SAY SOMETHING
Chapter 13
Annie’s POV
I couldn’t explain it…
I couldn’t explain the amount of emotions whirling through my mind. I couldn’t ignore my temple, which was beginning to throb painfully again and is a constant reminder of the man that I had thought was my savior. I thought Peter would pull me out of the dark after I had realized that I didn’t know how to go about my life without Harry in it, or without him by my side. I thought he was the answer to my prayers for me to feel something again. Harry left a hole in my heart that was difficult to fill and Peter had filled it for me. No matter what he had done to me I still owed him for that, and that was the worst realization I could possibly come to as I sat in my kitchen with my index finger and my middle finger lightly rubbed my temple, and my eyes remained on the mess Harry had left in my kitchen from breakfast, and what was left of his golden pancakes now sitting cold on my plate.
Of course that brings me to the next topic that has constantly been on my mind for the past couple of days…
Harry…
How could I ever forget this man? When I left him the night we broke up, I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to have to face him again; I didn’t think there was any possibility of him having time for me. So when he just appeared in my gallery, the place that has literally become my life, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was so overwhelmed and I wasn’t ready to face him yet.
Then of course, right when I needed him he was there for me without me even asking and I could tell that he still cared deeply for me, but I wasn’t sure how deep his feelings went… Could he possibly still love me? If it wasn’t for him I could still be laying on my living room floor in a pool of my own blood…I couldn’t forget that fact. He saved my life….again…
I stumbled out of my bedroom the next morning and went straight to my coffee maker. My head was throbbing, but I couldn’t afford to keep my gallery closed for another day. There was only so much that Carlton could do without me there and I frankly didn’t want a 17-year-old running my store.
I popped a couple of asprin into my mouth and chased the quickly with water, throwing my head back to get the pills to the back of my throat. My golden curls fell back around my shoulders and I walked over to my fridge to get some yogurt. I poured some yogurt into a bowl and walked over to a pantry to get out my granola and poured it into my bowl of yogurt. My phone started buzzing next to me and my eyes darted to the screen to see who it was…
“Harry…” I breathed as I saw whom the text was from. I jumped for a second realizing I was still pouring granola into my bowl and it was now overflowing. I rolled my eyes and set the box back down, it now being nearly empty. I grabbed my phone off the counter and unlocked it before I clicked anxiously on the Messaging app.
“Hey Annie, I hope you’re feeling better today. Take it easy okay? I know you’re probably itching to get back to your gallery, but please put yourself first for once and don’t strain yourself,” I read and rolled my eyes as a small smile played on my lips. Why does this boy know me so well? I continued reading, “I’m not sure if you know this, I didn’t exactly tell you, but 1D Day is today so I won’t have my phone available to me in a couple hours. If you need anything I’ll be over there as soon as it ends okay? Feel better soon Annie .xx”
I glanced at my calendar hanging on the side of my fridge and saw that it was in fact 1D Day, I just hadn’t been paying attention to the date in the past few days. I noted what he said in the text, but I didn’t want to text him back. What was the point? He wouldn’t be able to respond for like seven hours anyway.
I stumbled down the stairs and walked through my private gallery. I walked up to my easel and grabbed the painting that I had been working on and gave it a nod of approval, for it was finally dry, and the colors were blended exactly how I wanted them to be.
I walked down the stairs to my gallery and as I opened the door I heard noises coming from the back room. Carlton must be here already.
“Good morning Carlton!” I called as I walked past the door and placed the painting I was carrying on a display stand. I walked over to the front desk as Carlton popped her head out of the back room. She was wiping her hands on her apron, the ivory fabric coming away tinted red.
“Hey Annie, how are you feeling?” She asked timidly.
“Oh you know,” I sighed as I searched for the proper price tag amongst the piles of papers that had accumulated over the past couple of days, “Physically I feel like someone is driving a nail into my temple. Mentally I feel like the biggest fool of my life and am terrified to look outside incase he’s standing out there.” I finished without looking at Carlton’s reaction.
“Who Annie?” She asked, but she sounded like she was asking for my own sake so I could admit it to myself not because she was actually curious.
I looked at her at that and gave her a stern look. “Who do you think?”
She folded her arms, “I know it’s more than just Peter that you don’t want to see right now.” She said simply and I let my shoulders fall. She was right. “Why don’t you want to see him Annie? Hasn’t he proven himself the past couple of days? I know what he’s done for you, and I’m not blind. Did you see the way he looked at you when you walked out of the back room and he saw you for the first time in years? I would give anything to have man look at me the way Harry looks at you,” She said the last sentence almost to herself.
“It’s not that simple.” I mumbled as I grabbed the price tag that I had been looking for. I walked back over to the painting and stuck the tag on it and then stood back and admired my finished product once more, a small smile playing across my lips.
“Why not Annie?”
I turned to look at her. “I haven’t forgotten what he said to me the night we broke up.” I said my lip beginning to tremble. I didn’t even know why it still bothered me so much. Thinking about his words, it honestly wasn’t as bad as some would say, but in the moment I’d never felt such a pain in my gut and in my heart. I thought I was going to be sick right then and there.
“What did he say?” She whispered delicately.
I sniffled loudly and cleared my throat, “Have you finished clearing a wall for your pieces yet?” I asked eager to change the subject.
Her shoulder slumped for a brief moment; she knew she had lost. “I was thinking about this wall here, but I wanted to ask your permission first. It would require me moving some of your paintings to different walls.”
“Well why don’t we work on moving mine closer together on wall, and then we can share a wall? I don’t think you have quite enough to fill a whole wall just yet, and we want customers to think we’re insanely productive and talented at the same time.”
She nodded and moved to start moving my abstract paintings closer together because I had fewer of those. As soon as her attention was on something other than me, I let my shoulders slump again and turned my back to her so she wouldn’t see the tears rimming my eyes.
I was so confused. Harry was everything to me, but where do we stand now and where could we possibly go from here?
I couldn’t explain it…
I couldn’t explain the amount of emotions whirling through my mind. I couldn’t ignore my temple, which was beginning to throb painfully again and is a constant reminder of the man that I had thought was my savior. I thought Peter would pull me out of the dark after I had realized that I didn’t know how to go about my life without Harry in it, or without him by my side. I thought he was the answer to my prayers for me to feel something again. Harry left a hole in my heart that was difficult to fill and Peter had filled it for me. No matter what he had done to me I still owed him for that, and that was the worst realization I could possibly come to as I sat in my kitchen with my index finger and my middle finger lightly rubbed my temple, and my eyes remained on the mess Harry had left in my kitchen from breakfast, and what was left of his golden pancakes now sitting cold on my plate.
Of course that brings me to the next topic that has constantly been on my mind for the past couple of days…
Harry…
How could I ever forget this man? When I left him the night we broke up, I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to have to face him again; I didn’t think there was any possibility of him having time for me. So when he just appeared in my gallery, the place that has literally become my life, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was so overwhelmed and I wasn’t ready to face him yet.
Then of course, right when I needed him he was there for me without me even asking and I could tell that he still cared deeply for me, but I wasn’t sure how deep his feelings went… Could he possibly still love me? If it wasn’t for him I could still be laying on my living room floor in a pool of my own blood…I couldn’t forget that fact. He saved my life….again…
I stumbled out of my bedroom the next morning and went straight to my coffee maker. My head was throbbing, but I couldn’t afford to keep my gallery closed for another day. There was only so much that Carlton could do without me there and I frankly didn’t want a 17-year-old running my store.
I popped a couple of asprin into my mouth and chased the quickly with water, throwing my head back to get the pills to the back of my throat. My golden curls fell back around my shoulders and I walked over to my fridge to get some yogurt. I poured some yogurt into a bowl and walked over to a pantry to get out my granola and poured it into my bowl of yogurt. My phone started buzzing next to me and my eyes darted to the screen to see who it was…
“Harry…” I breathed as I saw whom the text was from. I jumped for a second realizing I was still pouring granola into my bowl and it was now overflowing. I rolled my eyes and set the box back down, it now being nearly empty. I grabbed my phone off the counter and unlocked it before I clicked anxiously on the Messaging app.
“Hey Annie, I hope you’re feeling better today. Take it easy okay? I know you’re probably itching to get back to your gallery, but please put yourself first for once and don’t strain yourself,” I read and rolled my eyes as a small smile played on my lips. Why does this boy know me so well? I continued reading, “I’m not sure if you know this, I didn’t exactly tell you, but 1D Day is today so I won’t have my phone available to me in a couple hours. If you need anything I’ll be over there as soon as it ends okay? Feel better soon Annie .xx”
I glanced at my calendar hanging on the side of my fridge and saw that it was in fact 1D Day, I just hadn’t been paying attention to the date in the past few days. I noted what he said in the text, but I didn’t want to text him back. What was the point? He wouldn’t be able to respond for like seven hours anyway.
I stumbled down the stairs and walked through my private gallery. I walked up to my easel and grabbed the painting that I had been working on and gave it a nod of approval, for it was finally dry, and the colors were blended exactly how I wanted them to be.
I walked down the stairs to my gallery and as I opened the door I heard noises coming from the back room. Carlton must be here already.
“Good morning Carlton!” I called as I walked past the door and placed the painting I was carrying on a display stand. I walked over to the front desk as Carlton popped her head out of the back room. She was wiping her hands on her apron, the ivory fabric coming away tinted red.
“Hey Annie, how are you feeling?” She asked timidly.
“Oh you know,” I sighed as I searched for the proper price tag amongst the piles of papers that had accumulated over the past couple of days, “Physically I feel like someone is driving a nail into my temple. Mentally I feel like the biggest fool of my life and am terrified to look outside incase he’s standing out there.” I finished without looking at Carlton’s reaction.
“Who Annie?” She asked, but she sounded like she was asking for my own sake so I could admit it to myself not because she was actually curious.
I looked at her at that and gave her a stern look. “Who do you think?”
She folded her arms, “I know it’s more than just Peter that you don’t want to see right now.” She said simply and I let my shoulders fall. She was right. “Why don’t you want to see him Annie? Hasn’t he proven himself the past couple of days? I know what he’s done for you, and I’m not blind. Did you see the way he looked at you when you walked out of the back room and he saw you for the first time in years? I would give anything to have man look at me the way Harry looks at you,” She said the last sentence almost to herself.
“It’s not that simple.” I mumbled as I grabbed the price tag that I had been looking for. I walked back over to the painting and stuck the tag on it and then stood back and admired my finished product once more, a small smile playing across my lips.
“Why not Annie?”
I turned to look at her. “I haven’t forgotten what he said to me the night we broke up.” I said my lip beginning to tremble. I didn’t even know why it still bothered me so much. Thinking about his words, it honestly wasn’t as bad as some would say, but in the moment I’d never felt such a pain in my gut and in my heart. I thought I was going to be sick right then and there.
“What did he say?” She whispered delicately.
I sniffled loudly and cleared my throat, “Have you finished clearing a wall for your pieces yet?” I asked eager to change the subject.
Her shoulder slumped for a brief moment; she knew she had lost. “I was thinking about this wall here, but I wanted to ask your permission first. It would require me moving some of your paintings to different walls.”
“Well why don’t we work on moving mine closer together on wall, and then we can share a wall? I don’t think you have quite enough to fill a whole wall just yet, and we want customers to think we’re insanely productive and talented at the same time.”
She nodded and moved to start moving my abstract paintings closer together because I had fewer of those. As soon as her attention was on something other than me, I let my shoulders slump again and turned my back to her so she wouldn’t see the tears rimming my eyes.
I was so confused. Harry was everything to me, but where do we stand now and where could we possibly go from here?
Notes
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