The New Girl

{71} Realistic, New Years hope, and unrealistic

It's almost Christmas and I cannot believe it.  That means New Years is soon and even Winter Break is coming to an end.  I am so nervous.  Harry and I plan on talking to my dad about letting me go back to Brookwood.  I'm afraid we're making this too realistic in our heads and we'll be even more disappointed after.  

Right now, Lyssa is playing the piano for Harry.  We decided he should sing "A Sky Full of Stars" by Coldplay.  Lyssa learned how to play it on piano and Harry is catching on easily.  

"Cause in a sky full of stars ... I think I saw you." Harry sings along.  

"Shit, this part hard.  I have to go really high." 

"Harry, you're almost there." Lyssa replies, "I can play the keys down the piano a little more.  It will be your song once you're up there so sing it how you want."  

"Okay, let's try that." He nods. 

As Harry practices more and sounds absolutely amazing. . .I bite my lip at my twitter.  Lyssa, Harry, and I decided we would have a New Years Eve party at my house.  I put it out on twitter and it's already getting retweets.  The only person I'm worried about coming is Niall.  What if he doesn't come?  He has to.  New Years Eve means everyone will find their perfect kiss.  Would he even kiss me again? 

The last thing for practicing with Harry today was recording the piano.  We would do that so Harry could practice at home with it.  I thought the song sounded perfect with his voice and we were very excited.  When he performs this after break, I have to be there to watch.  Somehow I will.

A half an hour later, Harry and I are downstairs watching Netflix.  His eyes keep drifting everywhere but the tv and he plays with his hands a lot.  The fact I'm watching him do all of this, proves I'm bored too.  But my mind really is elsewhere.  There's so many different ways I've thought about trying to go back to Brookwood.  I know I don't belong at some 'all girls' school here.  I really do belong at Brookwood.  

First I thought about writing a letter to Dad.  That way I can be sure I say everything I'm thinking.  Letters can be persuasive also.  But if I talk face to face he will give me his reaction and true answer. It's driving me crazy thinking about this.  

I blurt, "I think I should talk to my dad soon.  Like really soon." 

"That makes two of us." Harry replies, "And I really will talk to him with you, if that's what you want."

"Well don't forget he likes you more than me, so maybe it will be for the best." I smile.

Both of our phones ding at the same time and I raise my eyebrow.  On my screen I see it's a text from Niall.  On Harry's screen... a text from Chelle. 

"That's not creepy at all." He picks up his phone. 

"Awkward." I joke. 

I read Niall's text... 'hi Gracie ! I saw yer havin a party ! problem is its tradition to go to my neighbors New Year's thing ! but dont worry, I'm figuring it out :/ xx -N'