Bare
Chapter 6: Pillow
Chapter 6: Pillow (Taylor’s P.O.V.)
I lied under my covers, staring at the popcorn at my ceiling. I wanted nothing, but to go to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t stop replaying earlier in my head.
“I’ll be out here when you’re ready to go, Lou.”
Why didn’t Harry come in? He didn’t want to say good night or even good bye? That wasn’t like him. My heart ached as I thought of the plan Ann and Louis had come up with. I’m sure they didn’t think I could hear, but I hadn’t missed a word. I had been filled with excitement, but Louis’s response a few minutes later dashed it away. Harry hadn’t wanted to go out, he thought I was tired and would rather rest.
It hurt that he would think I would rather sleep in a new strange place alone more rather than go out on a date with him and the others. Tears threatened to spill at the corners of my eyes. I rolled onto my side away from the door, my eyes trained on the window. It was raining outside.
“Oh how fitting,” I grumbled to myself as I pulled the covers up under my chin.
My mind began to wonder further. Was there someone else that we was going to see tonight? This was Harry Styles. He was the great playboy of the twenty-first century. He could have a line of girls waiting for him the moment he left my doorstep. The tears began to flow from my eyes as I tried to push that thought away.
Why would he have tried so hard to get your attention before? Why would he have paid Carson off if he didn’t care? A small voice in the back of my mind chimed in, ‘Harry acts on impulse. And he could have done it for Louis and Ann, you were just a bonus.’
I turned my face into my pillow as I tried to suppress my urge to scream.
“It’s not true. It’s not true.” I choked out over and over as I sobbed into my pillow. No matter what, I couldn’t get what that little voice had said out of my mind.
After a minute or two, I turned my head just enough to peek at my phone sitting on the nightstand. It hadn’t gone off since I had gotten home. No message from him, no good night, no love you. Why did it feel like everything had changed since we had arrived in London? Was this how he was when he was away from me? Was the Harry I knew a different person?
“Stop it.” I grumbled at myself as the tears continued to flow onto my pillow.
A noise sounded in the living room. Footsteps and muffled voices came through my closed bedroom door.
“Thank you, I had fun.”
“I’m glad.”
I straightened myself out in the bed as I listened to Louis and Ann tell each other good night before the front door was locked. Light footsteps crept toward my door before it slowly creaked open.
“Taylor?” Ann whispered into my room, “Are you awake?”
I stared at the tiny sliver of light that she was letting into the room. Her shadow not moving. She waited for a few seconds before pulling the door closed quietly.
I curled myself up into a tiny ball on my bed. Maybe if I could pull myself tinier, the loneliness inside wouldn’t feel so big.
I lied under my covers, staring at the popcorn at my ceiling. I wanted nothing, but to go to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t stop replaying earlier in my head.
“I’ll be out here when you’re ready to go, Lou.”
Why didn’t Harry come in? He didn’t want to say good night or even good bye? That wasn’t like him. My heart ached as I thought of the plan Ann and Louis had come up with. I’m sure they didn’t think I could hear, but I hadn’t missed a word. I had been filled with excitement, but Louis’s response a few minutes later dashed it away. Harry hadn’t wanted to go out, he thought I was tired and would rather rest.
It hurt that he would think I would rather sleep in a new strange place alone more rather than go out on a date with him and the others. Tears threatened to spill at the corners of my eyes. I rolled onto my side away from the door, my eyes trained on the window. It was raining outside.
“Oh how fitting,” I grumbled to myself as I pulled the covers up under my chin.
My mind began to wonder further. Was there someone else that we was going to see tonight? This was Harry Styles. He was the great playboy of the twenty-first century. He could have a line of girls waiting for him the moment he left my doorstep. The tears began to flow from my eyes as I tried to push that thought away.
Why would he have tried so hard to get your attention before? Why would he have paid Carson off if he didn’t care? A small voice in the back of my mind chimed in, ‘Harry acts on impulse. And he could have done it for Louis and Ann, you were just a bonus.’
I turned my face into my pillow as I tried to suppress my urge to scream.
“It’s not true. It’s not true.” I choked out over and over as I sobbed into my pillow. No matter what, I couldn’t get what that little voice had said out of my mind.
After a minute or two, I turned my head just enough to peek at my phone sitting on the nightstand. It hadn’t gone off since I had gotten home. No message from him, no good night, no love you. Why did it feel like everything had changed since we had arrived in London? Was this how he was when he was away from me? Was the Harry I knew a different person?
“Stop it.” I grumbled at myself as the tears continued to flow onto my pillow.
A noise sounded in the living room. Footsteps and muffled voices came through my closed bedroom door.
“Thank you, I had fun.”
“I’m glad.”
I straightened myself out in the bed as I listened to Louis and Ann tell each other good night before the front door was locked. Light footsteps crept toward my door before it slowly creaked open.
“Taylor?” Ann whispered into my room, “Are you awake?”
I stared at the tiny sliver of light that she was letting into the room. Her shadow not moving. She waited for a few seconds before pulling the door closed quietly.
I curled myself up into a tiny ball on my bed. Maybe if I could pull myself tinier, the loneliness inside wouldn’t feel so big.
i loved stripped...update soon
1/23/17