Middle Of Nowhere
Pretty Little Thing ~ Part 2
10:24pm
Cheyenne’s POV
The sound of snoring caused me to wake up. I open my eyes slightly. But before I could grasp where I was, who I was with, or all of that other stuff, I realized it was Harry’s snoring. I had gotten used to it and all by now, so I had thought at least.
But then it hit me. Harry. Me. Snoring. Sleep. What? Ugh..
I open my eyes fully now. I notice that I was lying on my side, facing Harry’s direction. But something was different from earlier. Harry wasn’t copying my position anymore. He was directly, and I mean directly, beside me.
I then realized that my hand was touching something so soft. So gentle feeling. I glance to my hand. It was on Harry’s stomach. And that’s when it all sank in..
I had been lying with my head on Harry’s chest. His bare skin. His arm was around my shoulders. My hand was on his abs. This wasn’t just any old nap.. this is how couples lay. But.. no, that can’t be possible. I’m dreaming. I so know it..
That’s a lie. I’m not dreaming. This is legit. This is real. This is 100% real. But in order to calm down and prevent my panic attacks, which are occurring less and less as I get older, I lie my head back on his shoulder. And I sigh.
Should I wake him? Leave me alone? Get up and leave? Stay here forever? Ugh, I hated being myself. I had so many damn emotions that were building up inside of me and I have yet to even configure if this is good or not. Would my mother appreciate me doing this?
Hold up there missy, you are nineteen.. and you don’t live with your mother any more, literally. It doesn’t matter what she’s thinks. This is all about you.
Oh hush.. you’re always right. And that’s exactly why I don’t like you!
You just know you love Harry.. that’s all isn’t it Princess? For the past few weeks you’ve been high over hills for that little whore.
Don’t call him that!
Its true. Honey, trust me. He only wants to get in your pants. Can’t you tell by now?
That’s not true. He isn’t like that. He’s perfect. Okay? So just leave me alone.. Ugh I hate myself!
Don’t worry darling, the feeling is definitely neutral.
I sigh. I have lost my mind completely now. Arguing with myself over something so stupid. Over Harry. That’s.. not stupid. Its actually a senseful topic.
But I get interrupted as I hear Harry grunt to himself. I close my eyes, pretending I’m completely asleep, despite the situation. I feel his hand grip my shoulder before he slides it down to my side, since I was facing him I could tell he didn’t think wrong of this move.
He groans again, just a typical and normal thing we all do when we’re waking up. ‘’Mmm..’’ He hums gently as he picks up my hand from his abs. He takes it in his and squeezes it tight.
‘’If you only knew..’’ He sighs gently. I stay as still as I can as he brings my hand up to his face. He kisses the top of my hand before bringing it back down, but not letting it go.
My heart’s racing. I was so confused. I had no idea what to do, or what to say, or I if should even do anything about it. But this could go too far. I know it could.. So, I need to speak up. Right? Yes. Right. Exactly that.
So, following my quickly sorted out plan, I flutter my eyes open as if I was just waking up. I release a yawn type noise as I go to sit up. I act like I knew what was going on. I look at Harry’s eyes. He was smiling gently at me. Perhaps he wasn’t confused at all by this.
‘’Did you sleep good?’’ He asks me. ‘’Yeah.. what time is it?’’ I ask, really wanting to know the time. I had no clue honestly. ‘’Its around 10:30p.m. I assume.’’ He says as he lets go of my hand.
I return my hand to my lap where the other one sits as I sit with my legs crossed beside Harry. “Um.. so.. how did this happen?’’ I ask casually as I look over my shoulder at him. ‘’You sorta just.. lied down beside me.. and well, I don’t know about the rest.’’ He shrugs as he props himself up with his elbows.
I look down at my lap. My hand was tingling for some odd reason, probably because he had been holding it and knowing that just made me feel.. good. “This was.. a mistake.’’ I mumble lightly. ‘’No.. Cheyenne. It wasn’t..’’ Harry assures me, but I can’t believe him.
Suddenly, I feel his hand slide over the small of my back so that it was on my waist now. I didn’t respond to the move in any way. I just sighed and continued on with the conversation, ‘’Yes it is. We.. we’re just.. friends. Friends don’t do this Harry.’’ I tell him.
He sighs too. ‘’I don’t.. want to be.. friends.. not just.. friends. You know you that, Chey.’’ He mumbles to me. I loved that name he calls me. It was cute. No one else in the world calls me that. No one.. but him.
‘’I… I.. I know. Its just.. this is.. too wrong.’’ I tell him. ‘’No it isn’t. Can’t you just trust me for once?’’ He sighs out again. ‘’Harry, I do trust you.. I believe everything you tell me, except for this.’’ I admit to him. ‘’Chey, please.. Love, can’t you see that I’m..’’ he doesn’t finish the sentence, he just sighs.
Harry’s POV
I find myself sitting up beside her. She looks over at me. My hand was no longer on her side, it was in my lap just like hers where in her lap. I was sitting exactly like her, expect my legs weren’t as tightly crossed as hers were.
“You’re… what?’’ She asks me. ‘’I’m.. I’m crazy in love with you.’’ I confess finally. ‘’No you’re not.’’ She shakes her head gently in protestation. “You don’t know how I feel. You don’t know.. But I know. And trust me when I say this Cheyenne, I’m in love with you and no one can change it. Okay? You said you believe everything I say, so why can’t you believe this?’’ I ask, trying to keep my voice down.
I didn’t want to yell. I just wanted to make my point. My very important point. ‘’Because.. what if.. what if I don’t feel that way.’’ She whispers, looking away from me. ‘’Well.. do you?’’ I ask her. She looks back up at me, a light smile on her face. But it soon fades for some reason. Some reason I was determined to figure out.
‘’I don’t believe in love.. after what happened to my mother.. I don’t believe in anything anymore.’’ She sighs out her confession. ‘’Don’t let your mother’s choices be yours, Cheyenne. If I listened to everything my mother said and done things just like her.. I’d have two kids, a wife and a real job right now. But I don’t. Because I don’t want that. I want to live my dream.. okay? Can’t you understand?’’ I ask her.
‘’No.. I can’t.’’ She mumbles, looking back at her lap again. ‘’Cheyenne, if you were determined to make your life just like your mother’s.. then you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d be in South Haven.. and you’d have a nice guy… and perhaps a child on the way.’’
‘’I can’t believe in love, Harry. Because the love I grew up around was.. horrible.’’ She sniffs a little but soon continues on, ‘’and I don’t want to end up like my mom..’’ ‘’But God didn’t put us on this earth to repeat our parent’s pasts. He put us here so that we can make our own future.. and we can do things the way we believe it should be. So, why don’t you take in the fact that I’m in love with you and stop denying it.’’ I sternly, but not harshly, say.
I watch her as she picks at the tips of her fingernails. Her eyes focused on her hands, not me. But I know she heard me, because she sighed. After a few minutes, she’s given up with her hands and is now preoccupied with her belly button ring. It was a silver dreamcatcher with rhinestones on it. It was pretty, and it looked good on her.
‘’Cheyenne.. I’m not trying to make you think you’ve done things wrong in your life.. okay. I’m just trying to.. to show you that.. I love you. And you can’t base love on your past.. so please, can you just give me an answer? Do you love me.. or not?’’ I sigh out as I stand up and walk to the wall.
I could feel my temper rising, and I didn’t want to take it out on her. I was trying to calm down. But it wasn’t working at the moment. I lean my back and the back of my head against the wall as I patiently wait for her answer.
I glance over at her. She was looking at me, her lips rolled in. If she anything like me.. she did that because she was nervous. But yet, I don’t know how she thinks, or what she thinks. And apparently I’ll never know if she doesn’t tell me.
“If you don’t love me… then I’ll let this go. We can be friends.. but I just.. I just need to know, Cheyenne.’’ I sigh out, staring at the ceiling. I hear her footsteps, nothing more, nothing less.
My heart breaks as I hear the door open… and then it shuts. ‘’Fuck.’’ I mumble to myself as I get off the wall and go to the door. I open it and step into the hallway. I look in both directions, she was walking down the hall, to my right, towards Niall’s room.
‘’Cheyenne, please.’’ I call out. She looks over her shoulder, but doesn’t do anything. No facial expressions, no nothing. She just turns around and keeps walking.
“Fuck.”
Cheyenne’s POV
The sound of snoring caused me to wake up. I open my eyes slightly. But before I could grasp where I was, who I was with, or all of that other stuff, I realized it was Harry’s snoring. I had gotten used to it and all by now, so I had thought at least.
But then it hit me. Harry. Me. Snoring. Sleep. What? Ugh..
I open my eyes fully now. I notice that I was lying on my side, facing Harry’s direction. But something was different from earlier. Harry wasn’t copying my position anymore. He was directly, and I mean directly, beside me.
I then realized that my hand was touching something so soft. So gentle feeling. I glance to my hand. It was on Harry’s stomach. And that’s when it all sank in..
I had been lying with my head on Harry’s chest. His bare skin. His arm was around my shoulders. My hand was on his abs. This wasn’t just any old nap.. this is how couples lay. But.. no, that can’t be possible. I’m dreaming. I so know it..
That’s a lie. I’m not dreaming. This is legit. This is real. This is 100% real. But in order to calm down and prevent my panic attacks, which are occurring less and less as I get older, I lie my head back on his shoulder. And I sigh.
Should I wake him? Leave me alone? Get up and leave? Stay here forever? Ugh, I hated being myself. I had so many damn emotions that were building up inside of me and I have yet to even configure if this is good or not. Would my mother appreciate me doing this?
Hold up there missy, you are nineteen.. and you don’t live with your mother any more, literally. It doesn’t matter what she’s thinks. This is all about you.
Oh hush.. you’re always right. And that’s exactly why I don’t like you!
You just know you love Harry.. that’s all isn’t it Princess? For the past few weeks you’ve been high over hills for that little whore.
Don’t call him that!
Its true. Honey, trust me. He only wants to get in your pants. Can’t you tell by now?
That’s not true. He isn’t like that. He’s perfect. Okay? So just leave me alone.. Ugh I hate myself!
Don’t worry darling, the feeling is definitely neutral.
I sigh. I have lost my mind completely now. Arguing with myself over something so stupid. Over Harry. That’s.. not stupid. Its actually a senseful topic.
But I get interrupted as I hear Harry grunt to himself. I close my eyes, pretending I’m completely asleep, despite the situation. I feel his hand grip my shoulder before he slides it down to my side, since I was facing him I could tell he didn’t think wrong of this move.
He groans again, just a typical and normal thing we all do when we’re waking up. ‘’Mmm..’’ He hums gently as he picks up my hand from his abs. He takes it in his and squeezes it tight.
‘’If you only knew..’’ He sighs gently. I stay as still as I can as he brings my hand up to his face. He kisses the top of my hand before bringing it back down, but not letting it go.
My heart’s racing. I was so confused. I had no idea what to do, or what to say, or I if should even do anything about it. But this could go too far. I know it could.. So, I need to speak up. Right? Yes. Right. Exactly that.
So, following my quickly sorted out plan, I flutter my eyes open as if I was just waking up. I release a yawn type noise as I go to sit up. I act like I knew what was going on. I look at Harry’s eyes. He was smiling gently at me. Perhaps he wasn’t confused at all by this.
‘’Did you sleep good?’’ He asks me. ‘’Yeah.. what time is it?’’ I ask, really wanting to know the time. I had no clue honestly. ‘’Its around 10:30p.m. I assume.’’ He says as he lets go of my hand.
I return my hand to my lap where the other one sits as I sit with my legs crossed beside Harry. “Um.. so.. how did this happen?’’ I ask casually as I look over my shoulder at him. ‘’You sorta just.. lied down beside me.. and well, I don’t know about the rest.’’ He shrugs as he props himself up with his elbows.
I look down at my lap. My hand was tingling for some odd reason, probably because he had been holding it and knowing that just made me feel.. good. “This was.. a mistake.’’ I mumble lightly. ‘’No.. Cheyenne. It wasn’t..’’ Harry assures me, but I can’t believe him.
Suddenly, I feel his hand slide over the small of my back so that it was on my waist now. I didn’t respond to the move in any way. I just sighed and continued on with the conversation, ‘’Yes it is. We.. we’re just.. friends. Friends don’t do this Harry.’’ I tell him.
He sighs too. ‘’I don’t.. want to be.. friends.. not just.. friends. You know you that, Chey.’’ He mumbles to me. I loved that name he calls me. It was cute. No one else in the world calls me that. No one.. but him.
‘’I… I.. I know. Its just.. this is.. too wrong.’’ I tell him. ‘’No it isn’t. Can’t you just trust me for once?’’ He sighs out again. ‘’Harry, I do trust you.. I believe everything you tell me, except for this.’’ I admit to him. ‘’Chey, please.. Love, can’t you see that I’m..’’ he doesn’t finish the sentence, he just sighs.
Harry’s POV
I find myself sitting up beside her. She looks over at me. My hand was no longer on her side, it was in my lap just like hers where in her lap. I was sitting exactly like her, expect my legs weren’t as tightly crossed as hers were.
“You’re… what?’’ She asks me. ‘’I’m.. I’m crazy in love with you.’’ I confess finally. ‘’No you’re not.’’ She shakes her head gently in protestation. “You don’t know how I feel. You don’t know.. But I know. And trust me when I say this Cheyenne, I’m in love with you and no one can change it. Okay? You said you believe everything I say, so why can’t you believe this?’’ I ask, trying to keep my voice down.
I didn’t want to yell. I just wanted to make my point. My very important point. ‘’Because.. what if.. what if I don’t feel that way.’’ She whispers, looking away from me. ‘’Well.. do you?’’ I ask her. She looks back up at me, a light smile on her face. But it soon fades for some reason. Some reason I was determined to figure out.
‘’I don’t believe in love.. after what happened to my mother.. I don’t believe in anything anymore.’’ She sighs out her confession. ‘’Don’t let your mother’s choices be yours, Cheyenne. If I listened to everything my mother said and done things just like her.. I’d have two kids, a wife and a real job right now. But I don’t. Because I don’t want that. I want to live my dream.. okay? Can’t you understand?’’ I ask her.
‘’No.. I can’t.’’ She mumbles, looking back at her lap again. ‘’Cheyenne, if you were determined to make your life just like your mother’s.. then you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d be in South Haven.. and you’d have a nice guy… and perhaps a child on the way.’’
‘’I can’t believe in love, Harry. Because the love I grew up around was.. horrible.’’ She sniffs a little but soon continues on, ‘’and I don’t want to end up like my mom..’’ ‘’But God didn’t put us on this earth to repeat our parent’s pasts. He put us here so that we can make our own future.. and we can do things the way we believe it should be. So, why don’t you take in the fact that I’m in love with you and stop denying it.’’ I sternly, but not harshly, say.
I watch her as she picks at the tips of her fingernails. Her eyes focused on her hands, not me. But I know she heard me, because she sighed. After a few minutes, she’s given up with her hands and is now preoccupied with her belly button ring. It was a silver dreamcatcher with rhinestones on it. It was pretty, and it looked good on her.
‘’Cheyenne.. I’m not trying to make you think you’ve done things wrong in your life.. okay. I’m just trying to.. to show you that.. I love you. And you can’t base love on your past.. so please, can you just give me an answer? Do you love me.. or not?’’ I sigh out as I stand up and walk to the wall.
I could feel my temper rising, and I didn’t want to take it out on her. I was trying to calm down. But it wasn’t working at the moment. I lean my back and the back of my head against the wall as I patiently wait for her answer.
I glance over at her. She was looking at me, her lips rolled in. If she anything like me.. she did that because she was nervous. But yet, I don’t know how she thinks, or what she thinks. And apparently I’ll never know if she doesn’t tell me.
“If you don’t love me… then I’ll let this go. We can be friends.. but I just.. I just need to know, Cheyenne.’’ I sigh out, staring at the ceiling. I hear her footsteps, nothing more, nothing less.
My heart breaks as I hear the door open… and then it shuts. ‘’Fuck.’’ I mumble to myself as I get off the wall and go to the door. I open it and step into the hallway. I look in both directions, she was walking down the hall, to my right, towards Niall’s room.
‘’Cheyenne, please.’’ I call out. She looks over her shoulder, but doesn’t do anything. No facial expressions, no nothing. She just turns around and keeps walking.
“Fuck.”
Notes
Sorry for the wait!! I forgot to do it a few days ago! But here it is, We will update soon!! PLEASE COMMENT, YOUR THOUGHTS ARE IMPORTANT TO US!!!! thanks a milla guys!!! we love you!!! xoxoxxox
~Allie
Wtf come on Chey
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