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks turn red as I remembered earlier this morning. I opened the door and smiled at Harry and he barely looked at me. When he took his seat on the couch, he laid back much like he did during the first time I sat in on a session with him, and turned all of his attention to Dr. Baker. Why is he completely ignoring me?
“Why are you late Harold? Is everything okay?” Dr. B asked to start the session off.
“I’m fine. I had some car trouble and I had to get a ride here. Sorry.”
“Car trouble? So your mum has given you back your keys? That’s good Harry. You must be progressing well.” Harry gave a small smile while nodding and picking at his fingernails. When he caught me looking at him (why does he always catch me?) he furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to Dr. Baker.
“How is your time with Reagan? You aren’t giving her a hard time are you? She is still my intern you know.” Harry smirked then looked back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s okay, I guess. It’s awkward having someone follow you around all the time and be so nosy, but sometimes I barely notice that she’s there.” Ouch. My stomach twisted when he spoke and I pretended to write more notes so that neither of them could see the hurt that was clearly in my eyes. There was a knock on Dr. Baker’s door and before she continued with Harry, she got up to answer the interruption. Harry took out his phone before Dr. B. came back to talk to him some more, but he still wouldn’t acknowledge me. At the end of the session, Harry got up to leave so quickly that I couldn’t even confront him outside because he was already gone. I decided to text him and give him a piece of my mind, when I saw a text from him in my phone.
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
What are you doing to me?
The text confused me and the anger and hurt that I felt were put at bay for the moment.
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
What are you talking about Harold?
I was short with him because I was still mad.
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
You’re so fit. You looked like a sexy skater nerd in there. Those glasses added to the sexy instead of taking away...well today anyway.
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Well you surely fooled me. How would you know what I was wearing? You didn’t even so much as look at me when you were there. Plus you said you didn’t notice me either. Oh and not to mention how nosy and annoying I am. Anything else you want to tell me? You are so unbelievably fucking rude Harold!
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Are you seriously upset right now? We both know that no one can know what we’re doing, did, whatever this is and you’re mad?
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
You’re the one that said don’t tell anyone and if I came in there staring at you and smiling like an idiot it would have looked off.
He was right. It would have looked weird if we were both looking at each other throughout the session, but he didn’t have to be rude.
To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
That doesn’t take away the fact that you still said some shit that was really uncalled for Harold!
From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I don’t have time for this Reagan. You’re acting like a child. Grow the fuck up! Everything I said in there I’ve told you before to your face. The other shit was just for show. If I had known you would be so overly sensitive about little shit like me looking at you, I wouldn’t have fucked you last night! Feel free to text me again when the Reagan from a few days ago is back and emotional bitch Reagan is gone. Are you sure you’re not bipolar?
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. At this point I was in the cab and could feel tears prick at the back of my eyes, but I held them back until I got out of the van. When I reached my apartment as soon as I got out the car tears started to fall. I opened the door to my flat thankful that it was empty and ran to my bed, crying until I fell asleep.
I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good
8/18/18