Falling
Chapter 44
Harry`s POV:
I had to decide. Whether I could ran after Clary and explain it to her or talk to Stella and try not to kill her. I could see after Clary in some minutes.
“What the hell do you think you are doing here?”, I yelled at her furious and picked up her shirt, which was laying on my floor. I threw it at her and glanced at her angry.
“Oh, c`mon Harry! Stop acting like an angel now. We both know we always have a good time together and you never pushed me from your bed`s edge”, she answered calm and got back in her shirt.
“The last time was over a year ago!”, I shouted at her. My evening should have been really good. I had bought a CD, I thought she would love and cooked Clarys` favourite food and was about to leave to surprise her at home.
I was humming a song, which reminded me of her as I got out of the shower and there she had been: Laying on my bed without a shirt, asking if I was ready to have some fun tonight.
“Jesus”, was all I could say before Clary suddenly rushed in here.
“12 months too long”, she said horny and came over to the spot where I was standing. She touched my abs and I pushed her away.
“That was nothing seriously! What really happened to make you act like a whore? Did Mark dumped you and had sex with other girls?”, I spatted at her. Her face told me I was right.
“You wanted me the night of your sisters wedding, don`t lie about that”, she defended herself.
“Please, I was trying to be nice! You`re my sisters friend and she wanted you to be around her that night and we`ve been close to each other earlier. Dancing with you was just a pleasantry”, I reproached her.
“What happened to the fun loving Harry Styles? Don`t pretend like you have fun fucking this blonde kid?”, she laughed and I got even more angry.
“This blonde kid is everything you`ll never be”, I told her and thought about all the reasons why I loved her, but I wanted to keep them to myself.
“She`s a nobody and not even pretty. Don`t you get bored with her?”, she still sounded confident. I growled angry.
“She`s not so boring that she needs to get sex with me with such a cheap try.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned to my door.
“Whatever you say, Harry. You can remember my offer, when you get bored of her and decide to fuck a real woman again”, she said and gave me a last cheeky look before she disappeared.
Whore.
(LATER)
Four days. Damned four days passed since I had seen Clary. I called her a thousand times just to hear the same voicemail every time:
Hey, it`s me. I`m clearly busy or I forgot to charge my phone again, sorry. Leave a message and I call back!
At least I heard her voice that way at all, even though she didn`t hold her promise to call me back. I sent her 50 text messages as well, but I always said the same as on the voicemails.
I apologized and explained the situation to her, but nothing. No reply and no reaction.
First day: I asked Taylor, if she heard anything from Clary and she refused, but I knew she was lying to me.
Second day: I confirmed Simon and he told me the same, but this time I was 100% sure, he was lying to me as well.
Third day: I drove to her house and brought coffee, but her Mum said she was really sick and kicked me out of the house again, still holding her coffee in my hands.
Fourth day: I got so much on Connors nerves that he threatened to punch me. Than I called the local hospital to check, if a Clary Meyer had been provided, but they denied it and at least I was rid of one worry. After that I skipped school and drove to her house again. Her sister opened and told me she was sleeping.
I was going crazy and I knew it, but I missed her like hell and I wanted to make things clear. She was wrong about me and I this knowledge drove me insane.
I wasn`t sure what I was about to do on the fifth day without her communicating to me. Probably I would give up a missing report at the policy station or break in her house.
Any ways I would make sure she talks to me again.
Clary`s POV:
I was sick. Not just lovesick, but really. I had a gastro-intestinal flu, which was no fun at all. My hurting heart was just the cherry on top of the mess, I called my life.
First day: I spend the whole night and day in front of my toilet bowl. I puked several times, even though nothing had been in my stomach at all. I had a high temperature and was passed out for most of the time. No thought about Harry at all, all I wanted was to survive the day. Mum called Taylor and told her I was dying on the floor.
Second day: I could move back to my bed. My new best friend was a bucket, which was standing next to my bed. Our relationship was way to close according to my personal taste. Simon called and I made some grunting noises. He didn`t mentioned Harrys` name, but I don`t care. I have my bucket.
Third day: The sick feeling disappeared, but I could feel my body being all exhausted and fucked up. Temperature were still up and I were stucked somewhere between shiver attacks and heat seizurres. The doorbell rang somewhere in the afternoon, but I couldn`t hear who it was. Harry, my inner voice started to whisper and I hated my voice for that. My body already hurts, stay away from my heart!, I yelled at her. She did.
Fourth day: I felt better. My stomach was okay with drinking some tea and eating some bits of toast. I could manage to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes. My phone went of battery two days ago and I plugged it again. Harry hurted me like hell. He was back in my head. Sigh. The screen lightened up and I made a surprised sound. I had 56 text messages and 63 missed calls.
“Jesus”, I mumbled with a sore throat. 3 messages were from Taylor and Connor, asking if I were alright. I remembered I wrote them under tears about my finding at Harrys´ house. They also tried to call five times, but the rest? Harry, Harry, Harry and again Harry.
“...Clary you have to believe me! I would never do anything to hurt you like that. I`m really worried right now, please just leave a life sign. You don`t even have to tell something about this whole mess, just tell me you`re okay. I miss you.”
"...I know you´re angry, but please call me."
"...Clary, I beg you would you please pick up and let me explain?"
I wasn`t sure, if I could believe him, but I was sure that I wanted to. I got up and laid back in bed. God, I was so tired. I decided to call Harry, but I fell asleep.
I had to decide. Whether I could ran after Clary and explain it to her or talk to Stella and try not to kill her. I could see after Clary in some minutes.
“What the hell do you think you are doing here?”, I yelled at her furious and picked up her shirt, which was laying on my floor. I threw it at her and glanced at her angry.
“Oh, c`mon Harry! Stop acting like an angel now. We both know we always have a good time together and you never pushed me from your bed`s edge”, she answered calm and got back in her shirt.
“The last time was over a year ago!”, I shouted at her. My evening should have been really good. I had bought a CD, I thought she would love and cooked Clarys` favourite food and was about to leave to surprise her at home.
I was humming a song, which reminded me of her as I got out of the shower and there she had been: Laying on my bed without a shirt, asking if I was ready to have some fun tonight.
“Jesus”, was all I could say before Clary suddenly rushed in here.
“12 months too long”, she said horny and came over to the spot where I was standing. She touched my abs and I pushed her away.
“That was nothing seriously! What really happened to make you act like a whore? Did Mark dumped you and had sex with other girls?”, I spatted at her. Her face told me I was right.
“You wanted me the night of your sisters wedding, don`t lie about that”, she defended herself.
“Please, I was trying to be nice! You`re my sisters friend and she wanted you to be around her that night and we`ve been close to each other earlier. Dancing with you was just a pleasantry”, I reproached her.
“What happened to the fun loving Harry Styles? Don`t pretend like you have fun fucking this blonde kid?”, she laughed and I got even more angry.
“This blonde kid is everything you`ll never be”, I told her and thought about all the reasons why I loved her, but I wanted to keep them to myself.
“She`s a nobody and not even pretty. Don`t you get bored with her?”, she still sounded confident. I growled angry.
“She`s not so boring that she needs to get sex with me with such a cheap try.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned to my door.
“Whatever you say, Harry. You can remember my offer, when you get bored of her and decide to fuck a real woman again”, she said and gave me a last cheeky look before she disappeared.
Whore.
(LATER)
Four days. Damned four days passed since I had seen Clary. I called her a thousand times just to hear the same voicemail every time:
Hey, it`s me. I`m clearly busy or I forgot to charge my phone again, sorry. Leave a message and I call back!
At least I heard her voice that way at all, even though she didn`t hold her promise to call me back. I sent her 50 text messages as well, but I always said the same as on the voicemails.
I apologized and explained the situation to her, but nothing. No reply and no reaction.
First day: I asked Taylor, if she heard anything from Clary and she refused, but I knew she was lying to me.
Second day: I confirmed Simon and he told me the same, but this time I was 100% sure, he was lying to me as well.
Third day: I drove to her house and brought coffee, but her Mum said she was really sick and kicked me out of the house again, still holding her coffee in my hands.
Fourth day: I got so much on Connors nerves that he threatened to punch me. Than I called the local hospital to check, if a Clary Meyer had been provided, but they denied it and at least I was rid of one worry. After that I skipped school and drove to her house again. Her sister opened and told me she was sleeping.
I was going crazy and I knew it, but I missed her like hell and I wanted to make things clear. She was wrong about me and I this knowledge drove me insane.
I wasn`t sure what I was about to do on the fifth day without her communicating to me. Probably I would give up a missing report at the policy station or break in her house.
Any ways I would make sure she talks to me again.
Clary`s POV:
I was sick. Not just lovesick, but really. I had a gastro-intestinal flu, which was no fun at all. My hurting heart was just the cherry on top of the mess, I called my life.
First day: I spend the whole night and day in front of my toilet bowl. I puked several times, even though nothing had been in my stomach at all. I had a high temperature and was passed out for most of the time. No thought about Harry at all, all I wanted was to survive the day. Mum called Taylor and told her I was dying on the floor.
Second day: I could move back to my bed. My new best friend was a bucket, which was standing next to my bed. Our relationship was way to close according to my personal taste. Simon called and I made some grunting noises. He didn`t mentioned Harrys` name, but I don`t care. I have my bucket.
Third day: The sick feeling disappeared, but I could feel my body being all exhausted and fucked up. Temperature were still up and I were stucked somewhere between shiver attacks and heat seizurres. The doorbell rang somewhere in the afternoon, but I couldn`t hear who it was. Harry, my inner voice started to whisper and I hated my voice for that. My body already hurts, stay away from my heart!, I yelled at her. She did.
Fourth day: I felt better. My stomach was okay with drinking some tea and eating some bits of toast. I could manage to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes. My phone went of battery two days ago and I plugged it again. Harry hurted me like hell. He was back in my head. Sigh. The screen lightened up and I made a surprised sound. I had 56 text messages and 63 missed calls.
“Jesus”, I mumbled with a sore throat. 3 messages were from Taylor and Connor, asking if I were alright. I remembered I wrote them under tears about my finding at Harrys´ house. They also tried to call five times, but the rest? Harry, Harry, Harry and again Harry.
“...Clary you have to believe me! I would never do anything to hurt you like that. I`m really worried right now, please just leave a life sign. You don`t even have to tell something about this whole mess, just tell me you`re okay. I miss you.”
"...I know you´re angry, but please call me."
"...Clary, I beg you would you please pick up and let me explain?"
I wasn`t sure, if I could believe him, but I was sure that I wanted to. I got up and laid back in bed. God, I was so tired. I decided to call Harry, but I fell asleep.
Notes
Hey. Preordered MIDNIGHT MEMORIES today! Have you heard the 16 seconds preview of Story of my life? Already had a stuck in my head from freaking 16 seconds! Ahhhh!Do you want them to have a talk?
What should happen next?
And can you help me out and tell me how many views you can see?
Mine is stuck on 127 since forever, thank you. :)
Love and all that stuff. xx
@Aylin.
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12/18/13