Stuck In A Room With Harry
Chapter 17
Claudia’s POV.
In all honesty I was excited but nervous at the same time. I was on my way to the cabin to hangout out with the boys and girls this week. This is my first time being here, at the cabin. I wasn’t ready to come back here yet. Not to see everything that would remind me of Hunters mom.
Hunter’s mom. She was the best woman in the world. She was basically my mom since mine left me with her and never came back. Apparently my mom wasn’t ready for a child and Hunter’s mom was the only one willing to take me in and treat me like her own. Of course she got weird looks and stares from people because I wasn’t white, I was mix. But I didn’t care because to me this was my family.
She was the sweetest person and the funniest lady. She never failed to make me laugh, whether I was mad, sad, or just bored. She helped me with everything I needed help with and I still can’t seem to get over the fact that she’s gone. The only thing that didn’t make us related was by blood but in my heart, she was and will forever be my mom no matter what.
I pulled up to the large cabin, still amazed at how it never changed. Still the same.
I parked the car and turned it off. I sighed and brushed my hair back. I don’t want to be here. I could just turn back around and make up an excuse as to why I couldn’t come like I did every year but I pretty sure they aren’t buying into those anymore.
“Claudia!” My head shot up to see a little blonde jumping up and down at the front door. Welp, can’t turn back now. I opened my door and hopped out. I still don’t understand why I got a big car, knowing that im pretty short.
I forced a smile on my face as she ran over to me. “Crimso!” I wrapped my arms around her as she did the same to me. “I didn’t think you were gonna come! So glad you did though.” I nodded and smiled. “Everyone’s inside so I’ll see you in there. Their gonna be so pumped to see you!” She ran off, leaving me to get my own bags which only caused me to laugh.
I went to the back and opened the trunk. As I was setting everything up and putting things away, I heard footsteps come towards me. “Well look who we have here.” I can recognize that voice anywhere. It was Louis. This is the other reason why I didn’t want to come here. It’s not that I hate him, because I don’t, it’s because I have a VERY strong liking to this boy and I can’t really control it. It makes the situation even worse that he may feel the same way, according to people.
“Yep, I’m here.” I could feel his eyes glued to my back, and every other part back there. This is bad. This is really bad. I felt a little uncomfortable in his presence while wearing what I was wearing so I spoke up.
“Can you help me with these bags?” I heard stifle groan maybe? I don’t know what it was but it didn’t go unnoticed. He came beside me and I could feel the tension between us. Not hateful tension, not like Hunter and Harry, but buried sexual tension, and it was making me uncomfortable. His shoulder vaguely brushed against mine. Causing a shiver to pulsate through my body. I shook the feeling away and picked up the rest of the bags. Once everything was out, I closed the trunk and we headed up the cabin.
“So what made you come?” Oh I don’t know. You. Is what I wanted to say but I couldn’t even get the courage to. “Just felt like it was time to come visit the house I once called home.” I could see out the corner of my eye he was looking at me with some look as if he felt bad or something. I didn’t let it bother me though because I didn’t feel like talking about it, not right now. He doesn’t know ALL about me, just that I grew up with Hunter.
We made it to the door and for some reason we stopped, staring at the entrance. I didn’t know what to do. Should I go in? Should I say something? I really was confused right now. I felt like I had to say something so I faced him but he beat me to it. “Well, I’m, glad you’re here.” The smile he gave me was sincere and sweet.
It made me smile. I mean a real smile. And I haven’t had one of those in a long time. I smiled back, for real this time. “Yeah, me too.”
Hunters POV.
I needed to get away from everyone for right now.
I needed privacy. Some time to think.
No one knew about this room but me. It was my sacred haven. The only place where I felt the closest to my mom for once.
Currently I was in the attic by myself. My favorite place in the whole house. It held all my secrets and life long memories of my life. The attic was shaped like a cone, 1 square window on each side of the wall and triangle windows on the ceiling area. The only light being the one coming from outside.
It was quiet. No noise but the sounds of your own breath. No one has been up here but me and my mom. It’s where we went to have our private time with each other. When people would come to the cabin and stay over, I would come up here and somehow she would know I would be up here and we would sleep up here. All night. Just the 2 of us. Like it used to be before she died.
Death. A sickening thing yet apart of the human life. Unable to escape it no matter how hard you try. I walked over to the little bamboo container in the far left corner and opened it. Memories. That’s all that was in here.
The photobook of us. The first thing on top. I picked it up and slowly sat down on the floor bed that was still neatly kept up here. I brushed my hand softly over the book and sighed. Opening it, I read the first page. A big photo of me and my mom. Smiling. Looking happy. Not a sad face in this picture.
She was holding me in her arms on the sofa, both wearing big smiles. I smiled to myself, remembering that moment. I flipped through every page and memorized the once so fresh memories embroidered in my mind. The start of me when I was baby, slowly growing up with her.
Not a single photo of me, mom, and dad. Not a single one. I looked through the whole book, laughing and staring at the photos, until I realized I was at the last page. My smile slowly faded as I read what I wrote that day. The day she died.
“I just realized that we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how, and we don’t know where. We could die at any moment. Yet we live our lives as if none of that is true.”
It was true. All of it was true. I never thought anyone could die until she did. It made me realized that no one can live forever. Never in a million years can anyone live forever. It would be cool to but, that’s never happening anytime soon.
I heard faint yells of my name coming from down the hall. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt a tear slide down my face. I wiped it away, quick to make sure I didn’t have any smudged makeup or tears remnants on my face. I closed the book and put it back in the basket, closing it softly.
I got up and walked over to the door. I looked back and looked all over the room once before turning and silently opening the door, not to be heard. I look all down both ways of the hallway, making sure no one was here yet. Once it was clear, I stepped out and closed the door quietly.
All of the pressure of being back here, to many memories, and some weird ass feelings for Harry was storming my head and I needed to clear it, soon. I decided that we should have fun tonight, since it’s our first night here.
Why not have a little crazy fun tonight? Can’t hurt right?
I sure hope not.
In all honesty I was excited but nervous at the same time. I was on my way to the cabin to hangout out with the boys and girls this week. This is my first time being here, at the cabin. I wasn’t ready to come back here yet. Not to see everything that would remind me of Hunters mom.
Hunter’s mom. She was the best woman in the world. She was basically my mom since mine left me with her and never came back. Apparently my mom wasn’t ready for a child and Hunter’s mom was the only one willing to take me in and treat me like her own. Of course she got weird looks and stares from people because I wasn’t white, I was mix. But I didn’t care because to me this was my family.
She was the sweetest person and the funniest lady. She never failed to make me laugh, whether I was mad, sad, or just bored. She helped me with everything I needed help with and I still can’t seem to get over the fact that she’s gone. The only thing that didn’t make us related was by blood but in my heart, she was and will forever be my mom no matter what.
I pulled up to the large cabin, still amazed at how it never changed. Still the same.
I parked the car and turned it off. I sighed and brushed my hair back. I don’t want to be here. I could just turn back around and make up an excuse as to why I couldn’t come like I did every year but I pretty sure they aren’t buying into those anymore.
“Claudia!” My head shot up to see a little blonde jumping up and down at the front door. Welp, can’t turn back now. I opened my door and hopped out. I still don’t understand why I got a big car, knowing that im pretty short.
I forced a smile on my face as she ran over to me. “Crimso!” I wrapped my arms around her as she did the same to me. “I didn’t think you were gonna come! So glad you did though.” I nodded and smiled. “Everyone’s inside so I’ll see you in there. Their gonna be so pumped to see you!” She ran off, leaving me to get my own bags which only caused me to laugh.
I went to the back and opened the trunk. As I was setting everything up and putting things away, I heard footsteps come towards me. “Well look who we have here.” I can recognize that voice anywhere. It was Louis. This is the other reason why I didn’t want to come here. It’s not that I hate him, because I don’t, it’s because I have a VERY strong liking to this boy and I can’t really control it. It makes the situation even worse that he may feel the same way, according to people.
“Yep, I’m here.” I could feel his eyes glued to my back, and every other part back there. This is bad. This is really bad. I felt a little uncomfortable in his presence while wearing what I was wearing so I spoke up.
“Can you help me with these bags?” I heard stifle groan maybe? I don’t know what it was but it didn’t go unnoticed. He came beside me and I could feel the tension between us. Not hateful tension, not like Hunter and Harry, but buried sexual tension, and it was making me uncomfortable. His shoulder vaguely brushed against mine. Causing a shiver to pulsate through my body. I shook the feeling away and picked up the rest of the bags. Once everything was out, I closed the trunk and we headed up the cabin.
“So what made you come?” Oh I don’t know. You. Is what I wanted to say but I couldn’t even get the courage to. “Just felt like it was time to come visit the house I once called home.” I could see out the corner of my eye he was looking at me with some look as if he felt bad or something. I didn’t let it bother me though because I didn’t feel like talking about it, not right now. He doesn’t know ALL about me, just that I grew up with Hunter.
We made it to the door and for some reason we stopped, staring at the entrance. I didn’t know what to do. Should I go in? Should I say something? I really was confused right now. I felt like I had to say something so I faced him but he beat me to it. “Well, I’m, glad you’re here.” The smile he gave me was sincere and sweet.
It made me smile. I mean a real smile. And I haven’t had one of those in a long time. I smiled back, for real this time. “Yeah, me too.”
Hunters POV.
I needed to get away from everyone for right now.
I needed privacy. Some time to think.
No one knew about this room but me. It was my sacred haven. The only place where I felt the closest to my mom for once.
Currently I was in the attic by myself. My favorite place in the whole house. It held all my secrets and life long memories of my life. The attic was shaped like a cone, 1 square window on each side of the wall and triangle windows on the ceiling area. The only light being the one coming from outside.
It was quiet. No noise but the sounds of your own breath. No one has been up here but me and my mom. It’s where we went to have our private time with each other. When people would come to the cabin and stay over, I would come up here and somehow she would know I would be up here and we would sleep up here. All night. Just the 2 of us. Like it used to be before she died.
Death. A sickening thing yet apart of the human life. Unable to escape it no matter how hard you try. I walked over to the little bamboo container in the far left corner and opened it. Memories. That’s all that was in here.
The photobook of us. The first thing on top. I picked it up and slowly sat down on the floor bed that was still neatly kept up here. I brushed my hand softly over the book and sighed. Opening it, I read the first page. A big photo of me and my mom. Smiling. Looking happy. Not a sad face in this picture.
She was holding me in her arms on the sofa, both wearing big smiles. I smiled to myself, remembering that moment. I flipped through every page and memorized the once so fresh memories embroidered in my mind. The start of me when I was baby, slowly growing up with her.
Not a single photo of me, mom, and dad. Not a single one. I looked through the whole book, laughing and staring at the photos, until I realized I was at the last page. My smile slowly faded as I read what I wrote that day. The day she died.
“I just realized that we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how, and we don’t know where. We could die at any moment. Yet we live our lives as if none of that is true.”
It was true. All of it was true. I never thought anyone could die until she did. It made me realized that no one can live forever. Never in a million years can anyone live forever. It would be cool to but, that’s never happening anytime soon.
I heard faint yells of my name coming from down the hall. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt a tear slide down my face. I wiped it away, quick to make sure I didn’t have any smudged makeup or tears remnants on my face. I closed the book and put it back in the basket, closing it softly.
I got up and walked over to the door. I looked back and looked all over the room once before turning and silently opening the door, not to be heard. I look all down both ways of the hallway, making sure no one was here yet. Once it was clear, I stepped out and closed the door quietly.
All of the pressure of being back here, to many memories, and some weird ass feelings for Harry was storming my head and I needed to clear it, soon. I decided that we should have fun tonight, since it’s our first night here.
Why not have a little crazy fun tonight? Can’t hurt right?
I sure hope not.
Notes
Another update! Still not on schedule though! Been studying a lot for finals and I really have to get on it! I am exempt from 3 of them so I am super pumped guys!!
Love you and enjoy life :)
http://37.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_litn22m3PO1qa5hvto1_500.jpg (The attic)
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrqxkc0CgI1qg015io1_250.jpg (The cabin)
Pleeeeease updated
2/22/16