Reina [HS]

13.

What the actual hell?

Is he out of his mind?

Maybe he got drunk and now he doesn't even have any idea of what he's talking about...

I mean, spending Christmas with his family? Where did that even come from?

As my mind still keeps running a mile a minute, I realise I've been shampooing my hair for a good ten minutes now, completely forgetting to wash the product out.

Truth is, I haven't slept one second all night, that's probably why my focus is a bit off this morning.

I was just about to fall into a deep slumber, when good ol' Harold decided to text me, causing me to have a full on nervous breakdown.

I guess that woke me up alright.

Seriously, is he insane dropping a question like that at me so casually? Or am I the crazy one to freak out so much over it?

I mean, Christmas is a big deal, isn't it? Meeting families is also a big deal, so what's not to freak out about...

Why does he even want me there? I definitely wouldn't want me, why does he?

Don't get me wrong, Harry's family is amazing. Well, I only know his sister and mom, but I love both of them... that doesn't mean I have a place in such an intimate environment though.

I'd probably just be in the way, I really don't understand why he would even think about inviting me.

Again, maybe he was drunk. Or maybe he's messing with me, trying to see my reaction then laugh in my face.

That doesn't really sound like Harry though, still that's pretty much the only logical explanation I can see.

Fuck, I'm overthinking, aren't I?

Finishing up my shower, I take a deep breath before stepping out through the glass doors so I can dry myself with a clean towel.

I stand in front of the mirror, observing my tired face as I take out my makeup from the drawer to help the situation a bit. The person looking back at me is actually scary, I almost don't recognise myself.

I should calm the fuck down, being on edge doesn't really suit me.

After I'm finished in the bathroom I quickly get dressed, sending a text to Cash, asking her to meet me in the park in twenty minutes, before school. I make sure to let her know it's urgent, putting SOS in capitals by the end of my message.

She'll know what to do.

When I'm ready, I leave my apartment, rushing down the stairs after I said good morning to Mrs. Hayes, who watches me with wide eyes as I try my best not to fall headfirst in my desperate need to get to the park as soon as possible.