The New Girl

{65} Cursed month, bipolar, and cry with you

Chelles POV:

I clutched the phone in shock. There's only one day left to survive here until the break. Yet I get more bad news. I think this month is cursed. Too much bad has happened. I've always hated my aunt, she acted just like my mom. But hearing she is in the hospital because of a car crash is shaking me up a bit. Will she be okay?

"I wanted to tell you, Rochelle. But of course you don't care like usual." My mom hangs up when I don't respond. 

"Mom!" I yelp but she for sure hung up.

My dorm room is silent and I hate it. I hate being alone. I hate not having my best friend anymore. I hate not having the perfect family everyone seems to have. There's only one person left for me. And that's Harry. I grow embarrassed when I start crying. There's no one to even see me though. Why do I have to go through so much? Why me?

"Please come to my dorm." I cry into the phone before I can realize it.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Harry breaths.

"Just come."

"I'll be right there, I promise."

I nod even though he can't see me. Harry's so easy to call, I think he's my emergency number. He's always up late too. It's around midnight and we still have one school day left. That's how I know Harry is genuinely a good person. He has changed so much. I liked him before. Until I gave up on guys with player ways. But he doesn't have that anymore, he doesn't have any of it.

The doorknob rattles and I forgot that I always lock the door. Freely, I wipe my eyes. I always have so much makeup on so I can't do that without smearing it. But it's night so I obviously took it all off. Once the doors unlocked, Harry rushes in.

"Chelle what-"

I grab his cheek so he'll stop questioning me. He does immediately and shifts lightly. When I take my hand off his cheek, he steps a little closer. I always loved his height. Tall guys are incredibly fit.

"My aunt was in a car crash." I tell him quietly, "She's in the hospital right now."

"I'm sorry.. " Harry frowns, "We're all here for you."

When I don't respond he pulls me into his chest. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around him. He's super warm and familiar. Harry sits us down on the bed and I lean my head onto his shoulder. I wish he would talk about his feelings lately. I want to hear so much but he's not saying anything.

"Why'd you call me?" He asked.

I raised one eyebrow up. What was that supposed to mean?

"Harry." I look at him, "You're my best friend, why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know, I'm glad you did. I just thought you'd call Eleanor or someone."

I was starting to get offended. Can't he just be here and feel okay. Does he feel like he shouldn't or something. I'm getting really confused.