---------------The morning after the girls night in---------------------

I flopped onto my bed, and started to sob. I was scared out of my mind.

“What have I got myself into?!” I cried out into my pillow.

I thought about what Rose yesterday. I know this is the sort of situation where I’m supposed to go talk to my parents, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. It horrified me to think of the consequences, as outrageous as they were.

I needed to hear a friendly voice so I reached for my phone, hoping to contact one of the girls, but I realized I couldn’t find it. I went over to my sleepover bag and searched through it. No phone.
I grabbed the house phone and called Amelia. She hadn’t seen it either and I made her check her entire house (even the bits I hadn’t gone into last night) and her car. She texted all the girls to see if any of them had picked it up by mistake. No luck. I ran around the house looking for it. Then I remembered the last time I had it was before I went to get the mail. I peeked out my door, thinking it might have fallen when I bumped into Harry, but I found no phone lying around.

I continued my search for a bit, but still no luck.

I decided to have a shower. I found myself relaxing under the warm running water. The steam surrounded me as my long, dark brown curls were extending under the water. I closed my eyes, wanting to shut out the world around me. I was finally at peace.

After a good thirty minutes, I hesitantly turned the water off. I wish I could have just stayed there forever. The shower was always a worry-free place for me. It’s where I went to think or not think at all.

I proceeded to dry my hair, it curling on its own almost immediately after escaping the fountain of warm, running water. I threw on a pair of dark skinny jeans and black sweater, before slipping into a pair of my scuffed-up grey converse. I allowed my long brown hair to run wildly and freely around my face, the curls perking up as they dried.

I walked out of the bathroom, too lazy to put on makeup, as usual. I then reached at my nightstand for a treasure of mine. It was a silver chain bracelet from a dear friend. His name was Caleb. As I put it on my wrist, I stared at the charms dangling from it. My eyes landed on a particular one, one in the shape of a heart. Soon enough, I found a tear falling down my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block the aching in my own heart, but it didn’t work.
I wish I could talk to Caleb. He would know what to say to make me feel better about this whole Harry/Andrew situation.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I needed to get to work. I had no phone, so I was especially nervous about walking to work. The thought of not being able to contact somebody for help frightened me deeply. I tried to not think about it as I opened my front door, ready to walk out, when I saw it. My phone was waiting outside the door for me. I swallowed hard. I knew it wasn’t here when I went to check for it before. I turned it on, looking at my messages. I saw a few from Georgia and Rose and one from Lola. Amelia had called my phone several times, probably to see if she could find it. I had no idea how it got there, but I didn’t care. I was just glad to have it back. I pushed it in my back pocket before continuing on my familiar path to work.

-----At work-----

Lola and I were sorting through a new box of clothes, when my text message signal went off. I reached into my back pocket to find a text from-

“Oh my gosh.....” I blurted out.

“What? What’s wrong?” She grabbed my wrist, turning it to get a better sight of my phone screen. “Vana, is that a text message from Harry? Why the hell do you have his number?”

“I don’t know! I never asked.....” Realization finally hit me. “When I bumped into him and he grabbed my waist, he must have snuck his hand at my phone and taken it! Now I have his number and he-

“He has yours.” Lola finished for me. “Well, open it up! I wanna see what he said!” Her statement was more excited than frightened.

My trembling hand hit open on the screen.

‘I wanna take you out tonight. Don’t say no..trust me, you don’t want to make me angry....baby ;)’

I began to cry. Lola wrapped her arms around me, trying to calm me down, but I could tell she was just as worried, her arms shaking nervously.

We both separated as my phone went off again. I looked at the screen. Another text message from Harry.

‘I’ll pick you up at 6, see you soon ;) ;)’

I groaned in disgust. “Lola, please don’t tell anyone else about this. I don’t want to worry anymore people than necessary.”

“Vana, what if he hurts you...”

“I don’t care. I don’t want anyone I love getting hurt. Please. If I need you, I’ll have my phone. I’ll text you where he’s taking me when I see him tonight. That way you know where we are, alright?”

She paused and stared at my face. She nodded lightly in understanding. I looked at the clock. Five more hours until my date with Harry. I shuddered at the upcoming event.

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